Note : That's not my first attempt to write Sterek, but the other one is going more slowly that this oneshot. I hope you'll enjoy it ! I tried to make it the less problematic possible, I hope it's ok.

Also, I'm not an English native speaker, and I'm not used to write sex scenes in English, so please forgive me if I misuse a word or something. Tell me, if you want, I'll correct it.

Thank you !

Cissa


When he signed up on , Stiles didn't know what to expect. He knew a few things about bondage and domination, but not enough to actually practice it. His last nights' dreams were filled with leather and vinyl, to the point where it worried him. He didn't think Malia would be pleased with such a kink, especially when there were no girls in his dreams. He kept his mouth shut, not wanting to lose his girlfriend over such a matter. After all, it was only sex.

Stiles logged onto #daemoniac_help, he half-hoped nobody was there. He was wrong.

#EvilFox24 entered the channel.

EvilFox24: Hi

SourWolf48: hi! newbie?

EvilFox24: yep

SourWolf48: what's the problem?

EvilFox24: what?

SourWolf48: you're onto the help chat so… what can I help you with?

EvilFox24: oh…

EvilFox24: that's kinda…

EvilFox24: …

SourWolf48: embarrassing?

EvilFox24: yeah.

SourWolf48: nobody'll judge. novice?

EvilFox24: yep

EvilFox24: curious, mostly

SourWolf48: you want to be dominated?

EvilFox24: …umm quite the opposite.

EvilFox24: don't know why.

EvilFox24: I want to try but…

EvilFox24: I'm afraid.

SourWolf48: Afraid of what?

EvilFox24: I don't want to hurt people

EvilFox24: that's stupid I know

SourWolf48: Not at all

SourWolf48: dominating's not hurting

SourWolf48: what would you want to do?

SourWolf48: you have a partner?

EvilFox24: no…

EvilFox24: she'd never be ok with it so better forget her

SourWolf48: you ok with cheating on her?

EvilFox24: I just want practice

EvilFox24: nothing too sexual…

SourWolf48: like shibari lessons?

EvilFox24: that's japanese bondage?

SourWolf48: Yes.

SourWolf48: you can find teachers in big towns I think

EvilFox24: you know how to tie knots?

SourWolf48: I can make a few nice things yeah

SourWolf48: but usually I'm on the other end of the rope

EvilFox24: Really?

EvilFox24: how does it feel?

SourWolf48: Good

SourWolf48: when it's done correctly, at least

EvilFox24: you never panic?

SourWolf48: only when I don't know my partner well

SourWolf48: and when he begins to mess up

EvilFox24: He? are you a girl or gay?

SourWolf48: I'm pansexual

SourWolf48: and you don't want to make that joke believe me

EvilFox24: the one with the pan?

EvilFox24: naaaay

EvilFox24: what's that mean?

SourWolf48: it's like bisexual only it includes non-binary people, not only male or female, or neither, or both.

SourWolf48: it means that I'm ready to love and fuck whatever is human, non-underaged and giving consent.

EvilFox24: guess i'm pan too…

EvilFox24: at least bi

EvilFox24: for the rest

EvilFox24: we'll see

SourWolf48: so

SourWolf48: you want to try bondage?

EvilFox24: why not?

EvilFox24: do you know where to learn it?

EvilFox24: I'm not living in a big city so…

SourWolf48: state?

EvilFox24: California

SourWolf48: there could be a teacher in Beacon Hills

EvilFox24: are you shitting me?

SourWolf48: ?

EvilFox24: That's where I live

EvilFox24: wait

EvilFox24: I shouldn't have told you that

SourWolf48: that's ok XD

SourWolf48: I'm not gonna to stalk you

SourWolf48: I'm the one living there so…

EvilFox24: no joke?

SourWolf48: no joke

SourWolf48: 24, is that your lacrosse shirt number?

EvilFox24: ok now you're creepy

SourWolf48: Stiles?

#EvilFox24 has quit the channel.

Shutting the window didn't solve anything though. On his bed, his phone was loudly ringing. Derek Hale.

"Oh please…" he sighed.

He tried to ignore it, in vain. After ten minutes of looping My Chemical Romance, he picked up the phone.

"What?" he growled

"I know it's awkward, but…"

Derek's voice was composed at the other end of the line. How could he manage to keep this calm?

"Let's forget all this, ok?"

"Why?"

Was this man even real?

"Why!? Are you really asking why?"

"There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Calm down, Stiles."

"How could I? That's super mega embarrassing…"

"Would it be more embarrassing if I told you I was the one that could teach you shibari?"

"Please Derek, shut up."

Stiles' cheeks were so red, he almost thought he was about to explode.

"It's okay, really. I won't tell anyone."

"How can I know it?"

"Don't you trust me?"

Touché. Stiles couldn't tell Derek he didn't trust him, because that'd be the biggest lie he would have utter in this life. Or another.

"Th…That's not it…" he stuttered, "I mean, there could be a leak or something…"

"Don't worry, I'm not leaking."

"DEREK!"

A little laugh rang in the phone. Stiles didn't know if he should feel amused or attacked.

"Anyway…" Derek added, "you can come to the loft any time you want. I'll show you some basics."

"Don't you… Don't you have Braeden?"

"Don't you have Malia?"

Touché again. Stiles sighed and answered first.

"That's different. She's not into it, and I'm not into it with girls. Like I said." He paused. "Damn, that sounds so weird…"

"I know. It's the same for me. That's why I volunteered."

"I see… So?"

"I'm waiting for you, Stiles."

"Thank you."

He didn't know why he thanked him, but that felt right. Stiles waited for Derek to hung up before lying thoughtfully on his bed. What was he doing? Betraying Malia, only for a kink? A very powerful one, something he really had to try. Like, really. And with Derek…? It was a dream and a nightmare, all at once, and it was going to come true.


Days passed until eventually Stiles found the courage to knock at Derek's door. He took the time to warn him before, more to be sure Braeden wasn't around than to be polite. If he was really doing this, he wanted Derek and him to be absolutely alone.

On the top floor of the building, the door opened, revealing a freshly showered Derek. His hair was still wet, and he was wearing nothing but a towel around his hips.

"Please Derek, could you even be more cliché?"

"Enter and shut up."

Stiles couldn't repress a smile as Derek shut the door behind him. The thought that soon, he would be the one giving orders was as pleasurable as terrifying. And with Derek's towel, he already felt like he had dived into a gay porn movie. Great.

"Just wait here, I'll be right back." the werewolf said.

Without questioning him, Stiles sat down in the sofa, trying not to let the panic take over. That was nearly as hard as he got when he dreamt about… Well, you know. Derek came back wearing jeans but still parading with his naked torso. Too hot. Stiles had to turn away his gaze.

"So… What do you want to do exactly?" he asked Stiles.

"Hmm…"

Why couldn't he start with 'what do you want to drink?' or 'how are you these days?'? But no, he was Derek Hale, known to be a little socially impaired. Stiles tried not to show his embarrassment.

"I think I should ask you this question…"

That was all he could manage, and that seemed to make Derek smile.

"Of course but I have more experience. If you say something I don't like, and that would surprise me, I'd tell you."

Stiles had a moment where he thought of all the things Derek could like and when it came to golden showers, he aborted the mission and answered the question.

"Ok so… Bondage, I guess."

"That's what we talked about online. What kind?"

The question took Stiles aback.

"I… I don't know, the kind where you can't move your arms?"

"Ok. Could have been a more esthetic style or suspension, even I wouldn't recommend suspension for a novice. But that's ok. What else where you thinking about?"

"I don't know, I mean… I was only dreaming and watching porn. Not thinking about doing you all these things."

"I can just teach you bondage basics, if you're not comfortable with me. Maybe you'll find another partner, more attractive to you."

Stiles was so happy they skipped the 'drink' phase, for he'd surely spilled his. Derek, not attractive? Naaaaay. That was the opposite: he was physically perfect. Yet, Stiles wasn't really at ease with him, that at least was true. He couldn't help but blush.

"Stiles?"

"No, no, that's ok. I mean, you is ok. You're ok. Ok?"

"Right."

Derek stood up and went up into his room. Stiles sighed in relief, trying to calm down a little. His heart was racing, even though he knew he wouldn't do anything sexual today. That's what they agreed on, wasn't it? The werewolf came back with fancy ropes, one purple and the other turquoise.

"Colors will help you visualize where to lace and how to tie the rope." he explained. "Also, if you're wondering, these are ropes specially designed for power play."

Derek was trying to reassure Stiles, and that was working. He also brought surgical scissors, that he put on the table.

"Just in case."

Stiles nodded and picked up the ropes he was given, shying away from the piercing gaze of his teacher. Or should he say 'his… partner'.

After showing the basic knot - one that can't tight up to itself and is easy to untie - they began with a simple shibari figure where the arms are tied in the back of the bottom. Stiles was shaking like a leaf in the autumn wind at first, but Derek's patience and calm were contagious. Top Stiles took his time, always checking if the ropes weren't too tight around Derek's body. Eventually, he managed the figure, even if his knots were disgracious and uneven. Stiles took a step back, and look at his work.

"Are you ok?"

"Should ask you the same question. I'm great. The tension is stronger on the left side, but you'll get it with practice."

Feeling truly relieved, Stiles laughed, then came back to untie Derek. Only to tie him back, exercising.


Stiles was careful not to draw attention at how much time he spent at Derek's. In the last few weeks, it's like he'd found himself a new sport that needed training. Two or three evenings a week, he went to the loft, and learnt knots and figures. He especially liked colored ropes: he liked following them with his eyes, endlessly tying and untying the knots in his mind. He really liked it when Derek was tied like this, helpless, powerless. In fact, everytime both had a hard-on they ignored. These sessions were lessons, not making out dates. Eventually, the hardness in their pants went away as they casually talk after the untying.

This time was a little bit different though. Stiles wanted to experiment a figure when all the body was tied up, which implied passing near very sensitive parts. Derek always kept his jeans, but it was impossible for Stiles not to look at his crotch when he was so close. One of his fingers rubbed the lump in the jeans and suddenly, it was like he's been thunderstruck. Not to mention he'd actually been thunderstruck, and that went on less pleasantly. He stood up and still, paralyzed, and mumbled an embarrassed apology.

"Don't be sorry." Derek answered with a smile.

His eyes were asking for more, but Stiles couldn't. He wasn't ready, and that wasn't the deal, remember? Unfortunately, Derek had ceased to be the quiet bottom and Stiles didn't tie up his tongue.

"Would you like it? Touching me?"

"Derek…"

"Would you like it?"

Stiles sighed, but nodded. Derek lifted his eyebrows in this typical 'then do it' pose. Hesitantly, Stiles turned around him, and put a hand on his back. Free from Derek's light greenish blue eyes, he grew more confident. Another hand touched Derek, sliding slowly along the ropes, fingers guided by the pastelcolored cotton. They eventually found their way to Derek's stomach and stroke his warm skin. Soon, they were diving onto his jeans, touching him through the fabric. He heard Derek's breath accelerating and becoming noisier. This time, Stiles really grasped the concept of having power over someone. It reminded him of the Nogitsune, only to stress out how completely different that power was. He wasn't hurting anyone: the power he had over Derek was only the one he gave to him. The realization made Stiles' heart miss a beat. Now he wasn't afraid anymore.

"What would I do with you…?" Stiles whispered into his ear.

Derek was thinking about an answer, but could come with one. He never thought being in those hands would make him so horny. His brain just wouldn't work, and everything that'd come out of his mouth would sound like another feverish moan. Stiles' hand opened the fly, his fingers engulfing the breach to reach what was inside.

"No boxers?"

Stiles said it as it was an insult, but clearly enjoyed the fact that nothing was standing between him and little Derek. He stroke him slowly, almost painfully, savouring every one of Derek's moans. He felt his body stretching out the ropes, his muscles bending underneath his skin. Soon, he let out a longer moan as he was coming in Stiles' hand.

The room went silent for a few minutes after that, the time for both of them to recover. Then, Stiles began to untie Derek. Of course, as a werewolf, injuries were a minor preoccupation, yet Stiles checked out everything as if Derek was just a regular man. Once all the ropes were inanimated on the floor, Stiles asked:

"Are you ok?"

"You're adorable." Derek replied. "Yeah, I'm fine. You?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "I'm not the one tied up, of course I'm ok!"

"Being in charge can be exhausting too. Emotionnally." Derek said casually as he went to the kitchen to fetch some water. "I felt you. You were tense."

"Well… Yeah."

They sat on the sofa, looking nowhere.

"I didn't know what to do." Stiles said.

"Afraid?"

"A little."

"Of what? Hurting me?"

"No… Just… I didn't want to sound ridiculous. To spoil the mood."

"I see. Honestly, that voice of yours was so convincing I could have called you 'Master'."

Stiles couldn't help but laugh. "Really?"

"If you asked for it, yes."

"Wow…" That was one of the best things he've ever heard, and he felt like he didn't deserve it. "I'm wondering… What kind of things do you like?"

"You want to know my fetish? I got a few… Being tied up like that is one of them. Dirty talk too."

"I didn't say anything really dirty…"

"No, but you thought the words. I felt it. Anyway, whatever you want, you can say it. When I'm tied up, I'm your thing. Your dog, if you want it."

"How to train your wolf to be a dog. Sounds good to me."

Derek smiled. Damn, he was definitely hot. Stiles' hard-on had begun to fade only to come back even stronger. He tried to hide it, but it only made it more visible.

"You want me to take care of that? Master?"

Ok now Derek was clearly laughing, eventhough Stiles knew it wasn't really a joke.

"I don't want to cheat on Malia but… You're so…"

Tears came up behind Stiles' eyes so rapidly Derek stopped smiling.

"Hey, come here…"

He took him into his arms, gently stroking his back as the sobbing grew stronger.

"I'm sorry…" Stiles muttered. "I'm so confused… It's like… someone made an error. Malia and me, sometimes, it's like it's overplayed. Like it doesn't feel right. Not as right as…"

Stiles lifted up his head, and without even thinking about it, kissed Derek.


Derek was naked and tied up on the table, his hands along his body and his back and buttocks exposed. They agreed that Stiles should show some real top skills. His rope game was ok, but bondage wasn't the only kink they had in common. Wearing only a pair of jeans, Stiles picked up the horsewhip and hit the table with it.

"You hear that?"

"Yes Master."

"It's your punishment coming, you naughty dog."

He began to spank Derek with the whip, lightly at first, then stronger in an endless crescendo. His ass went from snow-white to bright red, and his moanings grew louder and louder. After what seemed like an eternity for Derek, Stiles let the whip down for a black candle. He lit it up, letting his bottom know what was coming next. They had agreed on a safeword, which was stupid enough not to be messed up with all they could say and shout during the scene. It's not like 'cousin Miguel' was a kinky thing to say.

But Derek said nothing and Stiles proceeded. Hot wax was dropping down the bottom's back, little by little, retracing his tattoo, and then his spine. Stiles went from neck to hips, scattering drops of hot wax on his trails until they fall off onto his red cheeks. Derek moaned as Stiles was taking his time, slowly waiting for the tender skin to be entirely covered in black wax.

Eventually he got tired of waiting, and put the candle aside. With a spank that cracked the black crust of his buttocks, Stiles bent over him and let him feel how pleased he was by his performance. Then, sliding slowly and getting to his knees, Stiles dived his tongue between his cheeks, licking him in a way he never ever thought he would. Derek's moans grew even louder until Stiles couldn't bear it anymore.

Standing up again, he walked around the table and opened his fly. Derek had lived too long not to know what that meant, but when he opened his mouth, Stiles took a step back.

"Really? You're really that hungry, dog?"

Derek nodded. "Yes Master…"

"And what makes you think you even deserve it?"

Silence.

"Answer the question!"

"Please…"

"So that's it. That's where we are. Begging."

"Please…"

If Stiles really managed to get Derek's brain into loop-mode, then he had succeeded. A little smile stretching his mouth, Stiles walked forward.

"You really want to suck it? Then go for it."

Derek's mouth opened as Stiles was offering him his cock. His fingers twisted in the bottom's hair as he began to pant, pulling it and digging his nails into his skin. Derek was too good for him, too good for that and if he'd stay too long, he couldn't help but… He got out just before coming, frustrating his bot even more. He needed a break if he didn't want to spoil the mood by being too fast. Spanking him again with his hands, Stiles began to spread Derek's legs, stroking him with the tips of his index finger. A few - long - minutes and some drops of lube later, Stiles entered one, then two fingers into Derek, his movements slow at first, then more and more savage.

"Please!"

This time it wasn't moans but shouts coming out from Derek's throat. He couldn't wait longer, so did Stiles. He took back his fingers, replacing them something much more imposing. Stiles didn't know if he fucked him or made love to him, but that really didn't matter at the time. It just felt good and liberating. And by the sound of it, Derek agreed.

It was only a few minutes, but that was intense. Stiles couldn't repress his pleasure longer, and came quickly. Too quickly by far, on his opinion, but when he turned Derek over, he noticed he wasn't that far from coming either. Getting on his knees, Stiles took upon him to free his partner from frustration. With his tongue. He'd never done that, but feeling the other moaning and being at his mercy was so exciting he couldn't wait for the next time. Caught up into the frenzy, he even swallowed. What Derek had done to him?

With a long sigh, Stiles got back on his feet, and untied Derek. When the ropes were put aside came the question.

"Are you ok?"

This time, Derek didn't even answer. He just hugged Stiles in his arms, holding him tight against him.


Stiles followed Derek into the bathroom like a young bride. Now that the scene has ended, the lead had passed back to the werewolf.

"You prefer a shower, or a bath?" He asked Stiles.

"Honestly? I don't care, as long as you're with me."

Derek couldn't repress his hunger for a kiss, and gently pushed Stiles against the shower wall. Water came down, cold as first then out-of-the-pits-of-hell-hot, but nothing could have stop that passionate french kiss. Well, Stiles could have, as he did.

"Turn around." he said as he picked up a bath sponge he filled with shower gel. He was the one that put all this wax onto Derek's skin, so he thought he should be the one cleaning. He scrubbed slowly his partner's -lover's? - back, massaging his muscles to get rid of the wax more easily.

"So…" Stiles began, "Was it ok?"

"Yeah. More than ok, in fact."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Hey Derek…" Stiles put the sponge down and hugged him. "I think I…"

Only sex, huh?

"Yeah. I love you too Stiles."