Author's note: Uhm... more porn incoming;))

Stiles was woken by a barrage of kisses on his shoulder and something hard poking him in the butt. His own case of morning wood was flagging under the comforter, so yeah - sign me up, morning sex. They rarely indulged during the week, holding on to every extra minute they could spend sleeping (especially since Derek was still anal about the morning jogs). But on the weekend it was a common occurrence to spend the whole morning in bed.

"Please tell me there's coffee," Stiles rasped sleepily, trying to open one eye.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit his nose and he sighed with content as Derek handed him the cup. Coffee countered morning breath which meant that he didn't have to get up and brush his teeth right that instant to make out.

Derek only let him have a couple sips before taking the cup from his hands and placing it on the bedside table. Stiles reached out to cup his face and plant a kiss, but his hand was caught midair and he was firmly face planted back on the pillow.

"Hmm," he hummed, stifling a giggle. No touchy-feely today. Derek was in a rough mood, which Stiles always found sexy as hell. He liked him tender and affectionate too, but when it came to sex, there was nothing more arousing than an Alpha acting his part and taking what's his.

The metal clicking sound caught his attention and he realized that his hand had been cuffed to the bedpost. Well, hello kinky.

"What are you doing?" Stiles tried to keep his voice nonchalant as if he was being tied to the bed on a daily basis, though the slight quiver probably gave away his excitement.

Derek didn't even spare him a glance. "Experimenting," he said, looking all business-like as he cuffed Stiles's left hand to the other side and moved down to his legs.

Being tied spread eagle was not uncomfortable, the leather cuffs were soft and he wasn't stretched by any means. But it did make him feel vulnerable and exposed even though he was still clothed in his boxers and t-shirt. His cock was twitching with indecision, unsure whether he liked the loss of freedom, or needed more friction to start liking it properly. But Stiles refused to hump the bed like a rutting dog, cause a) - his self-control was better than that; and b) - Derek wouldn't let him live that down.

All bets were off when Stiles looked over his shoulder and saw Derek holding a black leather flogger. "Okaaaay," he drawled, his throat suddenly going dry. "Should I be worried?"

Derek eyed him head to toe, then returned his focus to the flogger and gave a couple of test swings in the air. "Yeah, you probably should," he said, smirking.

Fear mixed with excitement and shot straight to Stiles's cock. "Great. That's reassuring." He felt a bit out of breath, but refused to appear anything but fully confident in front of the Alphahole. "Shouldn't I get a safeword or something?"

Derek smiled, cracking the flogger against his hand. "Why? You think you already need one?" The soft sound was actually reassuring, even though the gesture was probably meant to further unnerve him.

"You have the sadist face on, I definitely need one!"

"Ok, your safeword is 'Thank you, Master, may I have another'."

Stiles rolled his eyes recognizing his own line. "Hilarious."

"I knew you'd like it."

"Derek!"

"I don't care. Use the usual."

What usual? We never played before! "You mean the stoplights?"

"Yes."

Stiles snorted. "How boringly conventional." Which earned him his first strike of the flogger landing square on his bottom. He yelped more from surprise than pain, because it didn't really hurt or even sting. He let out a nervous giggle and quickly caught himself, cause that was definitely not the correct reaction to being flogged. "Uhm, so you've done this before?"

"I watched some videos."

Oh my fucking God.

"Learning from porn. Awesome. What could possibly go wrong!" It came out more sarcastic than he intended and he was rewarded with Derek yanking down his boxers to mid thighs. Because obviously, with his legs apart they wouldn't go any lower. "The tutorial didn't mention undressing before tying up?"

"No. But it did say that if I have a mouthy little shit for a sub, I can cut his boxers out with scissors and use them as a gag."

Was that a threat? Yeah, that was definitely a threat. Stiles was generally not against gags… maybe… he wasn't sure. But he definitely didn't want to chew on his underwear.

"How will I use my safeword then?"

"I guess you won't."

Stiles let out another snort. "What happened to 'Safe, Sane, and Consensual'?"

Derek waved his hand dismissively. "Porn doesn't focus on that."

That was true. But at the same time, it meant that Derek was at least familiar with the concept, even if his whole demeanor suggested otherwise. But that was Derek, he enjoyed being a dick. And truth be told, Stiles kinda enjoyed it too.

"So… uh, what are you gonna do to me?" he tested the waters.

"Whatever I want."

Ok. That was hot… and scary. A shiver of anticipation ran through Stiles. "Oh, God."

"Thanks, but 'Sir' will suffice for now."

"Not 'Daddy'?"

"Not today."

Huh. That's not a 'no'.

Derek paced behind him and then let out a tsking sound. Stiles heard him leaving the room and returning a minute later. He wasn't surprised to see scissors in his hands. It was actually kinda funny. Stiles would bet that Derek simply forgot to undress him and now didn't want to roll back to do that, pretending that cutting Stiles out of his clothes was his game plan all along.

"I hope you don't have any emotional attachment to these," the Alpha said, pressing the cold metal of scissors against his thigh.

"They are my favorite!" (No, they're not.)

Derek started cutting them off anyway. "Too bad."

"You owe me new ones!" Stiles complained, even though his cock was weirdly enjoying the procedure. Derek ignored his demands and moved on to cut off his t-shirt. Stiles actually did like that one, it was nice and soft, but he didn't care enough to stop Derek from his conquest.

"Ready?"

Stiles knew the correct response to that. He could go with 'Yes, Sir' and be a good boy or he could say 'Yeah' and force Derek to correct him, or he could go full brat and say something sarcastic that would earn him a punishment. And maybe he would want to go that route if he wasn't suddenly so apprehensive.

Was he even ready? Not really. Naked and bound at Derek's mercy, his confidence flew out the window. Not to mention that the complete lack of negotiation was a red flag in every guide book out there. Stiles was not particularly savvy in BDSM etiquette, his knowledge limited by porn and fiction, but he knew that communication was key, and the fact that Derek didn't intend to share his agenda was definitely worrisome.

Stiles's hesitation must have been telling, because suddenly Derek was by his side all warm and gentle kissing his cheek, hand brushing through his hair. "You know I'd never hurt you, right?" he whispered.

Of course, Stiles knew that, but he melted into a pile of goo anyway. "I do. But like... talk to me, ok?"

Derek smiled and kissed his nose, which Stiles shouldn't have found as adorable as he did. "Ok, baby. I will start slow. It shouldn't hurt though."

"Ok."

"Yes, Sir," Derek corrected him, snapping the flogger against his ass. And yes, it didn't hurt. The tails bit into his flesh but the sensation was warming and not unpleasant.

"Yes, Sir," Stiles parroted grinning.

Derek gave him another three strikes of the same intensity. "How was that?"

"Good actually. I mean you could probably go harder," Stiles said and then remembered and added, "Sir."

"Good boy."

Stiles preened at the praise, a goofy smile plastered on his face. Ok so maybe he had a bit of a praise kink. Sue him.

Derek continued landing measured blows to his ass, and even though they got progressively harder, getting further into the muscle tissue, it wasn't painful. The pleasant warming sensation was somewhat similar to a thorough massage. Stiles completely relaxed on the bed quite enjoying his flogging. It always looked way more hardcore in porn.

"You good?"

"Hmm," Stiles hummed in content. "I thought it would.. Uhm.. hurt?"

"It can. This one is very soft, but I can get it to bite more. Wanna try?"

"Yeah. Uhm, Please, Sir." He was fishing for another 'good boy' but was rewarded with a sharp burning strike instead. Ok, so if Derek put his arm into it, it could actually sting. Stiles let out a surprised yelp, hands tugging at his restraints, but the burn quickly turned to a pleasant heat that resonated with his cock.

Derek didn't check with him and instead landed two more equally sharp blows and then kneaded his cheeks, hand sneaking under him to cup his erection (which was flagging at full attention).

"Look at the little pain slut," Derek purred, visibly pleased with Stiles's state of arousal.

'Pain slut' couldn't be further from the truth, since Stiles's pain tolerance was crappy at best, and the flogger stung, but like… in a nice way?

"Mhm," Stiles hummed noncommittally, hips twisting into Derek's hand to increase friction. But of course, no such luck. Derek took his hand away with a tsking sound and resumed the flogging, switching around nice warm strikes with sharp burning ones.

Stiles gasped and mewled, hands and legs tugging at the restraints and hips bucking into the comforter to cope with the harder blows. He must have been giving Derek quite a show, but that was the point right? Not like Stiles ever watched the videos with subs taking it without a sound, so he didn't try to restrain himself either.

Finally, Derek put the flogger away and rubbed his hot cheeks appreciatively. "Beautiful."

Stiles groaned, wishing Derek would stroke his neglected cock that has been leaking precum for the past 5 minutes. "Please."

"Please what, pet?"

"Touch me." Stiles gave him the sweetest look he could muster but got a gleeful sadistic smirk in response.

"You mean, here?" Derek asked, stroking his length for an unbearably short time before taking his hand away again. "Or here?" he spread Stiles's cheeks and prodded him with his finger, making him gasp at the sudden (and might I say - dry) intrusion.

"Yes."

Derek bit back a short laugh. "I see." His finger returned to Stiles's entrance, this time properly lubed. Stiles moaned into the bedsheet as the finger brushed over his prostate. By now Derek knew exactly how Stiles liked to be prepped, his do's and don'ts, his tells, his endurance, etc. If he did something that Stiles disliked, more often than not it was on purpose.

So when Derek proceeded to stretch him avoiding the sweet spot time and time again, Stiles knew it was deliberate.

"Come on," he groaned frustrated. The fingers left him and he felt something cold pressing against his entrance. A butt plug? They never played with plugs before and Stiles wasn't sure where he stood with them. The stretch was only slightly uncomfortable, the feeling of fullness was a bit weird due to lack of the usual friction. He didn't hate it per se, but it didn't provide him the stimulation he craved.

"How is it?"

"Frustrating."

"Oh my poor horny baby," Derek teased, palming his cock again and stroking him a couple times and Stiles kinda hated him at the moment.

"Fuck y- Oh what the FUCK!" he jerked himself at the sudden vibration that went through his body. He went from not enough stimulation to overstimulation which was arguably way worse. The plug apparently came with a remote control, which Derek was holding in his hand with a vicious smirk on his face. Sadist!

"This thing has a couple settings, let's go through them."

Alright, not all settings were too much, some were just right, but of course, Derek being a major dick, he went to the most hardcore one and stayed there flipping it on and off randomly as he took the flogger again.

"I'll try your back now."

"Huh?" Stiles was kinda distracted. "Oh yeah, ok." The sudden jolt against his prostate sent his hips bucking and he quickly corrected his response. "Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir!"

"Try to relax."

"Turn it OFF!" Stiles yelled back.

"Oh right," Derek feigned innocence as he turned the torture device off again. Stiles grunted with relief marveling at the fact that his dick was still very much interested in the proceedings. Flogger on his back was nice and felt like a massage. Derek would still occasionally strike his ass, and put on the vibrator, though he went down to the "nice" setting that wasn't driving Stiles crazy. Or at least not too crazy because a few minutes in, Stiles was totally humping the bedsheets, his dignity long forgotten as he chased his release.

"Wanna come baby?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes, Sir. Please!"

"Now, or with me inside you?"

"I ugh…" Stiles wasn't sure how long he would last.

"I'll take you regardless. Just like this, bound and helpless, and I don't care if you are gonna enjoy yourself or not."

Stiles almost came just from that speech alone. Why would he find the idea of being used for sex (instead of participating in it) arousing, he didn't know. But he did. "Ok." Stiles wasn't sure what exactly he was agreeing to, but his brain was getting kinda mushy from all the stimulation. Basically he just wanted to come. Needed to come!

"Ok, what?"

"Ok, Sir."

Derek laughed and Stiles realized that he wasn't actually correcting the title. The plug pulled against the rim stretching him anew and then left his body, making him groan at the sudden emptiness. But the feeling didn't last, because the plug was soon replaced with something real and warm and familiar and bigger - ouch bigger!

Stiles whined at the pain, so Derek pulled out again and instead reached out to palm his erection.

"I oh.."

"It's alright, come for me, baby," he purred, stroking Stiles into completion.

The orgasm was definitely one of the strongest Stiles have experienced. He was on the verge for so long that as soon as Derek touched him he fell apart. They have never really practiced edging and this was as close as they ever came to that. It was intense and he loved it.

"Beautiful," Derek murmured, "So good for me." He planted a couple of chaste kisses on Stiles' neck and shoulders, while Stiles recovered from his la petite mort.

"'S good," he slurped blissfully.

"Hmm. We are not done though."

Oh Right. Derek didn't come yet, and he said he'll - ow Ow OW!

Derek was not brutal with his entry but the stretch was far from painless. Stiles winced, gritting his teeth through the worst of it, as his body adjusted to accommodate his size. So perhaps being used for sex was not as wonderful as it seemed 5 minutes ago. Now that the afterglow of his orgasm has faded, having a huge-ass dick inside him was not actually all that pleasant.

Derek let out a grunt as he started slowly rocking against Stiles, his thrusts careful at first, but with a rapidly growing urgency and speed. Hearing Derek's shallow breathing and badly restrained sex noises made up for any physical discomfort Stiles might have been feeling.

Derek didn't last long. Stiles knew from experience that his endurance was way better than that. Perhaps he didn't feel the pressure to 'perform' because Stiles already came, or maybe he was just as horny as Stiles was and couldn't help it. Or maybe he cut it short out of consideration, in case Stiles would hate it.

Stiles decided that he didn't hate it, it wasn't his favorite thing ever, but hearing Derek use him as a fuck toy and come apart inside him, had its own charm.

Derek collapsed next to him, eyes closed, a big happy smile plastered on his face. A sight for sore eyes. Stiles loved it. Loved him.

Yeah.

Perhaps it was time to admit it, if only to oneself - Stiles was in love with Derek.

"Hey."

"Hey," Stiles grinned back at him.

"You ok?"

"More than."

Derek smirked. "So you're fine if I leave you this way for the rest of the day?"

"Hard pass."

Derek kissed him on the cheek and then got up to untie him. "So, you liked it?" he asked, as he freed his hands.

"Yeah."

"Everything?"

Stiles eyed the flogger and the buttplug laying on the bed. "Yes on the flogger, unsure about the plug, you were kinda mean with that. And we should try edging I guess, I mean it's frustrating, but kinda worth it?"

Derek nodded. "And the sex?"

"Uhm. That sounded cooler than it was… I mean, it hurt but…" he scratched his nose, searching for the right words to convey his feelings.

"Yay or nay?"

"Leaning towards yes. As long as you don't make a habit out of it."

"Noted." Derek examined his ass, the color started fading, but some of the soreness lingered. He placed Stiles over his knees bottom up, the position so familiar and so weirdly comforting. He grabbed the aloe cream and gave Stiles an awkward shrug. "I was told not to underestimate the importance of aftercare and shit."

"So you did do your research," Stiles laughed, enjoying Derek's gentle fingers massaging the cooling cream onto his buttcheeks and upper back. "You were quite good with the flogger."

Derek chuckled, shaking his head. "I didn't know there were so many different ones. I had to try out like ten of them."

"Try out?"

"In the store."

"You were flogging yourself in the sex shop?" Stiles burst out. He wished he could have seen that.

"Yes," Derek admitted, his cheeks reddening the tiniest bit. "And the shopping assistant helped too."

"Oh my God."

"Yeah. I got the whole workshop, she was really into it."

"Now I really wish I was there. Did she plug you too?" Stiles chaffed.

Derek smacked his ass. "Aren't you supposed to be floating in subspace being all groggy and meek?"

"I guess you'll have to try harder, OW!"

"Come on, Stilinski, you are smarter than that," Derek mock chided, rubbing the freshly spanked buttcheek.

"I'm sorry I don't conform with your perceived image of BDSM," Stiles giggled and wiggled his ass. "What's the verdict? Will I live?"

"Might be a bit sore I guess. Although, I have no idea actually. Doesn't look any worse than when I punished you... Except for all the tears."

"That's different. You were mad at me then," Stiles muttered. Still, knowing how much Stiles hated to be disciplined it was a wonder Derek even tried any kind of impact play. "How did you, I mean why -"

"I caught you watching porn, remember?"

It was Stiles' turn to blush. "Yes, but I watch different stuff and it doesn't mean…"

"You were not all that subtle, you know. Even though you can't follow orders for shit, I know what turns you on."

"Oh."

Derek flipped Stiles around and helped him up to a sitting position. Stiles had two sets of flaming cheeks and munched on his bottom lip as he raised his eyes at Derek, feeling quite shy all of a sudden. The Alpha palmed his chin and leaned in to kiss his lips, brushing a thumb against Stiles's cheekbone.

"Dominating you is no hardship, babe. I enjoyed it a lot."

I fucking love you.

xxx

Stiles was already fully dressed when Derek got out of the shower. The Alpha raised an eyebrow at him. "Going somewhere?"

"Yes. With you." When Derek didn't acknowledge that he was in fact going anywhere, Stiles tilted his head to the side with a 'come on' expression. "I know what day it is and I know where you are going. I'd like to come along," he explained watching the surprise on Derek's face switch to recognition. "I mean if you want me there, that is," he added tentatively. He would like to be there for Derek, but only if Derek actually wanted it.

Derek's lips pressed into a thin line. He walked towards the drawer and took out a fresh pair of underwear, a t-shirt, and jeans, and silently started dressing. Stiles lingered for a bit wondering if he didn't overstep. Just as he was ready to apologize and leave, Derek raised his gaze at him and nodded.

xxx

Stiles didn't know exactly where they were going, but he was not surprised when Derek stopped by the flower shop and bought several bouquets. He didn't talk, and Stiles didn't try to engage him in conversation either.

Their morning episode got a whole new flavor once Stiles realized that it was the Hale fire anniversary. Derek wasn't simply getting kinky with Stiles, he tried to get his mind off things, maybe cope with the sadness without expressively saying so. Stiles didn't mind. If a scene could get Derek to feel better then he was welcome to flog him to his heart's content. (Within reason, of course.)

The cemetery was empty, save for a lonely grandma weeding an old grave it was quiet and peaceful. Stiles helped to carry the flowers, tailing Derek silently one step behind. The Hale graves were well kept and expensive at first glance. Identical marble stones with gold engravings and signature Hale-triskelion on all of them. By the looks of it, the Hale family occupied the whole corner of the graveyard. There were at least 20 other graves of ancestors, all of them equally well maintained.

Derek distributed the flowers among his parents and sisters and then brought a single rose to the one further back, which Stiles assumed was grandma or great aunt or something.

Derek kneeled in front of his parent's grave and hung his head. Stiles didn't know what was the correct course of action in such situations. Was he supposed to leave Derek alone, stand by at the polite distance or come closer and give him a hug?

Stiles went with his instincts. He placed his hand on Derek's shoulder and squeezed. "They would have been proud of you."

Derek let out a sad chuckle, shaking his head. "We had a huge fight that night. Stuff we said to each other..."

"I know, Isaac told me. But people say things they don't mean when they are angry. I mean, are you still mad at them?"

"Of course not. I miss them. Terribly."

"See. The fight doesn't matter. They would have been proud of you for going on and being strong, taking care of the family business, and doing everything in your power to avenge them."

Derek palmed Stiles's hand on his shoulder in a sign of appreciation and then got up and stood next to him. For a moment they just looked at the gravestones in silence.

"They would have liked you."

"You mean, except for the fact that I'm not a superstar Alpha."

"Well, that would only matter if we…" Derek trailed off, probably realizing that they were in fact married. "If this was permanent," he corrected himself.

Stiles knew how Derek meant it but the words still cut him deep. He preferred not to think about the fact that their relationship had an expiration date. Of course, the end of BRP wouldn't necessarily mean the end for the two of them, but let's face it - what did Stiles and Derek really had in common? They came from completely different backgrounds, they didn't have many mutual interests and Derek was out of his league on too many levels. Sure, the sex was nice, great even, but Stiles was positive Derek could get great sex anywhere.

Thinking about the future brought a crushing sensation to his chest because Stiles was long past a simple attraction. His rational self knew that developing real feelings for the Alphahole was stupid and would only result in heartbreak. But love didn't care about rationality - it just happened. And denying the fact wasn't gonna save him from getting hurt anyway.

"Would you look at that," he heard a familiar voice coming from behind. They turned around to see Peter standing with a bunch of white roses in his hands. "Can't leave your little Award even for a moment without supervision. And here I thought he was already a big boy. No, no, no, you're right, better to keep an eye on him than to take another trip to jail."

The palpable sarcasm was not unexpected - it was a personality trait, as far as Stiles could tell. The dickish teasing could be a defense mechanism or it could be just a way of communication, either way, one would expect at least a modicum of respect at the cemetery. By the looks of it, Peter wasn't happy to see Stiles intervening on the family moment. The flowers in his hands could be play-pretend for Derek's benefit, a psychopathic gesture of gloating born from complete lack of compunction, or...

"You've got some nerve coming in here." His whole body tense, fists clenching, Derek clearly didn't expect to see his uncle here. Stiles's stomach churned sensing how this could go south very fast.

Peter feigned confusion. "I do?"

"After everything you've done."

"Oh, right. After what I've done," Peter spat visibly annoyed.

"I'll get you for it. I swear I will." Derek's voice was clipped, he was barely restraining himself. Stiles took his hand willing to calm him.

The gesture didn't escape Peter. "Whoa! Now that's a plot twist - the drug dealer turned boy-toy. I guess this is kind of an awkward version of meeting the parents…"

Derek pounced. Like a lion going straight for the jugular, he knocked his uncle to the ground, landing a couple of brutal punches to his face, before Peter kicked him off, rolled around, and jumped back at him.

It was a terrifying sight - flashing eyes, snarling sounds, fangs, claws, kicks and punches and blurred movements. Stiles stood frozen for a moment, every instinct in his body telling him to get into a safe distance from the vicious fight. But of course, he couldn't just do nothing and let them kill each other.

"Stop it!" he yelled, which was predictably ignored by both of the enraged Alphas.

"You better seek help for those anger issues, dear nephew," Peter growled as they held each other in a chokehold, the battle of wills and endurance in place while their faces were getting redder and redder.

"My anger issues will be solved when you die," Derek gritted out.

"Drama queen."

"STOP IT!" Stiles yelled again.

"You will pay!"

"Get over yourself!"

This didn't make any sense to Stiles - you don't kill people and tell the bereaved ones to get over themselves. I mean how much of a psychopath would you have to be?

The protruded vein on Derek's forehead was screaming for help and Stiles couldn't stand by idly any longer. He fished out the pepper spray from his backpack and sprayed generously at the flailing pair, keeping his face as far as possible from the jet, and his eyes closed for good measure.

The effect was immediate. The Alphas jumped away from each other, clutching their faces, coughing and groaning in pain.

Stiles didn't realize what an inherently bad idea this was till after a minute or so the two pairs of terrifyingly furious bloodshot eyes stared back at him with deadly intent.

Uh-oh.

TBC