Chapter 14: Lunar
A/N: Sorry. I know I'm late, but I've got a good reason, although, probably just an excuse. I've been trying to get ahead of my syllabuses. Three English courses, each with a rather large reading list... So I'm terrified of all the reading. Ulysses and Homer's Odyssey, my God. Not to mention trying to get two chapters of my own project out, so I've been reading and writing en mass. This chapter is a filler, since it isn't an instant transition between Raving and Party Guest, like there is between Party Guest and Fury. Furthermore, I'd like to do Party Guest justice, since we have the return of Peter.
So because of school and encroaching real life things these chapters will be spaced even more apart, meaning I'll publish even less frequently, which is scary for me too. I love this story and I want to finish it to the best of my abilities and quickly for the audience, but as it stands it can't be helped. I'm sorry if this displeases anyone. Hate me, that's fine. Unsubscribe, that's your prerogative.
Master Plan is going to be one of my favourite chapters, only because of what I have planed. In fact, as a spoiler, It'll be after the conflict, because of the serious lack of Stiles in the end of the episodes, except for, of course, him driving his jeep through the warehouse and his tearful moment with Lydia... Oh yes I have plans.
If my memory serves (I'll have to rewatch) Battlefield and Master Plan also occur right after one another. I may just make super-thick chapters combining Party Guest & Fury and Battlefield & Master Plan. Meaning even more waiting, which I'd prefer... ONLY because I want them to be cohesive, well put together, and generally giving me time between everything.
Forgive me.
J.
Previously on Harmless: "You patronizing me?" Stiles asked, opening his eyes and looking into Derek's. "I'll know if your lying."
"That's my line," Derek said. "But no, I'm not patronizing you."
"I love you," Stiles said. "I love you Derek Hale and don't you dare forget it."
"I love you too, Stiles," Derek said. "Now get some sleep."
"But I actually did, I got the ash to complete the circle and it worked. It worked. It—"
Derek kissed Stiles stopping Stiles from continuously rambling, and muttered into Stiles mouth, "I know."
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The winds of change, as cliché as that was, was in the air. The winds from the east stirred and forged a radiating amalgamation with that of the west. They billowed through the trees and told their stories in their hushed voices; the faraway tales of what was, what is, and what has yet to happen being whispered about. Aidan stood there, the forest floor under his feet and his head held high listening. The dawn was breaking, oranges spilling out over reds and yellows in an array of lights. He squinted, turning his head away from the light protectively. He turned around, his shadow extending behind him. He walked towards the road.
Stiles awoke to a tongue being dragged down his naked body, crawling across his chest and down towards his navel, leaving hickeys as he went. Stiles opened his eyes, watching Derek as he headed towards his cock. He looked so intent as he brought his tongue across the tip of the teen's tip. He thrusted into his werewolf, enjoying the sensation of Derek gagging slightly before he adjusted. He brought Stiles deep into his mouth, toward the back of his throat, humming and swallowing as he did so. He smiled before he pulled off of Stiles and climbed onto him, the teen's semi-erection sliding along the crack of his werewolf's taut ass. Further hardening him from the sheer pressure.
Derek brought their mouths together, the taste of Stiles pre-come in both their mouths as Derek's brought his tongue into Stiles' mouth. They broke, needing oxygen, and giving Stiles a chance to speak.
"Good morning to you to," Stiles said, seemingly jovial. "If I knew you'd wake me up every morning like this I'd come over more often."
Derek growled, he thrust back into Stiles now full erection, driving Stiles to buck as response. Derek hungrily left a hickey on the side of Stiles' neck, leaving a nice purple bruises as an act of claiming. The teen moaned, stretching his neck out, and longingly dragging his nails down his werewolf's back.
Derek left another purpling bruise on his neck, near the middle of the jaw. Stiles squirmed under the pressure, his body uncontrollably writhing under Derek's weight, his erection bobbing against Derek's arse.
"What's gotten into you," Stiles managed to shutter out.
"The full moon," Derek said, his breathing laboured, heavy. "The alpha wants his mate."
"Then let him have him," Stiles said. "Let me roll over."
Stiles attempted to get up to move into position to accept Derek's growing manhood, but his werewolf wouldn't let him up. The teen whimpered, wanting to feel Derek inside him, wanting to feel him open him up, and enjoy as Derek took him roughly. "Fuck me."
His werewolf pulled the bottle of lubricant from where he had left it and asked for one of Stiles' hands of which he gave willingly thinking Derek was going to make him work himself out. He had scene several pornographic demonstrations before he had his werewolf take care of his... needs.
Derek moved toward, straddling Stiles more closely and bring the teen's lubed hand toward his own rear, blushing self-consciously as he did so. He lowered himself toward Stiles, spreading his cheeks apart and allowing Stiles fingers to come close to his entrance.
"Seriously?" Stiles asked bewildered. "I wish it was the full moon more often," Stiles added softly.
"Either put your fingers in, or your cock. One or the other, preferably your cock, unless of course you want me to rip your throat out with my teeth," Derek replied, growling as felt Stiles press a finger teasingly against his opening.
Stiles pushed another finger in, Derek was tight and took quite a lot of the lube he had built up in his palm to loosen. His hole clenched around both of his digits, making each reinsertion of his fingers elicit moans from Derek that he hadn't heard before.
"Fuck," Derek said, as the third finger was pressed in and Stiles withdrew them and brought them back in rapidly. "Just put it in, Stiles."
"You're so tight," Stiles said. "And, sure my stamina's built up since you and I've been going out, but Derek..."
Derek reached around, Stiles' erection was slicked with ample loads of his own pre-ejaculate. He wrapped his fingers around Stiles manhood and pressed it against his wanton hole. He accepted Stiles, the head being clenched by Derek's tight ring.
"So tight," Stiles moaned out.
Derek pushed more of Stiles in, thrusting back into teen's erection. Stiles could see his werewolf's face, there was both pain and pleasure that would soon dissipate into ecstasy. The teen knew all too well that feeling, that line between pain and pleasure. He had Stiles completely in him and began to lift himself off and then plunge back down onto Stiles's manhood. Again and again, Derek fucked himself on his lover.
"Derek," Stiles moaned out.
Derek pulled off of Stiles. It was odd seeing Derek so submissive, even though he was in full control of the situation. He went toward the foot of the bed, bending over and presenting himself to Stiles, his forehead pressed against the sheets, his arse in the air, his hole exposed to the chill of the room. He shivered. "Stiles. I want you."
At Derek's words Stiles broke, clambering up and pressing his oozing cock into his werewolf's devouring entrance. He quickly thrust into his lover, gripping his werewolf's hips and rocking in and out of Derek. Stiles, getting close to his climax pulled out from his lover and began to pump his cock, but Derek groaned. "In me," Derek commanded.
Stiles put his cock back into Derek and thrusted as best as he could before he came into his werewolf, moaning out as he did so. Derek could feel Stiles aftermath in him and his wolf went haywire. He managed to pick Stiles up and put him on his back and with only Derek's own leaking dick as lubricant, pressing himself into Stiles and fucked him hard.
Stiles moaned and cried out as Derek brought himself to his own climax, having Stiles' own aftermath within him and trickling from his abused entrance.
"Derek," Stiles moaned out, wanting him to go faster, rougher, harder. His lover complied and quickened his pace, coming to his own peek as Stiles had, but with much more stamina and endurance. He brought himself closer to Stiles, taking Stiles' mouth with his own.
"So good," Derek breathed out, growling after and rumbling in his chest for quite awhile.
Stiles moans became more desperate and vocal, and his muscles clenching around Derek as his body became focused on one task, giving his werewolf pleasure.
"So tight," Derek let out.
Stiles bite into Derek's shoulder, pressing hard enough to nearly break the skin. Derek came into Stiles, pulling out, and letting the aftermath dribble out.
"How's your wolf now," Stiles said, smirking, his breathing hot and heavy.
"Satisfied," Derek huffed out.
"Your mate approves," Stiles said, as he pushed Derek down, straddled him, and took his mouth sequentially. "I have two requests."
"What is that," Derek said, bathed in his afterglow.
"Well one, I'd like you to come to Macy's with me and help me pick out a gift for Lidia. Now don't get mad sourwolf. It's her birthday, on the fool moon, and the entire school has been invited and gifts are mandatory."
"I'll go, but under duress, and you better not let her touch you or even look a you. It's the full moon and if I feel at all threatened, I could show up and drag you away."
"Don't tempt me," Stiles said.
Derek chuckled, but there was deep rumble in his throat that signified his annoyance. "And the second request."
"Well, it's more of a question," Stiles said, red filling his cheeks from embarrassment.
"Should I be worried?"
"I should be," Stiles said.
One of Derek's eyebrows rose. "Out with it!"
"Was that your first time," Stiles asked.
"First time for what?" Derek replied coyly.
"Sex."
"No, you know that I'm not knew with sex," Derek said, still playing with Stiles.
"I mean anal sex, jackass," Stiles said.
"I suppose I should be honest, since I was your first—"
"You sure about that?" Stiles said, before Derek rolled Stiles onto his back took his mouth.
"Positive."
"Fine."
"Yes," Derek said.
Stiles smiled softly, enjoying the comforting idea that they both were each other's first, or at least when it came to their kind of relationship.
"We can go later, five-ish, and you an get Isaac to pick up some chinese or something. I'd like to shower, but that can wait, I think I'd like to remain filthy for awhile."
"What are you suggesting we do in the meantime?" Derek asked.
"I can think of something... Actually several somethings," Stiles said, feeling Derek's manhood stiffen at his words.
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A/N2: Sorry if there are any grievous errors, it's six in the morning and the review was super quick, because I've got more reading and work to get done before school starts up. Anyway. Tata. Remember, I've mentioned my tumblrs in the last three (ish... I think) chapters... If you have any questions, comments, or such.