Chapter 15: Tormenting Fury

A/N: And so I return from my absence with a rekindling of my adoration for my writing and for Sterek. I thought I'd take a new approach to this chapter than I have in previous attempts to consolidate the events that occur during previous episodes.

School has started up again, unfortunately, and I've got quite a lot of reading todo, but I'm pulling through. To compound more onto me, the release of MoP World of Warcraft's next expansion, which basically means that I've to get my 85 character to 90 and gear him out in gear to raid, which all sounds like video game nonsense, but that's unfortunately my fate. Not to mention my quiz in Poetry and readings in all my other courses.

So on to the story.

Soundtrack: Many people on tumblr believe that Lana Del Rey's songs basically describe Sterek, and I tend to agree. My favourite is Born to Die (the song), Lolita, Dark Paradise, and Without You. Regardless, I was listening to those songs while I was writing this chapter.

Previously on Harmless: "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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Yesterday had been a blur of many things, a lot of which could be metaphorically tied with rabbits. They had spent the rest of that day together until Stiles had described they he was feeling an odd combination of satisfaction from their loud, powerful, and delicious union, and filthy. It wasn't that he minded, but they both smelt of sweat and aftermath.

They both dressed in a whirlwind of banter, sexual advances, and slaps from Stiles as they left and got into his jeep. Within minutes they were in front of Stiles' home. His father's car was missing from its usually spot in the driveway, and he could tell that his father had left early in the morning and didn't even leave him a message on his mobile. His dad always knew when he needed space — when they both needed space. Derek practically dragged him into his own home; his strong controlling hands picking him up once they were inside and carrying him upstairs.

With remarkable precision and speed Derek had Stiles naked, cold, standing in front of his werewolf feeling rather self-conscious. He blushed and averted his eyes, but when Derek put his hands on his shoulders he turned to face his lover, not looking away, not being shy.

He glanced at the locked door before turning the faucet on and getting the water just right, before dropping to his knees in front of Derek. He was glad that Derek hadn't worn a belt, for his fumbling hands could barely manage the button. His fumbles were due to his ADHD and his eagerness. Derek's erection sprung forward from out his jeans and smacked Stiles lips that were right in front, waiting.

Stiles licked his lips, the taste of Derek's pre-come now in his mouth from where his werewolf's cock had tapped them. Stiles looked up at his boyfriend's erection and took it in his mouth. His mouth worked quickly, taking Derek deep and humming against the erection in his mouth. He could hear Derek moan, growl, and enjoyed the feeling of his werewolf pulling his hair and forcing his cock deeper into his mouth. He nearly gagged, but Stiles took it in stride and let his lover thrust in and out of his mouth, fucking him deep. Until he pulled out, not wanting to end this moment until he was sated and his wolf had his fun.

Stiles looked disappointing — empty, but he licked his lips and used his hand to clean up the drool and excess that had escaped him. He stood up and went into the shower, bending over tauntingly, and bracing himself against the wall of the shower. He turned towards Derek, his eyes with their pupils blown from desire, and he licked his lips languidly.

The moon, even in the morning before was pressing on Derek's mind. He could feel its pull, dragging his wolf from its dormancy and calling for release. He quickly stripped off his shirt and stepped into the tube, his erection full, hard, and bobbing as he got into the shower. The water hit his back, as he pressed his body close to Stiles. His cock trailing along the teen's ass. It was oozing and wanting, and Stiles bucked back into his werewolf's hard erection, forcing a growl from Derek that made himself harden tellingly.

Derek brought his mouth to the side of Stiles' neck, applying suction and marking the teen with a hickey and a nip that would be hidden by the collar of his shirt, even though he was incredibly tempted to leave a visible mark for that Lydia girl to see.

Out of jealously and, to be honest, horniness, took hold of his own erection and lined it up and spread Stiles. Stiles was quivering and Derek leaned into the teen. The head was surrounded by Stiles' tightening muscles. Derek had to lean closer to Stiles, and leave a trail of kisses down his neck and whispered softly into the teen's ears, "Relax."

Stiles took several long and steady breaths, before Derek pressed further into Stiles, his wantoning holes clenching, but letting Derek force his way in further and a moan coming from the teen beneath him. Once he was hilted into Stiles, he pulled out, leaving the head in before plunging back in. Stiles loudly moaned an groaned each time that Derek pushed in or hit the right spot.

The teen clenched his teeth when the pain would hit, but it became less and less, as his body got used to the fires of pain and pleasure. He leaned back with each thrust, taking Derek deeper, and arching his back. Derek had to admit then that his lover was beautiful, in an odd and corky way, but still beautiful. The way his body craved his, and the way his spine arched and his mouth and facial features would react to everyone of his moves.

He grinned and thrusted in and out hard and rough, and liking the moans and gasps. With another soft whisper into the teen's eyes, Stiles shifted, Derek's cock still lodged within him, and helped his werewolf turn him over and allow for him to wrap his arms around Derek's neck.

Derek could see each reaction in Stiles' eyes, could watch as the teen's lips would part and let out a moan, and would blush so innocently as he made such vulgar noises. They brought their lips together, their tongues, and Derek would take control and suck on Stiles tongue, his lips.

"Harder!" Stiles groaned out. Derek complied and took him harder, enjoying the moans that Stiles gave him in return. "So close," the teen breathed out again.

"Come for me," Derek said, taking Stiles' erection in his hands and pumping to the rhythm of his own thrusts. Derek's hand was slick with Stiles' pre-come and the sounds that were coming from their mouths and their movements were sending them both over the edge. Soon Stiles came into Derek's hand; the werewolf brought his hand to his mouth, and licked away some of his prize before bring his mouth to Stiles'. He took his sticky hand and dragged it along Stiles' chest, leaving behind the aftermath.

Soon Derek quickened his pace before he lodged himself as deep as he could before coming with a groan and then a growling that shook through him unyieldingly. The warmth inside him radiated further, and Stiles tended his grasp to hug Derek as tightly as he could.

His breath laboured, Derek chuckled in his ear. The hot and heavy breath warming his ear even in the water. "If I didn't have to go to the party I'd suggest a second round."

They washed and dressed, Derek had brought an extra pair of clothes and was glad that Stiles was so very quick to wash up his clothes and have them ready for him. Stiles, however, had spent quite a long while picking what he was going to wear, and what he was going to give Lydia. He had picked up many things, including a television, but that was too big of a present.

Derek watched jealous, and pouted from Stiles' bed as he looked on. Stiles prepped and looked at Derek, his pout evident and enjoyable.

Stiles pranced over to Derek and threw himself into Derek's arms, forcing his werewolf to fall back on to the bed. Stiles brought his lips to Derek's and licked across the lips before Derek let him in.

"Don't be jealous sourwolf," Stiles said affectionately. "I'm yours. All yours."

"Better be," Derek said, taking Stiles' lips, but this time taking full control and letting Stiles get no ground in their embrace.

"I'll come over after the party, unless I get caught up with Scott... We haven't spoken much lately," Stiles said.

"I'll hold you to that; want me to drive you?"

"No," Stiles said. "It'll be fine, but you can drive me later." He smirked.

"Tempt me some more and I might wolf out and take you party or no party," Derek said, his devilish grin-smirk on his face.

"I expect you'll be doing that later regardless."

"Get going," Derek said.

"But I like our banter."

"Shut up, Stiles."

Stiles pressed his lips to Derek's before leaving and going to pick up Scott. Derek went to fetch his car from where he had left it and went to go secure his pack in their chains that he had shown them earlier that day. It was going to be a rough night for them all.

...

"Just hold me, Derek," Stiles said, as he buried his head into Derek's chest. He could still feel the paralytic toxin coursing through him — even if it was fading. He was shivering, even if he warm against his werewolf and under the covers. "Just stay."

"There is too much going on Stiles, I should be out looking for him. Peter is back, Scott betrayed me, and I think that Gerard killed Matt," Derek said, his tone had shifted, it was harsh and direct.

"I know, but what's happened... What's happened has hurt me, and Peter is too smart, Gerard has hunters everywhere, and Scott's probably got some cocked up plan going on."

Derek sighed, which came into existence as a mixture of a sigh and growl of frustration. "Fine. For once I think you're right." There was a moment of silence between them, who could feel Stiles' tears wetting his shirt, and he didn't know what to do. Stiles wasn't sobbing, he was still crying. Tears forming, rolling, and wetting. "Tell me what happened?"

Derek could hear Stiles sniffle back his tears. "What about you? With Peter back, I'm still not sure how that happened, and the fact we were almost killed by the Kanima and a homicidal teenager... And Scott's being Scott. How are you."

Derek chucked, "I think my problems can wait. What happened Stiles?" He was just glad that Stiles hadn't lost his sarcasm and wit.

Stiles took a moment to surface from Derek's chest, and Derek planted a kiss instinctually on the teen's cheek before any words were dealt.

"There was something in the punch," Stiles said. "That much I know. I don't know who put something in the punch, but I saw my dad... He said I had killed my mom and was killing him. He's right, I've ruined his career and mum... And mum..." Stiles couldn't finish. Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles, tightening the small distance between them.

"It's not your fault. If anything, blame Peter... Blame me."

"I don't blame you. I may blame Peter... But not you. I don't even blame werewolves. Why blame an entire group of people for the acts of a handful."

"You assume there are more like Peter?"

"I have no doubt. If humans are cruel, then so werewolves must been as divided as the rest of us."

Derek smiled, Stiles' mind was another draw to him. "Somehow Peter managed to us me to bring him back, I'm still Alpha, I know that... I can feel it still. But he still weakened me."

Stiles thought for a moment, the wheels of his mind practically screeching audibly. "He's weak right?"

"Deaton said that, yes."

"Deaton was there?!"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"We do make a good pair don't we," Stiles said tangentially, thinking back on the night's events in the police station.

Derek smiled again, Stiles was beginning to believe he actually was breaking into the warmth his werewolf had sealed away when his sister, and probably, when his family had died. "We do. Oddly enough we do."

Stiles grew quiet for a moment. He took several breaths, steading his mind and his body all at once. His lower lip trembled. "I felt so helpless, Derek." There was a pause — a long drawn out, unbearable pause in which Derek nor Stiles spoke, but just held each other. "I watch Matt take his gun to my dad. It was the butt, but regardless, it was still a gun. I knew my dad's work was dangerous. I know that. But he's all I have left." Derek braced himself. "Peter offered me the bite, I think I've told you that before. He took my hand and was going to. I pulled a way at the last moment."

"You didn't tell me this before," Derek said, his jealous, his anger, his wolf was all in motion.

Stiles disregarded Derek's anger and continued. "I can't help, but feel like if I had accepted it, things would be different."

"Things could have been worse," Derek said. "The hunters could have killed you."

"There's that," Stiles said. "But maybe I could have protected him dad."

"Or you could be dead, and then I couldn't be holding you right now."

Stiles smiled, and yet Derek could tell that there was a distance between them for a moment. He looked up to meet his werewolf's eyes. "I'm glad your alright."

The moon's effects were waning, but he could feel the residual effects. "I can think of a way to celebrate." Derek took hold of Stiles and managed to straddle him. He bent his head down and took hold of Stiles' lips, forcing his way into his teen's mouth and battling against Stiles' tongue.

Break to breath Stiles chuckled darkly, "Can I top again?"

Derek, stunned, took a moment to register. He grabbed hold of Stiles' shoulders and with violent grace flipped their position. He looked up to meet Stiles' eyes with a sinister grin-smirk on his face, and brought his lips to Stiles by forcing the teen's head down with one of his strong hands.

"Forceful are we," Stiles said.

"If I'm doing this, I'm gonna at least be the one to orchestrate it," Derek said, blushing. Wait, Stiles thought. Did he just blush. "Shut up Stiles!"

"I didn't say anything."

"You were thinking it!"

"I couldn't help it," Stiles said. He pulled his shirt awkwardly, before he slid Derek's off with a little help. He stalled for a moment unable to handle the pressure; or at least the pressure that was in his head, and voicing disbelief that someone like Derek would love him. Want him. Take him. Derek thrust upward, shocking Stiles and unbuttoned his own pants releasing his growing manhood from it's clothed prison.

Stiles managed to get out of his own pants with incredible difficult and nervousness that was unbecoming to Stiles, but was incredibly enchanting to Derek.

Their hardnesses pressed against one another, Stiles brought his lips to Derek's, and let his werewolf have them. Derek with necessary bravado took hold of the lips presented to him and then let them drop. He spread his legs and arms, as if in defeat, and spoke quickly. "You have full reign."

Stiles hands were quacking, but he made his way down Derek's body, taking his tongue and gliding it across the plains and crests of his abs with a salacious languidness. Before bring himself down toward Derek's manhood. He took it into his mouth, taunting him briefly before departing and suggestion to his werewolf to turn over.

Stiles spread Derek's legs and brought his mouth to his werewolf's entrance; his tongue coated him and toyed with him. Extracting moans from Derek, those that, to Stiles, sounded like his own by which Derek elicited from him. He slicked Derek good before, popping three of his own fingers in his mouth before slipping one into Derek. Another. Then the last, until his werewolf was ready for him.

Stiles guided himself in carefully, feeling the tightness before Derek relaxed himself and allowed his lover further access. He cried out as Stiles thrust in completely to the hilt. He gripped Derek's hips before he rammed himself in again, getting more delicious moans from his wolven lover.

Soon, far sooner than he had intended, he came. Derek seemed to enjoy himself after the pain had subsided and his body was getting used to the intrusion.

Stiles pulled out, bring his mouth again to Derek's manhood that was erect and slick. His tongue darted forth and ensnared its prize. He took his werewolf deep into his mouth, before Derek began to thrust in and out his mouth. He was having trouble containing the forceful manhood in his mouth, but he managed. He took Derek deep before he swallowed several times bring the werewolf too close to climax.

Closing the deal per se, Stiles worked his hardest to improve his game. Soon Derek came, the excess running down the teen's chin before he could managed the rest of his werewolf's aftermath. He licked his lips tauntingly before, climbing on top of Derek and pressing their mouths together.

Stiles breathed, breaking a part from Derek, before speaking in panting breaths, "I think that counts as Thank God We're Alive Sex."

"Probably."

"Probably."

Stiles rolled off and cuddling into Derek, before they both found the best position to have a comfortable night. Derek, sighed, as he watched as his lover fell asleep. He started to think over all that had happened. Lydia had brought him to Peter, maybe she had been bewitched by Peter, God knows, but he didn't trust her — maybe his distrust was born from Stiles longstanding love for her. He didn't know. Sleep became more and more comforting as the adrenaline faded and his eyelids grew heavy. Damn. He wanted to watch Stiles sleep some more, his cute little face and the way in which his nose twitched, but he had to give in. He drifted to sleep, his entire body seemingly wrapped around Stiles'.

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A/N2: This little note concerns updates of the story. I'll be posting the last chapter, which is the last one, between three to four weeks after this one. My school schedule gets more and more hectic as the days unfold. Sorry! I wish I could devote more time to this, I love it, I love Sterek, and Teen Wolf in general. I've been voting for Sterek in the AE contest thingy!... Yar... Okay. Tata.