Marked Forbidden, Chapter 2
Title: Marked Forbidden
Author: groffiction
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Tommy Joe Ratliff/Isaac Lahey/Adam Lambert, Peter Hale/Jackson, Scott McCall/Allison Argent, Erica/Boyd, Aiden/Lydia Martin
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone, or anything other than the plot. Don’t sue. You will only get some lint from my pockets.
Fandom: Sterek, Adommy/Other, Peckson, and many more.
Summary: For Full Summary, refer to Chapter 1. Stiles gets fed and finally gets to go home.
Warnings/Notes: First Sterek fic, first Teen Wolf Fic, so if things seem a bit out of canon, or AU, and the characters are a bit OOC, sorry about that. Totally not intended to parallel Harry Potter slash creature fics, but if there are similarities, I apologize. (This is what happens when you write Snarry creature fics way too much) As for warnings: Dominate/Submissive Male on Male situations, explicit sex, violence, gore, intense sexual tensions, knotting, torture (but lightly mentioned), mentions of past abuse and rape, cuddling, scenting, vampirism, bloodlust, biting, marking, minor character deaths (badguys), Incubus!Stiles, Warlock!Stiles, Alpha!Derek, spellcasting, threesome, fantasy, angst, humor, bloodplay, and all the round mayhem.
Special Thanks to my twitter babes for introducing me into the naughty pleasures of Teen Wolf, I love you guys.
Also, thank you to the music artists who inspire me with your lyrics.
Chapter Two: Hunger Sated
I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
~Imagine Dragons, DemonsStiles sat down again on the counter, trying hard to keep his eyes off of Derek, but failing miserably. The alpha had let his arm go a few moments before, but Stiles could still feel the touch in his skin and it was making him all sorts of twitchy and aroused. The Cambion snapped his attention to Deaton as the Guide started analyzing some of Stiles’ blood.
“Most of the tests won’t be done for another few hours, but I can rule out a few things.” Deaton moved over to wash his hands a bit before turning to view Scott, Stiles, and Derek. He caught the eyes of each one before he explained, “As it turns out, Stiles is in fact part Incubus and part Warlock, as I originally suspected. However, his demon blood is not from an Incubus Harbringer, and his Warlock blood is from a Weather Warlock, not a Blood Warlock.”
Both Scott and Stiles looked confused, and all attention turned to Derek as he murmured with a sigh of relief, “That is better than I’d hoped.”
“So, this is all a good thing?” Scott asked, still very puzzled.
“A very good thing.” Deaton answered with a smile. “There are several different types of Incubus as well as Warlocks. If Stiles had Incubus Harbringer blood in his Cambion strain, he’d be more inclined to eat his prey while having sex with them -“ he was interrupted by a chocking noise coming from Stiles, before he continued, “not just feeding from lust. As for his Warlock blood, Stiles will be able to gather energy from weather, specifically wind and lightning. He might also be able to control fire, but we won’t know until he starts experimenting on his powers. If he had been a Blood Warlock, Stiles would have been completely vampiric in nature, gathering his energy from human blood. He still will have tendencies to want to bite while feeding his Incubus nature, but he will know instinctively when to stop drinking blood, and therefor sparing his prey too much bloodloss and death.”
“Yea, ok. That sounds peachy.” Stiles mumbled before wincing as his stomach growled. Loudly.
Derek and Scott both snickered slightly at the sound before Deaton suggested that the beta call one of the others in the pack to bring Stiles some food. When Stiles whined about not being able to leave yet, Deaton had just smiled evilly, of which creeped out even Derek, saying, “You won’t be leaving this place until you get both of your needs sated. Since you are so new to being a Cambion, your needs will soon overpower all your thought process until you get fed. That could be seriously dangerous if you left now before you got both of your urges under control. It will be best if you wait here until you get both your stomach, and your Incubus satisfied. Besides the only food I have here is for the cats and dogs. Unless you would like to sample -“ He was cut off by a blarghing sound coming from both Scott and Stiles. “I thought not.”
“Um, so how do I get… um… how do I…fuck.” Stiles stammered, before blushing crimson. He blurted out finally, “How do I feed?”
Deaton sighed deeply and shared a look with Derek before he turned and motioned Scott to follow him out of the room. Werewolf and Guide hearing aside, at least Deaton was giving them as much privacy as he could by going outside with the still confused beta. Scott finally seemed to get what was going to happen for he suddenly groaned, “I am really going to be scarred for life. I so do not want to hear this.”
Hearing that, Stiles’ eyes suddenly flashed red as he shot back at his retreating best friend, “Yea, well who stopped you from telling me all about your sexy times with Allison?! You talk about traumatizing.”
Scott had the grace to look a bit sheepish before he followed Deaton outside, closing the door behind them.
Stiles was so distracted by the little spar with Scott that he hadn’t noticed that Derek was moving. He turned to look at the alpha and nearly fell off of the counter when he noticed how close Derek was to him now. Barely inches apart from one another, Stiles’ lust and hunger slammed into him anew, making him swallow heavily and lick his lips. Derek watched the action before growling softly and moving to crowd the Cambion’s space. Instinctively Stiles spread his legs to let the alpha settle between them, shivering as Derek kept his gaze locked on the Cambion’s.
“Um…. This is very hot, but I still don’t know how to feed, or why you would even want to feed me in the first place. I mean, dude, you are hotter than hell, so you couldn’t want someone like me, and besides you slam me into everything, and I know you hate me….” Stiles babbled, not being able to keep his thoughts on one thing for long. It was like his brain was short circuiting, having the werewolf so close to him, radiating heat, and lust, and fuck…. He caught scent of lust coming off of the alpha and his eyes widened and darkened. Derek is attracted to me? Stiles couldn’t even fathom why that suddenly made him extremely horny and happy, but it did.
“I don’t hate you, Stiles. Far from it.” Derek smirked slightly, and then he leaned in closer, moving his nose to the boy’s neck to sniff. His eyes dilated with desire as he caught Stiles’ scent. It was pure ecstasy, that scent. It was still Stiles, but it was more forbidden, and much more mouth watering. He asked, his voice dropping an octave, “Do you know why I slam you into everything, Stiles?”
Stiles let out a shuddering breath as he tried to keep from tackling Derek. Images passed through his brain of being naked like this with Derek thrusting into his tight heat and he breathlessly answered, “Because you like to torture me?”
“Mmmm, not a bad guess, but not what I was going for.” Derek pulled back slightly so he could look into Stiles’ eyes, which were darkened to complete black now. The alpha’s eyes drifted down to Stile’s tongue, which was licking his lips nervously and he growled lowly, “That mouth of yours always tests me, Stiles. Always defies me, and it’s so annoying, but so fucking arousing that I can’t not touch you, even if it is to ram you into the nearest wall.”
Stiles bit his lower lip and let out a strangled moan as the alpha cantered his hips sharply, rubbing both of their arousals together through their pants. Derek’s eyes flashed red as he leaned down and captured Stiles’ lips hungrily, his hands reaching up to pull the teen flush against him roughly. Stiles let out a ragged moan at the act, closing his eyes and feeling his senses screaming with lust and arousal. Fuck, Derek is kissing me! This has to be a dream, but oh don’t let it end! Stiles thought desperately as he wrapped his arms around the alpha’s broad shoulders, claws digging past the cloth of Derek’s jacket and shirt to reach skin.
Derek took the moment to thoroughly kiss Stiles’ brains out with his questing, demanding tongue. The alpha let out a rumbling moan running his hands up and down the boy’s back, noting that Stiles was more sensitive on his spine in between his wings. He filed that into the back of his mind for later, and reached down to grip the Cambion’s hips so he could thrust harder. When their cocks rubbed up against each other again, both let out ragged gasps and moans.
Stiles felt like he was dying and going to heaven, he was feeling so much bliss and intoxication. The taste of Derek was so prevalent in Stiles’ mind that he knew he would never ever be able to forget it. It was branded there, along with Derek’s scent, and the feel of his hands on his skin. Moaning loudly when Derek’s sharp teeth tugged on his tongue, Stiles jerked his hips up, desperate for more friction.
Derek let out another inhuman growl before he finally pulled away end looked into Stiles’ eyes, noting the black in Stiles’ eyes had spread to encompass his entire pupils. He knew it should look incredibly disturbing, but to Derek, the look was incredibly hot and sizzling. Derek whispered softly, his fangs dropping from his gums, “If we go much further, I am going to mark you. Is that going to be a problem?”
Stiles looked at him for a few breathless seconds before he let out a whimper mixed with a laugh, “At this point you could fuck my ass to next Tuesday and I wouldn’t care, just as long as you were moving!”
Derek let out a dark chuckle, whispering, “Be careful what you wish for.” He then kissed Stiles deeply before pulling back to nuzzle the boy’s neck, purring out, “You might get it.”
Stiles let out a scream as Derek bit him, but it wasn’t hard enough to break the skin. Still, the act caused electricity to fire a trail down to Stiles’ cock, making it hard to breathe, much less think. Derek pushed Stiles up against the cabinets, thrusting hard and fast, their cocks meeting through the fabric of their pants. Straining for more friction, Stiles found his legs wrapped tightly around Derek’s hips, thrusting up to meet the alpha’s murderous pace. He was in ecstasy, his body’s sensations going overboard.
Derek nibbled and sucked the area on Stiles’ neck that he’d recently marked and continued to thrust hard against the teen. He wanted his scent all over Stiles, to permeate so much that everyone knew that the Cambion was his, and his alone. Derek was still half in his mind to know that this wasn’t just his wolf side kicking in for a mate. Derek the human wanted Stiles just as much as Derek the wolf.
And no one else was going to have him now.
He knew he should feel guilty about marking the boy, but he didn’t. At this juncture Derek was so aroused it was hard not to push the boy onto his knees and fuck him until they both were screaming and roaring out their completions.
Derek thrust harder and faster, his face nuzzling and nipping Stiles face and chin before he finally locked eyes with Stiles again, panting softly. He felt Stiles’ claws dig into his back as the boy arched his back in a scream of ecstasy, the smell of his orgasm so near Derek could taste it. Derek lisped around his fangs, “Come for me, Stiles.”
Stiles thrust his hips up to meet Derek’s once, twice and then he screamed his head off as he came harder than he’d ever came in his life. He saw flashes of lights behind his eyelids as he fluttered them closed. His face the epitome of release caused Derek to ram headlong into his own climax, the force and power of it rocking him on his feet. Derek moaned, his eyes flitting closed for a moment of bliss, his hips shallowly thrusting against Stiles until the boy whimpered against him.
His eyes opened and met the debauched and stunned brown gaze of Stiles. Derek noted that Stiles was now back to being mostly human, except for the fey ears, the dark red hair, and marking on his chest. Stiles’ wings were gone, as were his fangs and claws. Stiles whispered softly, “Damn. That’s a hot way to feed.”
Derek slowly smiled, saying softly, his voice pure of sin and sex, “Mmmm, I figure you aren’t apposed to it?”
Stiles shivered slightly, eyes flickering slightly dark before turning back to the normal soft brown, “Nope.”
“Good.” Derek murmured possessively as he nuzzled Stiles’ neck again, mouthing over the large hickey he had bestowed the boy.
Stiles sighed softly and attempted nuzzling Derek’s neck, but didn’t bite.
Derek rumbled softly with a contented growl before he finally pulled away, saying, “Come on, we need to get cleaned up pretty soon before Scott comes in all teeth bared, thinking that I’ve murdered you.”
Stiles snickered as he got off of the counter to follow the alpha to the bathroom, saying playfully, “Mmmm if that’s murder you just did, I could totally use that every friggin minute of the day.”
Derek’s soft laughter filled his ears as a reward, and Stiles grinned, for once feeling like his birthday wasn’t going to be a total failure.
>.<
Scott looked pretty traumatized, trying hard not to sniff in his best friend’s vicinity, or even Derek’s vicinity, but his efforts were totally wasted when Peter wasted no time in saying, “Wow, if I knew there was going to be a smut fest, I would have come earlier.”
“Shut up.” Both Scott and Derek said at the same time, making Stiles snicker slightly in amusement.
Peter had been the one to take the call for the errand of getting food for Stiles, since Jackson, Lydia, and Isaac had to leave to go to bed since they all had school in the morning. Isaac really hadn’t wanted to go back to the Hale house by himself, but had went anyways, feeling relieved that Stiles was ok… for the most part. Peter had ran by McDonalds, not really liking the place because of the nasty smell of grease and old blood, but he figured since it was 2 in the morning, their list of options in grabbing food at another fast food restaurant was pretty dim.
He had bought Stiles a regular hamburger with fries and a water, not being sure what Stiles liked drinking in the first place. Scott hadn’t given him any specifics, probably due to the fact that the boy was still freaking out over Stiles becoming a Cambion. And looks like that wasn’t the only thing Scott was trying to come to terms with.
Peter and everyone else watched the Cambion basically wolf down his food, no pun intended. After every morsel was devoured, Stiles looked up at Peter and said happily, “Thanks for the food. I think I can go home now?” He looked over at Deaton questionably.
The Guide nodded, “I think it’s safe for you to do so, just make sure you feed once a week to ensure control. Make sure you look into getting those books that I told you about. They will have more information than I, the Argents, or even the Hale’s would have.” He then nodded to Derek, “Also, I think it would be a good idea to start training with the pack, so that Stiles can learn what his Warlock powers are and how to control them, and to find a possible grounder. It would be better to be with werewolves, who are stronger beings than humans, when training to keep injury at a minimum.”
“Oh yippee, I always wanted to be a part of pack training sessions.” Stiles said sarcastically, but without any heat. He was completely and utterly sated thanks to the frottage session and the human food, so he was beginning to feel the need to sleep pretty bad.
Derek nodded at Deaton before saying, “Thank you for your help.”
And with that everyone started piling out of the building, Stiles not being able to stop trailing after Derek. Peter took Scott home in the car, because the poor beta was still grossed out at the thought of his best friend being in a sexual relationship with Derek of all people. Peter regarded the beta as they got into his car, “hey, it could be worse. I could have claimed Stiles.”
At the glower he received, he held up his hands in a peace signal, “Just saying that there are worse things than having my nephew be romantically involved with Stiles.”
Scott sighed deeply and nodded, understanding what the older werewolf was trying to say. “I know, it’s just creeping me out a bit.”
“Yea well, you going after Allison still creeps most of us out.” Peter pointed out.
“Why is everyone still upset about that? We cooled our relationship.” Scott mumbled bitterly.
Peter was silent for a moment as they drove away, finally saying, “I think the whole betrayal thing still sets wrong with Derek. As for everyone else, I have no idea. I personally think you two would be a good couple - if it was a perfect world and there were no such things as hunters or werewolves. But, since it isn’t, you have to deal with loving her from afar for now.”
>..<
Stiles trotted after Derek into the woods, burrowing into the alpha’s leather jacket for warmth. Derek had shrugged off his jacket and had offered it to the Cambion once they got outside, figuring the boy would need it since he was wearing nothing but a pair of pants. The barefoot thing really didn’t worry Derek, for he knew that Cambions healed just as fast, if not faster than werewolves. And Stiles wasn’t complaining. Far from it. The boy was still acting like he was on cloud 100 instead of cloud 9.
It amused Derek a bit, but it also made him feel just as elated, though he wouldn’t ever say that aloud. Derek felt odd feeling this way, but he went with it, adapting as he lead the way through the forest back to the Stilinski house. Though Derek was jaded, and hadn’t had much experience in markings or claimings, Kate aside, he was used to being adaptable. You had to adapt in order to survive.
There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that was telling him he was going too fast, too headlong into this new possible relationship with Stiles, but he ignored it. Derek had been alone for far too long. Even when he’d had his sister, he’d been alone. And was it so bad to yearn for something and possess it before it slipped through his fingers? He thought about the possibility of letting Stiles go, but then he squashed the thought, knowing that it was too late for that.
Stiles wanted him.
And he wanted Stiles.
Derek vowed silently as they moved quickly through the woods, that he would make sure Stiles was happy, but he also vowed that Stiles would be his, and his alone. Maybe all Stiles felt for him was a crush, but Derek knew that crushes could easily turn into something more. And as broken and beaten as Derek’s heart was, he knew that Stiles was already healing him. With his laughter, his smile, even his defiance. Stiles was not Kate. And Derek knew that he wasn’t Kate either. As he remembered the marking of Stiles, his resolve to keep Stiles his forever raced through his mind, filling him with determination and resolve.
Stiles was content with the silence only due to the fact that he could sense that Derek was giving off “happy” vibes, along with something stronger, though he couldn’t tell what that was yet. However, by the time they were halfway to his house, his feet had gone numb. He shivered and let out a small whimper, trying to stifle it as he tried to wake up his toes.
Derek stopped and turned to look at him, concern in his hazel eyes. “You ok?” he sniffed the air to see if there was any outward sign. When none came, he looked at Stiles expectantly.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just my feet are a bit cold. But we are halfway home, so nothing to worry about, right?” Stiles said, snuggling into the jacket more.
Derek sighed deeply before he pulled the disgruntled cold teen to him, kissing him deeply. Stiles let out an embarrassed meep before he practically melted under the alpha’s demanding affections. It wasn’t long until Stiles’ feet got warm, and when Derek pulled away, smirking slightly, the Cambion really seriously wanted to scream out against the injustice of not being able to get out his sexual frustration right then and there out in the woods.
“How did you do that?” Stiles settled for, leaning into the alpha’s touch as Derek wrapped his arm around his waist while they started back in the direction of the Stilinski house.
Derek shrugged, “Not sure. Just felt it might be a good idea to try it.”
“Mmm…. Not that I don’t love you trying something like that, but dude, if you keep on doing that, I am going to seriously die of blue balls.” Stiles pointed out with all seriousness.
Derek nuzzled the Cambion’s neck before saying softly, “Somehow I doubt that you’ll die of something like that.”
“Yea, well abstaining is not really good for a teenage boy, much less an Incubus hybrid.” Stiles stuck out his lower lip in a pout.
The alpha chuckled softly, and the sound was so rare that it was music to Stiles’ ears. So much so that he forgot to be annoyed by not getting another frotting session.
And this is totally for my twitter babes: Enjoy Derek being hot.
Author: groffiction
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Tommy Joe Ratliff/Isaac Lahey/Adam Lambert, Peter Hale/Jackson, Scott McCall/Allison Argent, Erica/Boyd, Aiden/Lydia Martin
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone, or anything other than the plot. Don’t sue. You will only get some lint from my pockets.
Fandom: Sterek, Adommy/Other, Peckson, and many more.
Summary: For Full Summary, refer to Chapter 1. Stiles gets fed and finally gets to go home.
Warnings/Notes: First Sterek fic, first Teen Wolf Fic, so if things seem a bit out of canon, or AU, and the characters are a bit OOC, sorry about that. Totally not intended to parallel Harry Potter slash creature fics, but if there are similarities, I apologize. (This is what happens when you write Snarry creature fics way too much) As for warnings: Dominate/Submissive Male on Male situations, explicit sex, violence, gore, intense sexual tensions, knotting, torture (but lightly mentioned), mentions of past abuse and rape, cuddling, scenting, vampirism, bloodlust, biting, marking, minor character deaths (badguys), Incubus!Stiles, Warlock!Stiles, Alpha!Derek, spellcasting, threesome, fantasy, angst, humor, bloodplay, and all the round mayhem.
Special Thanks to my twitter babes for introducing me into the naughty pleasures of Teen Wolf, I love you guys.
Also, thank you to the music artists who inspire me with your lyrics.
Chapter Two: Hunger Sated
I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
~Imagine Dragons, DemonsStiles sat down again on the counter, trying hard to keep his eyes off of Derek, but failing miserably. The alpha had let his arm go a few moments before, but Stiles could still feel the touch in his skin and it was making him all sorts of twitchy and aroused. The Cambion snapped his attention to Deaton as the Guide started analyzing some of Stiles’ blood.
“Most of the tests won’t be done for another few hours, but I can rule out a few things.” Deaton moved over to wash his hands a bit before turning to view Scott, Stiles, and Derek. He caught the eyes of each one before he explained, “As it turns out, Stiles is in fact part Incubus and part Warlock, as I originally suspected. However, his demon blood is not from an Incubus Harbringer, and his Warlock blood is from a Weather Warlock, not a Blood Warlock.”
Both Scott and Stiles looked confused, and all attention turned to Derek as he murmured with a sigh of relief, “That is better than I’d hoped.”
“So, this is all a good thing?” Scott asked, still very puzzled.
“A very good thing.” Deaton answered with a smile. “There are several different types of Incubus as well as Warlocks. If Stiles had Incubus Harbringer blood in his Cambion strain, he’d be more inclined to eat his prey while having sex with them -“ he was interrupted by a chocking noise coming from Stiles, before he continued, “not just feeding from lust. As for his Warlock blood, Stiles will be able to gather energy from weather, specifically wind and lightning. He might also be able to control fire, but we won’t know until he starts experimenting on his powers. If he had been a Blood Warlock, Stiles would have been completely vampiric in nature, gathering his energy from human blood. He still will have tendencies to want to bite while feeding his Incubus nature, but he will know instinctively when to stop drinking blood, and therefor sparing his prey too much bloodloss and death.”
“Yea, ok. That sounds peachy.” Stiles mumbled before wincing as his stomach growled. Loudly.
Derek and Scott both snickered slightly at the sound before Deaton suggested that the beta call one of the others in the pack to bring Stiles some food. When Stiles whined about not being able to leave yet, Deaton had just smiled evilly, of which creeped out even Derek, saying, “You won’t be leaving this place until you get both of your needs sated. Since you are so new to being a Cambion, your needs will soon overpower all your thought process until you get fed. That could be seriously dangerous if you left now before you got both of your urges under control. It will be best if you wait here until you get both your stomach, and your Incubus satisfied. Besides the only food I have here is for the cats and dogs. Unless you would like to sample -“ He was cut off by a blarghing sound coming from both Scott and Stiles. “I thought not.”
“Um, so how do I get… um… how do I…fuck.” Stiles stammered, before blushing crimson. He blurted out finally, “How do I feed?”
Deaton sighed deeply and shared a look with Derek before he turned and motioned Scott to follow him out of the room. Werewolf and Guide hearing aside, at least Deaton was giving them as much privacy as he could by going outside with the still confused beta. Scott finally seemed to get what was going to happen for he suddenly groaned, “I am really going to be scarred for life. I so do not want to hear this.”
Hearing that, Stiles’ eyes suddenly flashed red as he shot back at his retreating best friend, “Yea, well who stopped you from telling me all about your sexy times with Allison?! You talk about traumatizing.”
Scott had the grace to look a bit sheepish before he followed Deaton outside, closing the door behind them.
Stiles was so distracted by the little spar with Scott that he hadn’t noticed that Derek was moving. He turned to look at the alpha and nearly fell off of the counter when he noticed how close Derek was to him now. Barely inches apart from one another, Stiles’ lust and hunger slammed into him anew, making him swallow heavily and lick his lips. Derek watched the action before growling softly and moving to crowd the Cambion’s space. Instinctively Stiles spread his legs to let the alpha settle between them, shivering as Derek kept his gaze locked on the Cambion’s.
“Um…. This is very hot, but I still don’t know how to feed, or why you would even want to feed me in the first place. I mean, dude, you are hotter than hell, so you couldn’t want someone like me, and besides you slam me into everything, and I know you hate me….” Stiles babbled, not being able to keep his thoughts on one thing for long. It was like his brain was short circuiting, having the werewolf so close to him, radiating heat, and lust, and fuck…. He caught scent of lust coming off of the alpha and his eyes widened and darkened. Derek is attracted to me? Stiles couldn’t even fathom why that suddenly made him extremely horny and happy, but it did.
“I don’t hate you, Stiles. Far from it.” Derek smirked slightly, and then he leaned in closer, moving his nose to the boy’s neck to sniff. His eyes dilated with desire as he caught Stiles’ scent. It was pure ecstasy, that scent. It was still Stiles, but it was more forbidden, and much more mouth watering. He asked, his voice dropping an octave, “Do you know why I slam you into everything, Stiles?”
Stiles let out a shuddering breath as he tried to keep from tackling Derek. Images passed through his brain of being naked like this with Derek thrusting into his tight heat and he breathlessly answered, “Because you like to torture me?”
“Mmmm, not a bad guess, but not what I was going for.” Derek pulled back slightly so he could look into Stiles’ eyes, which were darkened to complete black now. The alpha’s eyes drifted down to Stile’s tongue, which was licking his lips nervously and he growled lowly, “That mouth of yours always tests me, Stiles. Always defies me, and it’s so annoying, but so fucking arousing that I can’t not touch you, even if it is to ram you into the nearest wall.”
Stiles bit his lower lip and let out a strangled moan as the alpha cantered his hips sharply, rubbing both of their arousals together through their pants. Derek’s eyes flashed red as he leaned down and captured Stiles’ lips hungrily, his hands reaching up to pull the teen flush against him roughly. Stiles let out a ragged moan at the act, closing his eyes and feeling his senses screaming with lust and arousal. Fuck, Derek is kissing me! This has to be a dream, but oh don’t let it end! Stiles thought desperately as he wrapped his arms around the alpha’s broad shoulders, claws digging past the cloth of Derek’s jacket and shirt to reach skin.
Derek took the moment to thoroughly kiss Stiles’ brains out with his questing, demanding tongue. The alpha let out a rumbling moan running his hands up and down the boy’s back, noting that Stiles was more sensitive on his spine in between his wings. He filed that into the back of his mind for later, and reached down to grip the Cambion’s hips so he could thrust harder. When their cocks rubbed up against each other again, both let out ragged gasps and moans.
Stiles felt like he was dying and going to heaven, he was feeling so much bliss and intoxication. The taste of Derek was so prevalent in Stiles’ mind that he knew he would never ever be able to forget it. It was branded there, along with Derek’s scent, and the feel of his hands on his skin. Moaning loudly when Derek’s sharp teeth tugged on his tongue, Stiles jerked his hips up, desperate for more friction.
Derek let out another inhuman growl before he finally pulled away end looked into Stiles’ eyes, noting the black in Stiles’ eyes had spread to encompass his entire pupils. He knew it should look incredibly disturbing, but to Derek, the look was incredibly hot and sizzling. Derek whispered softly, his fangs dropping from his gums, “If we go much further, I am going to mark you. Is that going to be a problem?”
Stiles looked at him for a few breathless seconds before he let out a whimper mixed with a laugh, “At this point you could fuck my ass to next Tuesday and I wouldn’t care, just as long as you were moving!”
Derek let out a dark chuckle, whispering, “Be careful what you wish for.” He then kissed Stiles deeply before pulling back to nuzzle the boy’s neck, purring out, “You might get it.”
Stiles let out a scream as Derek bit him, but it wasn’t hard enough to break the skin. Still, the act caused electricity to fire a trail down to Stiles’ cock, making it hard to breathe, much less think. Derek pushed Stiles up against the cabinets, thrusting hard and fast, their cocks meeting through the fabric of their pants. Straining for more friction, Stiles found his legs wrapped tightly around Derek’s hips, thrusting up to meet the alpha’s murderous pace. He was in ecstasy, his body’s sensations going overboard.
Derek nibbled and sucked the area on Stiles’ neck that he’d recently marked and continued to thrust hard against the teen. He wanted his scent all over Stiles, to permeate so much that everyone knew that the Cambion was his, and his alone. Derek was still half in his mind to know that this wasn’t just his wolf side kicking in for a mate. Derek the human wanted Stiles just as much as Derek the wolf.
And no one else was going to have him now.
He knew he should feel guilty about marking the boy, but he didn’t. At this juncture Derek was so aroused it was hard not to push the boy onto his knees and fuck him until they both were screaming and roaring out their completions.
Derek thrust harder and faster, his face nuzzling and nipping Stiles face and chin before he finally locked eyes with Stiles again, panting softly. He felt Stiles’ claws dig into his back as the boy arched his back in a scream of ecstasy, the smell of his orgasm so near Derek could taste it. Derek lisped around his fangs, “Come for me, Stiles.”
Stiles thrust his hips up to meet Derek’s once, twice and then he screamed his head off as he came harder than he’d ever came in his life. He saw flashes of lights behind his eyelids as he fluttered them closed. His face the epitome of release caused Derek to ram headlong into his own climax, the force and power of it rocking him on his feet. Derek moaned, his eyes flitting closed for a moment of bliss, his hips shallowly thrusting against Stiles until the boy whimpered against him.
His eyes opened and met the debauched and stunned brown gaze of Stiles. Derek noted that Stiles was now back to being mostly human, except for the fey ears, the dark red hair, and marking on his chest. Stiles’ wings were gone, as were his fangs and claws. Stiles whispered softly, “Damn. That’s a hot way to feed.”
Derek slowly smiled, saying softly, his voice pure of sin and sex, “Mmmm, I figure you aren’t apposed to it?”
Stiles shivered slightly, eyes flickering slightly dark before turning back to the normal soft brown, “Nope.”
“Good.” Derek murmured possessively as he nuzzled Stiles’ neck again, mouthing over the large hickey he had bestowed the boy.
Stiles sighed softly and attempted nuzzling Derek’s neck, but didn’t bite.
Derek rumbled softly with a contented growl before he finally pulled away, saying, “Come on, we need to get cleaned up pretty soon before Scott comes in all teeth bared, thinking that I’ve murdered you.”
Stiles snickered as he got off of the counter to follow the alpha to the bathroom, saying playfully, “Mmmm if that’s murder you just did, I could totally use that every friggin minute of the day.”
Derek’s soft laughter filled his ears as a reward, and Stiles grinned, for once feeling like his birthday wasn’t going to be a total failure.
>.<
Scott looked pretty traumatized, trying hard not to sniff in his best friend’s vicinity, or even Derek’s vicinity, but his efforts were totally wasted when Peter wasted no time in saying, “Wow, if I knew there was going to be a smut fest, I would have come earlier.”
“Shut up.” Both Scott and Derek said at the same time, making Stiles snicker slightly in amusement.
Peter had been the one to take the call for the errand of getting food for Stiles, since Jackson, Lydia, and Isaac had to leave to go to bed since they all had school in the morning. Isaac really hadn’t wanted to go back to the Hale house by himself, but had went anyways, feeling relieved that Stiles was ok… for the most part. Peter had ran by McDonalds, not really liking the place because of the nasty smell of grease and old blood, but he figured since it was 2 in the morning, their list of options in grabbing food at another fast food restaurant was pretty dim.
He had bought Stiles a regular hamburger with fries and a water, not being sure what Stiles liked drinking in the first place. Scott hadn’t given him any specifics, probably due to the fact that the boy was still freaking out over Stiles becoming a Cambion. And looks like that wasn’t the only thing Scott was trying to come to terms with.
Peter and everyone else watched the Cambion basically wolf down his food, no pun intended. After every morsel was devoured, Stiles looked up at Peter and said happily, “Thanks for the food. I think I can go home now?” He looked over at Deaton questionably.
The Guide nodded, “I think it’s safe for you to do so, just make sure you feed once a week to ensure control. Make sure you look into getting those books that I told you about. They will have more information than I, the Argents, or even the Hale’s would have.” He then nodded to Derek, “Also, I think it would be a good idea to start training with the pack, so that Stiles can learn what his Warlock powers are and how to control them, and to find a possible grounder. It would be better to be with werewolves, who are stronger beings than humans, when training to keep injury at a minimum.”
“Oh yippee, I always wanted to be a part of pack training sessions.” Stiles said sarcastically, but without any heat. He was completely and utterly sated thanks to the frottage session and the human food, so he was beginning to feel the need to sleep pretty bad.
Derek nodded at Deaton before saying, “Thank you for your help.”
And with that everyone started piling out of the building, Stiles not being able to stop trailing after Derek. Peter took Scott home in the car, because the poor beta was still grossed out at the thought of his best friend being in a sexual relationship with Derek of all people. Peter regarded the beta as they got into his car, “hey, it could be worse. I could have claimed Stiles.”
At the glower he received, he held up his hands in a peace signal, “Just saying that there are worse things than having my nephew be romantically involved with Stiles.”
Scott sighed deeply and nodded, understanding what the older werewolf was trying to say. “I know, it’s just creeping me out a bit.”
“Yea well, you going after Allison still creeps most of us out.” Peter pointed out.
“Why is everyone still upset about that? We cooled our relationship.” Scott mumbled bitterly.
Peter was silent for a moment as they drove away, finally saying, “I think the whole betrayal thing still sets wrong with Derek. As for everyone else, I have no idea. I personally think you two would be a good couple - if it was a perfect world and there were no such things as hunters or werewolves. But, since it isn’t, you have to deal with loving her from afar for now.”
>..<
Stiles trotted after Derek into the woods, burrowing into the alpha’s leather jacket for warmth. Derek had shrugged off his jacket and had offered it to the Cambion once they got outside, figuring the boy would need it since he was wearing nothing but a pair of pants. The barefoot thing really didn’t worry Derek, for he knew that Cambions healed just as fast, if not faster than werewolves. And Stiles wasn’t complaining. Far from it. The boy was still acting like he was on cloud 100 instead of cloud 9.
It amused Derek a bit, but it also made him feel just as elated, though he wouldn’t ever say that aloud. Derek felt odd feeling this way, but he went with it, adapting as he lead the way through the forest back to the Stilinski house. Though Derek was jaded, and hadn’t had much experience in markings or claimings, Kate aside, he was used to being adaptable. You had to adapt in order to survive.
There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that was telling him he was going too fast, too headlong into this new possible relationship with Stiles, but he ignored it. Derek had been alone for far too long. Even when he’d had his sister, he’d been alone. And was it so bad to yearn for something and possess it before it slipped through his fingers? He thought about the possibility of letting Stiles go, but then he squashed the thought, knowing that it was too late for that.
Stiles wanted him.
And he wanted Stiles.
Derek vowed silently as they moved quickly through the woods, that he would make sure Stiles was happy, but he also vowed that Stiles would be his, and his alone. Maybe all Stiles felt for him was a crush, but Derek knew that crushes could easily turn into something more. And as broken and beaten as Derek’s heart was, he knew that Stiles was already healing him. With his laughter, his smile, even his defiance. Stiles was not Kate. And Derek knew that he wasn’t Kate either. As he remembered the marking of Stiles, his resolve to keep Stiles his forever raced through his mind, filling him with determination and resolve.
Stiles was content with the silence only due to the fact that he could sense that Derek was giving off “happy” vibes, along with something stronger, though he couldn’t tell what that was yet. However, by the time they were halfway to his house, his feet had gone numb. He shivered and let out a small whimper, trying to stifle it as he tried to wake up his toes.
Derek stopped and turned to look at him, concern in his hazel eyes. “You ok?” he sniffed the air to see if there was any outward sign. When none came, he looked at Stiles expectantly.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Just my feet are a bit cold. But we are halfway home, so nothing to worry about, right?” Stiles said, snuggling into the jacket more.
Derek sighed deeply before he pulled the disgruntled cold teen to him, kissing him deeply. Stiles let out an embarrassed meep before he practically melted under the alpha’s demanding affections. It wasn’t long until Stiles’ feet got warm, and when Derek pulled away, smirking slightly, the Cambion really seriously wanted to scream out against the injustice of not being able to get out his sexual frustration right then and there out in the woods.
“How did you do that?” Stiles settled for, leaning into the alpha’s touch as Derek wrapped his arm around his waist while they started back in the direction of the Stilinski house.
Derek shrugged, “Not sure. Just felt it might be a good idea to try it.”
“Mmm…. Not that I don’t love you trying something like that, but dude, if you keep on doing that, I am going to seriously die of blue balls.” Stiles pointed out with all seriousness.
Derek nuzzled the Cambion’s neck before saying softly, “Somehow I doubt that you’ll die of something like that.”
“Yea, well abstaining is not really good for a teenage boy, much less an Incubus hybrid.” Stiles stuck out his lower lip in a pout.
The alpha chuckled softly, and the sound was so rare that it was music to Stiles’ ears. So much so that he forgot to be annoyed by not getting another frotting session.
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