Chapter 7: Fighting Pleasure
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Saturday was spent with an awkward air. Stiles was sizing up Derek as much as he could from the moment they woke up until the sun started to set. Stiles wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was hoping it was going to be nothing like his dream from before.
Around six in the afternoon Stiles, without his father knowing of course, got into Derek's black Camaro and the two headed to Derek's place in the woods. Stiles was fidgeting with his shirt, the seat belt, the car seats, and everything else his fingers to reach. Derek reached over and grabbed Stiles' hand from the seat belt he was picking at and set their hands on top of the center arm rest. Stiles started to relax into the touch, but he was still nervous, even with Derek holding his hand.
"Are you going to be gentle?" Stiles blurted out.
Derek glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "Yes."
He nodded a few times and looked out his window. They were now turning onto highway 47 and Stiles wasn't sure if he was going to able to contain himself. But before his emotions started to overwhelm him he felt calm again, thanks to Derek.
"Are we going to be safe?" Stiles asked.
"I can't get you pregnant, Stiles." Derek said sounding defeated almost. Stiles turned to him and noticed that he was in fact looking a little down. Stiles had never asked him much about his fixation on getting him pregnant but now seemed like the time.
"I wasn't taking about pregnancy actually…are you okay? I mean…I know I'm a boy and everything, but I'm in high school still, so having a child right now doesn't seem like a smart move. Maybe in a few years or something…you know? Not now…right this moment…no…Derek?"
"Stiles…" Derek tightened his grip a little on Stiles' hand but didn't say anything else.
"No, come on, let's talk about this!" Stiles hedged. "You want kids to carry on your blood line; I can respect that, but not now. I mean if we wait about five years…" It hit Stiles like a ton of bricks at that moment that he was planning their future including children. What the hell is wrong with me?
"It's not just about children…it's about…" Derek shook his head.
"Come on, tell me!"
"From the moment we first fucked…I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do than get you pregnant Stiles. It's more than just continuing a bloodline. It's about creating a pack, a bond, a serious connection that comes from more than just having sex. I've been alone for so long, and after everything that happened with my family and Peter, you…you are a constant. Without you I'd die, that is a fact, I need you. I want to protect you, but I also want to expand with you. I want a family…a pack."
Stiles was speechless. He couldn't think of anything to say after that. He felt extremely loved, and at the same time extremely selfish. "I'm so sorry Derek." Stiles said so low, it was barely above a whisper.
The car pulled up to the front of the mansion in the woods. Derek cut the engine and turned to his mate, caressing his face softly.
"Don't be sorry about anything. This is something I have to work out."
"No, no, no, this is something both of us have to work out!" Stiles said quickly. "After all…I am your mate, right?" Stiles grinned and Derek couldn't help leaning in and kissing Stiles in that moment. Stiles welcomed the kiss, opening his mouth and taking Derek into him. Derek started to reach under Stiles' shirt, his fingers sliding up the boy's body brushing over his nipples causing Stiles to shiver.
Derek let go abruptly and got out of the car confusing Stiles for a moment before his door opened and Derek scooped him out of his seat. Derek continued the kiss as he carried Stiles to the house and up the old stairs. He opened the door with his free hand and headed upstairs where Derek had been working on one room in particular. When the older man opened the door Stiles opened his eyes a little surprised.
Derek had renovated the master bedroom; the walls were a light brown, the floor was a dark stained wood, the kick and crown molding was the same wood hue, but the bed stole the show. The bed was amazing, it was California king sized; with soft embroider sheets of dark blues, gold, and greens, with side tables and lamps. Stiles stopped kissing Derek to just look around.
"Did you do all of this?" Stiles asked with his mouth agape.
"I renovated it, but most of the design choices I just asked about." Derek replied looking into his mates eyes. "Do you like it?"
"Like it, I love it! I mean, yeah." Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and pressed his lips to his. "Do you feel any different?"
"Not yet, the sun hasn't set completely." Derek said backing up slowly and falling into the bed with Stiles still in his arms, only now the teen was straddling him, looking down at his mate with adoration.
"This is all really weird…not…bad weird, but just different, you know? I wasn't expecting any of this to happen when I met you. I mean I was arresting you technically when I met you…hahah…"
Derek nodded looking up at Stiles.
"And when I think about it now…I'm actually really glad we're together."
"I'm glad we are together too."
"Derek…I think I might actually…more than like you."
"Love me?"
"Those are the words."
"Say it."
"Derek Hale…I love you." Stiles whispered and Derek reached up a little to kiss him, this time, with more passion and lust than before in the car, this time with a desire so strong that Stiles could feel it in his bones. Derek reached up and pulled Stiles' shirt off, exposing his body for his eyes to roam over. His kisses traveled down Stiles' neck slowly to his chest.
Stiles reached under to remove Derek's shirt, slipping it over the man's head and staring down at what was all his as Derek started to unbuckle Stiles' jeans. Derek sat up and removed Stiles jeans, then his own and soon both guys were naked entangled in each other waiting for something either knew how to start.
Derek started to bite down on Stiles' neck, before they might have been little love nips, but this time they were harder and felt more permanent. His fingers dug deeper into Stiles' skin, drawing blood, and his erection, usually a soft pink in color, was now an unhuman 100 percent red. Stiles of course didn't notice any of this, instead his eyes were closed and he was enjoying the sensation of Derek touching him, no matter how rough the touch was. He was trying his best to not freak out and plenty of that was thanks to Derek's power.
Derek flipped them over so Stiles was sitting on top of him. He looked up at his mate, into his chocolate brown eyes, and released a slow breath. "I love you too, Stiles. I've always loved you." Derek said with such adoration that Stiles filled with warmth from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head.
Derek reached for his erection and stroked it a few times before he started to prepare Stiles, this time much better from times pasts. Stiles was unsure of the sensations he was feeling, but didn't back away, Derek was keeping his promise about being gentle. He looked into Stiles eyes, making a connection between the two of them so strong Stiles started to melt. His soul seemed to stretch out toward Derek's, and his to his. Stiles was so entranced by their connection he didn't notice when Derek was fully inside of him, it felt completely painless. Only when Derek started to thrust upward into his mate did Stiles start to feel something. Again, at first he was unsure, but slowly pleasure started to build inside of him. It was a slow burn that heated his body up and made his erection start to drip precum.
"Derek…" Stiles breathed out as pleasure started to take over. Derek took ahold of Stiles hips and began to glide his mate's hips over his erection.
This…this feels really amazing...oh my God, it feels so great…
Stiles was on the verge of crying he was so happy, but something changed in an instant. Derek's grip on Stiles' body tightens and his eyes started to glow. Stiles stared down at him, confusion taking him for just a second before he realized what was happening. Derek's thrusting stopped, but his grip continued to tighten on Stiles' hips, drawing blood.
Stiles started to pull away from Derek, pushing hard against his chest as he tried to get off the top of him, but to no avail. "Derek let go of me!" Stiles yelled, and Derek loosened his grip.
The sun had set outside without either of them noticing. Derek was now dealing with the needs to transform, mate with Stiles, and protect him all at once. Usually during a full moon Derek didn't transform, he learned to control himself years ago, but that wasn't the case now. Having a mate changed things intensely.
"Derek?" Stiles said trying to talk to his unresponsive mate. The older man closed his eyes and started to take deep breaths trying to control at least his need to transform, which was the easiest. He then flipped the two of them over, holding Stiles down under him a little too tight for the teenager's comfort. Derek opened his eyes again and looked into Stiles'. His eyes were still glowing, but it didn't stop Stiles from looking into the electric blue. It enticed him actually.
Ever so slowly, Derek re-entered Stiles body. He let go of the teenager in fear of hurting him and gripped the sheets of the large bed instead, taking slow and staggered breathes Derek continued. Stiles was a little unnerved, but Derek took care of that too. He relaxed Stiles, trying to get the boy to calm down as much as possible to enjoy what they were doing. Finally, with everything falling into place carefully Derek started to pick up the pace of his thrusting. He was going much fast than before, pushing deeper into Stiles than what felt possible, and growling lowly under his breath.
Stiles on the far spectrum of things was actually fully immersed in pleasure at this moment. His legs were in the air, wide open, welcoming Derek with all he had. His face was red blushing from the pleasure Derek was giving him, his mouth open, and Stiles loved every second of it. He moaned under the touch of Derek, listening to his mate growl, feeling his body thrust into him deeper and harder.
I'm pretty sure this is what heaven is like, I'm 100 percent positive of it; it has to be…
Derek managed to reach between the two of them and grab Stiles' erection and stroke it. He wanted Stiles to come first, his mates pleasure was everything to him.
"Derek…" Stiles panted trying to hold off coming as long as he could, but nothing could stop it from happening and within seconds Stiles was coming all over the both of them. Seeing Stiles orgasm was all Derek needed to grip Stiles' ass and ram into him, staring intensely into the younger boy's eyes until finally Derek came deep inside of the teen, holding his pose for a minute, making sure all of his sperm was deep inside of Stiles securely before he pulled out.
Derek rolled over on his side of the bed feeling oddly accomplished in a way. Stiles on the other hand was a mess on the other side, panting and breathing intensely, trying to come down from his orgasmic high.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you." Derek said looking at the blood and bruises on Stiles' body. He rolled over and began to hold Stiles in his arms. "I tried my best to suppress the transformation."
"It doesn't hurt that much…actually the whole thing was overshadowed by you." Stiles smiled at Derek. "It was really great, actually."
"Ahhhhh, how nice; two lovers in each other's arms after fucking each other senseless."
Stiles and Derek both turned quickly to the door where Peter was standing. He was smiling; his head tilted slightly to the side, his express was complete contentment.
Derek got up immediately, putting on a pair of pants.
"After you put your jeans on nephew I'd suggest you take a seat next to your…little mate."
"What do you want Peter?" Derek asked still standing, his stance defensive.
"You know, after the whole fire thing I thought it was pretty obvious what I wanted, after they KILLED MY MATE!" The man screamed.
Derek took a step forward, but Peter warned him again. "Peter, killing isn't going to bring her back!"
"I know it won't." He said snapping his fingers. "But it feels nice, anyway." From behind him a man stepped into the light holding Stiles' friend by the neck.
"SCOTT?" Stiles yelled getting up but Derek immediately stopped his mate, pushing him back into the bed.
"We found him just outside, looks like he was searching for you, Stiles."
"Don't say his name." Derek hissed and Peter laughed.
"What are you going to do? You couldn't even stop them from killing your family."
"THEY WERE YOUR FAMILY TOO!" Derek barked.
Peter took a few more steps into the room, but Derek blocked him.
"Always wanting to defend what is yours, huh?" Peter said getting close to his nephew. "You do realize you can't defend shit?" Peter snapped his fingers again and the man behind him grew a long claw and put it to Scott's neck. Even though Scott was unconscious it didn't make the situation less stressful.
"Derek, you gotta do something! He's my best friend!" Stiles yelled, but Derek didn't budge. His main priority was protecting Stiles, not Stiles' friends.
"Yeah Derek, come on, protect the lowly human from the big bad wolf!" Peter snarled, upset now, he started to phase, his body contorting.
Derek did the same, phasing into a werewolf and holding his ground with his uncle. Stiles stared on in complete shock as they charged at each other, Derek knocking Peter through the wall and into the hallway. Stiles wanted to get up to see the rest of the fight, but the other man was still standing there was Scott and his claw to his friend's neck.
Great, I'm naked, a werewolf is going to kill my friend, and Derek is going to be killed by another werewolf. This is a great way to start the weekend.
"What's the matter human?"
"Nothing is wrong with me." Stiles snapped. He was tired of being the weak human while Derek did all the fighting. "I just want to put my pants on."
"Go ahead, your two inches won't surprise me." The guy said laughing, his claw getting dangerously close to Scott's neck. Stiles quickly reached for his pants on the floor and put them on. He then stood up thinking of how to do this.
"Sit the fuck back down." The man snapped.
"I could…or you could let my friend go."
The man laughed raring back to do so, and in this moment Stiles ran forward and sprayed his eyes with pepper spray. The man screamed, throwing Scott across the room as he did so and bending over in pain, clawing at his eyes.
Stiles quickly ran over to Scott, putting his arm around his best friend he started to drag his friend around and through the hole in the wall while the man started to get his vision back.
Stiles headed down the hallway as fast as he could with Scott's dead weight on him and headed to the staircase. He could hear, just outside of the house Derek and Peter fighting and he wasn't sure if being inside or outside was more dangerous at the moment.
"Come here you little shit!"
Better outside it is…
Stiles dragged his friend down the stairs and out the front door. Derek's Camaro wasn't that far away from the front of the house, but he could see Peter and Derek fighting closer to the house, which made it a tossup of whether he'd make it to the car in one piece with Scott or not. But the thought of having that angry guy in the house attack him was enough to push Stiles to try. He took a deep breath and rushed toward the car. He was using all of the strength in his body to move the two of them, and when he reached the car and managed to put Scott inside the passenger seat Peter went flying just above his head, scary the boy still for a moment as he screamed with his eyes closed. But soon the danger had passed and behind him Derek and Peter were fighting again, but this time farther back into the woods.
The teenager ran around to the other side of the car and got inside, slamming the door he grab the spare keys from the glove compartment and shoved them into the ignition, but then stopped. He looked at Derek fighting for his life and couldn't move. Something inside of him was telling him not to leave Derek's side, but when he looked at Scott he wanted to leave. He needed to get his friend home. It was a constant push and pull in his mind that resulted in Peter charging the car and scaring the boy as Peter ripped the door off its hinges. Derek tried to stop him, but Peter was too fast and bit down, HARD, on Scott's arm, causing blood to ooze from the gash instantly. Peter removed his mouth and was knocked down by Derek.
"You'll fucking pay before I do!" Peter yelled before disappearing into the trees.
Derek could see Peter's comrade jumping from the second story of the house and joining him in the woods. Derek roared after them, but didn't continue to chase them. Instead he turned to Stiles and Scott inside his car.
"Are you okay?" Derek asked and Stiles nodded. He'd never been that close to Derek's wolf form and it was kind of frightening.
"I-I'm fine. Scott's bleeding…" Stiles looked at the gash on Scott's arm, but it was gone. "He was bleeding…he had a huge bite mark, right there!"
Derek didn't waste any time in picking up Scott to carry into his house, while at the same time transforming. "Come on, Stiles." Derek said walking back.
They entered the house and Derek sat Scott on the kitchen island.
"Is he okay?" Stiles asked.
"He is…but…just a little different now…" Derek said crossing his arms.
"A little different how, Derek? Is he going to grow an extra head, sprout fur, turn into a fish, what?" Stiles asked confused.
Derek just shook his head. "Stiles, calm down, please."
"How can I? You were almost killed! He was almost killed!"
Derek grabbed Stiles shoulders and pulled him close to his body. "Stiles, nothing is going to happen to your friend."
"Okay…okay…" Stiles breathed. "I'm just really worried about him. If anything happens to him it falls on me…"
"And if anything happens to you, it falls on me." Derek said softly.
Stiles nodded a few times. "Peter ruined your bedroom."
"I'll fix it tomorrow."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it wasn't your fault." Derek said leaning in and kissing Stiles gently on the lips. "Stay here tonight."
"I should really get Scott home."
"You're going to take him home like that?" Derek asked embracing Stiles fully.
Stiles looked at his buddy on the table and then back to Derek. "Okay, maybe not."
"Then stay the night with me, besides it's still a full moon." Derek started to nip at Stiles' ear.
"I thought it was done?"
"It's not over until the sun rises. Peter was just an obstacle…" Derek mumbled softly, and Stiles smiled.
"Are your eyes going to glow again?"
"Probably."
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New fancy chapter with a very sexy ending. Haha.
But, yeah, Peter is back again and still messing things up for Stiles and Derek. Plus Scott was bitten, Oh NO!
But besides all of that, what will Stiles' dad say when he gets home? IF he gets home? (Or should I say limp home? hee hee.)
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Thank you so much for reading my work thus far and don't be afraid to comment! I like hearing what you guys have to say!
Until next time!
