Stiles laid back on the cold, padded table, with his robe untied, fabric fallen to his sides, and his legs opened wide, exposing his naked form for all in the room to see. It was something he had become accustomed to, during his time with Derek.
What once felt awkward and challenging to do, now came second nature to the teen. He didn't even feel embarrassed anymore. How could he when practically everyone in the manor had seen Stiles naked at one time or another? Whether it be a guard, a maid, a doctor, or even, Derek himself. He had nothing left to hide or protect.
He didn't even feel human anymore. He just felt like a thing. A thing existing only because his Master allowed him to, a thing existing only for one purpose, to please his Master, and once he served no purpose, he would surely be thrown out like a washed-up doll, broken and useless.
Since the day in the barn, Stiles was kept on a tighter leash, if possible. He couldn't go anywhere without a guard on duty, guiding him around the manor and outside on the grounds, as if he was a little kid having to stick close to a parent's side at the store.
He couldn't understand why he didn't fight back, or try to run off like the others, and take his chances with the woodland monsters Derek claimed were out there. It was as if he had given up. He was barely standing, waving the white flag in surrender. What did the teen have to live for after all? His mother was long gone and his father was surely at home getting drunk and blaming his missing son for something he had no control over.
Stiles never had affection growing up, except from his mother. He missed it. He missed her. His father was never good at expressing his feelings, he drank them all after Stiles's mom died.
The teen couldn't even remember the last time his dad said he was proud of him, or even, that he loved him. His mother, Claudia, was the affectionate one. The closest Stiles got to getting affection from his father was playing sports.
He wasn't even into sports but he tried to learn just to please his dad and have something to bond over with him.
Maybe that's why he liked sex with his Master so much. It was the only form of affection he had in a long time. It was the only time he felt alive.
Maybe that's why he didn't run.
Derek was a dangerous monster, he proved that time and time again. Killing Stiles's first doctor for lying, and then, burning an innocent maid for telling the teen about Derek's family. Yet, Stiles felt strongly drawn to him.
Was he attracted to danger, or did he get off on trying to fix a damaged person?
The verdict was still out on that one.
As fucked up as it was, Derek was all he had now.
"Well, did it work?" Master asked impatiently, as he paced the room back and forth while Doctor Deaton looked Stiles's fragile insides over with gloves.
The teen gulped nervously, watching the interaction between the two as he awaited his fate.
"He is indeed, with child," Deaton answered.
Derek stopped on cue, eyes wide in surprise with his mouth ajar. As if, he was expecting to hear bad news. He quickly shook the negative thoughts out of his head and gave a firm nod over to the doctor.
"Good, finish up here, and send him back to my room when you're done," He instructed, without so much as a glance in Stiles's direction before walking off out the door.
"Yes sir," Deaton replied, taking his used gloves off and setting them down on a nearby tray.
He glanced back at his teen patient, who looked lost in thought. He grabbed the boy's hand giving it a squeeze in comfort, breaking him from his trance-like state.
"You can relax now."
"Am I really pregnant?"
"Yes."
Stiles looked down at his stomach in awe, running a hand over it. He never thought in a million years he would be able to conceive.
"Wow, a living creature is inside of me."
The doctor smiled at the boy's innocence.
"How long?" Stiles suddenly asked, looking back up at Deaton's curious face.
"What?"
"How long will I be pregnant for, I mean, is pregnancy shorter when it's a wolf?" Stiles asked curious.
"Yes, it can be as little as a matter of a few months, before you deliver."
"That soon?" Stiles stressed, with his face wrinkling up in worry and his form tensing.
"What's wrong, Stiles?" Deaton asked, noticing the teen's once calm demeanor had quickly changed.
"He's going to kill me after I give birth, isn't he?"
The doctor looked down at the teen in pity, wishing he could tell the boy otherwise. He knew the teen's fate was uncertain, especially in the hands of a creature like Derek Hale.
"I don't know. The only advice I can give you is, to try to behave and do what he says, make him think he needs you around, and maybe he will reconsider."
Stiles nodded and thanked the doctor. It wasn't long after, that the teen was pulled away by a guard, and guided back to Derek's room.
Stile stepped inside the familiar courters as the guard shut the door behind him.
"Come here, Pet." A familiar voice in the darkness said.
Stiles jumped back, startled, realizing he wasn't alone. His eyes scanned around the dimly lit room, able to make out the fireplace on the far end, his only real source of light. And a lantern that sat on the shelf ledge next to him.
He grabbed it and moved slowly in the room, Step after step he took, shining some light along the way. He shined the light in one direction and found a chair, and then in another direction, and found a table. It wasn't long before he could make out the structure of the big bed and what looked to be the outline of a person on it.
He walked closer and the light grew stronger, revealing his Master's form on the far end of the bed, who was laying back on the black satin sheets, only wearing a pair of red boxers and a smirk.
Even in the dark, Stiles could make out the outline of his big cock, stretching the fabric of his boxer shorts, begging to come out and play.
Stiles placed the lantern on the bedside table and stepped closer, as his Master patted the side of the bed for the teen to join him.
He placed his hands on the bed's surface and raised his knee up, making a move to climb on it when Derek stopped him.
"Nah-ah, robe off."
The teen moved back, placing his foot back on the ground, and untied his white silk robe, pushing it off his shoulders, and letting it drop to the ground as he stood there naked and cold.
It was a wonder why the teen even bothered wearing clothes at all. He spent more time naked than not.
Derek eyed the boy's body hungrily and moved closer to his side of the bed. His eyes glowed green and his claws came out. Something Stiles thought only happened when his Master was angry. Apparently, they could come out when the creature was excited as well.
The teen froze up in his spot as he felt his Master grip his fragile hips with his long, sharp claws.
"Master." He gasped, scared.
Derek noticed, and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself. The boy watched amazed by the control he possessed, as his Master was able to withdraw his claws, letting them slowly turn back to harmless nails, once more.
Stiles let out a relieved sigh as Derek rested his head next to the teen's stomach and purred. He rubbed his face fondly into the boy's heated flesh, before bringing his ear flush against it, listening for life. He was soon rewarded with a muffled heartbeat and he smiled to himself as he continued to listen.
Master's actions felt terribly intimate and erotic, stiles yearned to run his hands through his soft locks and feel his lips on his stomach, kissing his way down to his sweet spot, feeling his hot breath and skillful tongue once more. He bit his bottom lip at the thought, stopping himself from moaning.
As if reading his thoughts, Derek moved his ear away from the teen's stomach, giving the flesh a teasing kiss before pulling Stiles down on the bed.
"Come here," Master said firmly.
Stiles fell onto the soft mattress with a burst of excitement running down his body at the thought of things to come. He turned to face an amused Derek.
"You aim to please your Master?"
"Yes," Stiles replied huskily, finding it hard to hide his desire.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good, now sleep," Derek ordered, moving over to give the teen more room to lay comfortably.
Confused and somewhat disappointed, Stiles adjusted his pillows, grabbed the covers, and laid down on his side, facing away from his Master, letting out a big huff.
Derek took notice and smirked.
"Did you think I would have my way with you, Pet?"
Stiles turned around to face him.
"Well, yes. You usually do."
"Hmm, and here I thought you might actually favor your rest for a change." Derek voiced with a chuckle.
"I can't sleep without it. I just toss and turn. Besides, I like the feeling it gives me." Stiles confessed.
"Very well, open that mouth for me," Master said, pulling out his hard cock.
Stiles bit his bottom lip, remembering the feeling of having it inside him, wishing he could feel it again.
"Master, can you put it inside my ass, please?"
Derek groaned, giving his monstrous cock a few tugs.
"You have to earn that, Pet. Now, open that pretty mouth wide, I'm going to fuck it nice and deep."
Stiles moaned as he eagerly did as told, letting his Master push his warm cock inside, sliding it in and out, touching the back of his throat from time to time.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good." Derek groaned, trying hard not to let his wolf come out.
"Mmm." Stiles moaned, working his mouth hard along his Master's huge length, liking the fact that he was able to cause such pleasure just by using his lips.
Feeling his desires becoming too strong to fight, Stiles slid his hand down and started to fondle his balls and squeeze his dick in his hand all while Derek fucked his throat.
Master grabbed the back of the teen's head and pushed his mouth down as far as it could go, while thrusting up. Using the boy's mouth as if it were a pussy, choking him with his swollen cock as he fucked his mouth hard.
"Yes, yes, just like that, Slut. Open that mouth wider, I want you to swallow everything I give you." Master stressed while buckling his wild hips up into the teen's mouth.
"Mmmmm." Stiles moaned against his master's thick flesh, as he began tugging on his own dick.
Derek growled, spilling his seed deep down Stiles's throat as he rode his high.
Once done, he wiped the remainder cum on his Pet's lips.
"Lick it." He ordered.
Stiles happily obeyed and before he knew it, he was pushed face down on the mattress, getting pounded into.
"Ahhh, aahhh, mmmmm, ohh."
Derek growled next to his ear, nipping at the ends playfully, as he fucked Stiles long and hard.
"Ohhh, Master, please. I, I'm, fuckkkkk." Stiles stressed, feeling his end near.
"Cum for me, Pet."
"Ahhhhhh!"
Stiles plopped down on the bed, exhausted. His heart, once racing in his chest, slowed down to a gentle beat, and a lazy smile covered his face.
The teen glanced over to find his Master laying on his back with closed eyes and a content look on his face. It was nice to see him so at ease, relaxed for a change. He was normally so angry all the time. For a while, Stiles thought that was the only emotion the creature knew how to express.
There were still many things he wanted to know about his Master. Silly getting to know you questions like, what his favorite color was, his favorite time of day, his hobbies, if he had a favorite food, and then there were the more important questions like, what was he like as a kid, did he have a favorite parent or sibling, was he a dreamer or a doer, has he ever been in love before? The numerous inquiries often kept the teen up at night. It was a wonder his mind shut off at all.
Stiles decided he couldn't hold them in anymore, he wanted to know everything there was to know about the mysterious Derek Hale.
"Master, what was your family like?"
Derek's eyes popped open and he glanced over at his curious Pet.
"Why does it matter? They're dead." He snapped, feeling himself becoming defensive once more.
"I want to know, maybe our baby will have similar qualities."
Derek let out a heavy sigh and looked the teen over, noticing he wasn't budging on the subject. If there was one thing, he had learned about Stiles over their time together, it was that the boy was equally as curious as he was stubborn.
He closed his eyes once more and gulped, trying to fight the urge to want to get up and run away.
Stiles waited as minutes ticked by with silence. He started to wonder if his Master fell asleep on him.
"My mother was tough; she was the leader of our pack." Derek voiced softly, reopening his eyes.
"Normally, the man would have such a role, but my father knew my mother would make a great leader, and let her have the spotlight." He added.
Stiles rolled over on his stomach with his head resting on the palms of his hands as he listened, intrigued.
"My father was the nurturing one. He told bedtime stories, played with us, and cared for us, while my mom ran the pack, making sure everyone felt like they belonged and were safe."
Stiles smiled at the thought.
"And my younger brothers were always getting into trouble, but they were good kids."
"Sounds like you grew up with a lot of love,"
"I did, until I didn't," Master replied, his once soft features turned hard once more, hating the old feelings and memories that crowded his brain as he talked about his family. The dead bodies, the blood, the lonely nights, the scared hopelessness he felt, the emptiness, it all came flooding back.
"Yeah, I had a similar experience growing up." Stiles voiced, breaking Derek from his thoughts.
"Do not even think of comparing your upbringing to mine. My family was murdered. Yours was not." He said harshly, as he quickly pulled his boxers and pants back on and headed over to the door.
"Why are you always so afraid to open up to me?" Stiles asked sitting up in bed.
"I'm not afraid. I'm…I'm bored."
"No, you're not."
"Excuse me?"
"You're not bored, you're sad."
Derek's tough exterior cracked and for a moment, Stiles could have sworn he saw the young wolf that lost his family peeking through.
He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how. He didn't even know if his Master liked being touched.
"Go to bed, Pet." He said turning the door knob.
"Stiles."
Derek turned back confused, arching an eyebrow.
"What?"
"My name. You can call me by it if you like, I don't mind. Actually, I would prefer it."
"All right, go to bed, Stiles."
"Can I call you by your name?"
"Only family and pack members have that privilege," Master claimed.
"But I'm going to have your baby. Doesn't that kind of make me family now?"
Derek crinkled his face, deep in thought.
"I suppose you have a point. I'll think about it." He said before heading out.
"Thank you, Master."