Thank you for someone who said this would be a great idea. I know that it was probably meant for a longer story than a one-shot, but i hoped it worked in okay. Oh, and read my other story, 'Bound By' it good too
Stiles opened the door and walked inside. Slamming it behind him. He turned on the lights and threw his keys in the bowl next to him. He walked in the house and glanced around. The weapons shelf was in the room next to this one and his bedroom in a room next to that. The house was small. It fit his lifestyle perfectly.
There were a few pieces of furniture, a couch, a chair, dining room table and two chairs for that in the entire house, excluding his bed and computer chair. The room was a dark green color. It reminded him of the forest of which he loved so long ago, now it was a constant reminder of how his life changed a year ago.
He had felt so useless against the werewolves and how no one actually treated him like a part of the team. So he had decided to work with Allison's grandfather to help find and destroy the werewolves in Beacon Hills.
Stiles unlatched the knife from his arm and set it on the table. He then proceeded to pull out the three guns in his full-length jacket. He took out all the silver bullet rounds and put them back where they belong, and locked up all of his weapons except the knife (of which he left under his pillow just in case).
Allison's Grandfather and him had brought down a total of four werewolves. All had been terrible. It started with Isaac, then Erica, and then Boyd. It was the last one that had killed him inside. It was Scott. Just thinking about it made him shiver.
Stiles started to fix him something to eat. The hunter and himself were in search for a hybrid werewolf and it keeps eluding their every moves. They hadn't made any progress in the case and so three people were dead and there were no answers go give.
While he was fixing his food Stiles heard a noise. He pulled out his knife and held it in his hand in a way that if someone came he could strike from the front, or the back.
The room was silent and he looked at where the noise came from, but saw nothing, so he relaxed a little. That wasn't the best response because as soon as he did, something darted out of the hallway and slammed him against the wall. A hand grabbed his, and hit it against the wall until Stiles was forced to drop the knife.
His other hand was grabbed and pulled above his body, and his legs were pinned to the wall. He was completely weak. There was no way he was getting away from this. This made him look up at his attacker. He still had the same blue eyes and sparkling teeth that Stiles always remembered, even if those teeth were elongated and you could see the canines prominently.
"Nice to see you again Derek. How's the pack?" Stiles smirked at him. Knowing full well that they all were destroyed, but that only rewarded him with a punch in the face from Derek, who again snarled at Stiles.
"Why in the hell did you do it?" Derek snarled. His breathing was picking up.
"No one noticed me, or cared. Well everyone except one person. Heck, we can't even call it a person can we? More like a thing, to be exact, a werewolf." Stiles said, and looked Derek straight in the eye.
Derek's eyes started to glisten and pushed his lips against Stiles' and thrust his tongue inside his mouth. Stiles moaned in the kiss and started to rut against Derek.
"I should hate you so much right now." Derek said after he released Stiles' mouth. He set his forehead on Stiles' and closed his eyes.
"You can hate me later." Stiles whispered and brought his lips to Derek's. Their lips moved together, and Stiles was getting hot. He still couldn't move his arms and he wanted to thrust against the werewolf but he was beaten to it.
Derek slammed himself against Stiles. He worked his leg between him and started massaging Stiles with his knee. Stiles gave a load moan and turned his head and Derek attacked it with his teeth and lips.
Derek gave a final lick on Stiles' Adams apple and released him. His eyes were bloodshot and dilated. He grabbed onto Stiles coat and pushed it off his shoulders and licked Stiles neck again and was rewarded with a moan from Stiles. The coat clattered to the floor and Stiles pushed Derek back and looked at him.
"Bedroom" Stiles said and started pulling the belt from his jeans. Derek started walking to Stiles' bedroom and slung his jacket to the floor. As he started to turn around he was pushed back onto the bed. He lifted his shirt up and when he pulled it over his head he saw that Stiles had already gotten his shirt and his pants off. Stiles was standing there, watching him take off his shirt. His erection was visible even in the dark. Derek licked his lips and unbuckled his pants.
Stiles grabbed the bottom of his pants and pulled them from Derek, leaving him in his jockey. The white piece of cloth was soaked with pre-cum.
Stiles launched himself at Derek and attacked his lips. His hands roamed down Derek's body and rubbed across all of his muscles. Derek gasped when Stiles grabbed his nipples and pinched.
Derek felt Stiles smile against his lips, but Stiles stopped kissing and starting licking his way down Derek's body. His warm mouth found Derek's nipples and started biting, sucking and licking both of them.
Derek gasped loudly and grabbed onto Stiles' hair as Stiles went further down his body. Stiles stopped briefly and licked around his navel. Three seconds later he was moving down more and when his mouth caught clothe, he breathed heavily on the clothed erection. Derek gasped and was about to say something when Stiles pulled the cloth down and enveloped Derek's erection in warm heat. Derek looked down at Stiles, who had his dick in his mouth, and watched him go up on down on his shaft. Stiles caught his eye and sucked hard and started moaning. It took all of his strength not to thrust into his mouth.
Derek was in a blissful paradise but he tensed when he felt a finger probing at his entrance. He gasped when he felt the finger push through his virgin ring of muscle. It felt different than anything he'd ever felt. Stiles was still sucking on his dick when he added another finger. This one was worse than the other one, but like the one prior after a few seconds it started to feel better.
Derek was gasping, he was getting so close to climax when Stiles added a third finger and was thrusting his fingers inside him hitting a spot inside that made white spots enter his vision.
"I'm… I…. cum…" was all that Derek got out before he unloaded his cum down Stiles' throat. Stiles swallowed every bit of his essence and continued to suck his deflating dick and fingering him.
"I'm going to fuck you now" Stiles said when he released Derek's dick. Stiles stood up and removed his boxers. Derek wanted to run his hands across the younger man's body, but he knew how Stiles would react. He never did like being touched.
Stiles pushed Derek's legs up and held them with one hand. With his other hand he positioned his erection to Derek's hole and pushed inside. They both gasped at the feeling.
Stiles didn't pull out or push any further. He was allowing Derek to get accustomed to the feeling. He knew Derek was ready when he started rocking back on Stiles' dick. Stiles pulled back and thrust deep inside Derek, who moaned and threw his head back on the mattress.
Stiles pulled out and thrust again, harder and harder every time. Derek was moaning louder and louder as he kept thrusting. His dick was getting hard too. While Stiles was thrusting into him, Stiles grabbed his dick and started to jerk him off along with the thrusts.
"Der…" Stiles gasped, he was close. Derek knew this too. He had a decision to make. One that would change both of their lives forever, either for the good or the bad, and when he felt his orgasm coming closer for a second time he made his decision.
Derek leaned up and started kissing Stiles' neck, and at the moment when he came on their stomachs and Stiles gasped and moaned louder than normal and when he felt a hot liquid paint his insides, he bit Stiles on the neck. Hard. It was deep enough to turn someone into a werewolf.