Title Derek Proves His Bite
Description: Long-term boyfriends Stiles and Derek are live-streaming gamers. Stiles runs his mouth as always and Livestream shenanigans ensue.
"Disclaimer: Just like a cosplay convention, this fanfiction is a celebration of characters and worlds we love—but with a twist! While we've borrowed some iconic personalities and settings, we assure you, this is purely a creative exercise. No copyright infringement intended, just a bunch of fans having fun in the sandbox of imagination. So, if you catch your favorite heroes doing things they'd never do in canon, remember, it's all in good fun. Sit back, suspend disbelief, and enjoy the ride into this wild, fan-made universe!"
Stiles' POV
Stiles as usual is at his standing desk playing his latest obsession with his trusty viewers as company, Bantering away as always. When one of the comments catches his eye from a viewer who has been stream-sniping on his long-term Boyfriend Derek. He's also a streamer known for his intense gameplay in the horror games genre. Commenting that Derek is freaking scary with how well he is playing the bad guy in his latest pick of playing the serial killer and catching his victims with his calm and collected reactions as always.
After reading the comments of viewer discussions in the chat log that started. Stiles snorts distracted with getting back to the game puts his foot in his mouth as is common and comments "Derek is not that scary. Yes, he may have the dark and menacing glower down pat and those eyebrows have their own language that unfairly adds to the effect. But you should see him pout, it's adorable. He's really a big old softy, his actually a Chiwawa his bark is worse than his bite" he shrugs. Not clicking just what he said with that unintentional jab.
Derek's POV
At the other side of the loft, he and his boyfriend and fellow livestream bought. Derek is chilling with the latest horror genre game stalking his gamer friend on his turn as the killer they are trying to get away from and being amused with their and his viewers' reactions to it. It's fun to troll when everyone thinks you are being serious.
He's finished off the last player on this round when one of Derek's regular viewers stream-sniping Stiles snitches on him, Derek catching the comment lifts an eyebrow and says "Oh… am I now. I'll be back in a moment." He calmly states to his audience excusing himself. He gets up, puts down his headset on his chair and stalks out the room. His chats a scrolling blur as he struts out. As he stalks down the hall to Stiles' studio on silent feet.
Stiles POV
Meanwhile, Stiles' Chat is going crazy trying to warn Stiles of his imminent doom. "Oh shit! Why did you tell him!? He's gonna kill me! This is it, steamer ripped to shred live. From gaming to snuff film!" he rambles. Chunking his headphones and stepping away from his standing desk rushing to the door to lock it. Just in time as he is backing away, there's a thud on the door the door knob wiggles. Silence…
Derek's POV
On the other side, Derek's standing there in silent contemplation on what to do as Stiles has locked himself in, to break down the door or find the spare key. Taping a finger on his leg he goes to find the spare key. "I'll let him sweat for a moment," he whispers to himself. Stalking to the kitchen drawer that holds all the extra house keys. Thanking god for Stiles' ADHD habits of labelling everything he finds it in seconds stalking his way back to Stiles' door. Slowly without making a sound he slips the key in and gets ready to turn it.
Stiles's POV
Stiles' is sweating, and his heart is racing out of control at the deathly silence stretching after the first thud. Derek's menacing demeanour sends shivers down his spine as his shadow looms under the door. "Shit, what is happening guys!? did he leave, oh god I'm too young to go this way! Death by Fright, what shit b-movie am I in now!"
Just as he thinks it's over and that Derek has given up for now, he turns back to his stream. "Well, that was close- *THUD!* goes the door again making him jump and let out girlish MANLY! Scream. Then a loud scratching of blunt nails on the door. He hears growling from behind the door now loud enough that he feels like he should be feeling it vibrate in his bones, but that is unfortunately just his imagination playing mind games with itself, even if he thinks that it's hot as hell.
Derek in a deep menacing tone almost a snarling growl through the door "Little pig, little pig let me in." banging on the door and rattling the Doorknob. "Fine!" he snarls. "Then I'll huff" banging on the door. "And I'll puff!" another bang. "...and I'll blow your door down!"
Derek's POV
On Derek's side, he is banging on the door as if he's trying to break it, after each of the iconic lines he is reciting, which he can't believe he is doing! Stiles is rubbing off on him in more than one way he thinks. At the last line, he turns the key and doorknob, throwing the door open! "Sstilliesss" he drawls with a sneer on his face showing off his already sharper-than-average eye teeth. He stands in the doorway hunched over as if ready to pounce on his prey, the prey in question being Stiles who jumped a foot or two into the air as the door banged open and a hand above his heart in fright with a scream of fright from his lips.
Stiles' POV
"H-hey, D-Derek!" He stutters as he clears his throat trying to brush off his fear and strangely enough some arousal as Derek stalks into the room like the sexy henley-wearing predator he is. How you doin', c-can I help you with anything babe?" Acting as innocent as he can.
Derk just growls at him as he steps into his reach. he throws his hands up in a calm-down gesture, "Wow, wow! Big guy, I was only joking!" Trying to take a step back but Derek takes another menacing step as well and with a lighting-fast strike grabs both of Stiles' wrists pulling him in till their chests are flush against each other, nose to nose he's staring into those blue/green eyes that has had him captivated for years now. Derek in the meantime has pulled his arms behind his back locking them in place with his huge paws, he tries to pull them loose only to be pushed back flush against him. "Chiwawa am I?" he grows at stiles, "No! what! I'd never!" He protests. Derek twitches an eyebrow in that well know Hale speak of 'Yeah I don't believe your bullshit'. "Oh. You mean you didn't tell your stream my bark is worse than my bite, did you?" He needles. Stiles violently shakes his head no. "Are you sure?" Derek teases him. "Let's ask the chat, shall we?" Still locked against Derek he gets pushed with a step from him, forcing him to awkwardly shuffle backwards with Derek keeping their fronts pressed together his arms around Stiles keeping his wrist trapped behind his back until Stiles back is hitting his desk's edge. Derek keeps him in his hold so he can't look back at his chat screen.
Derek's POV
Derek leans over Stiles' shoulder to look at the screen and grins at Stiles' face cam, stiles still trying with all his might to see behind him and get free. He starts talking to Stiles' chat, his voice and breath ghosting over Stiles' ear and the sound of Derek's voice vibrating through their flush chests as he speaks. "So, chat let us have a verdict did he or did he not say that my bite is inadequate?" "I did not say that, don't go putting words in my mouth!" stiles tries to protest the schematics. Derek retaliates to his protests by tilting his head and vigorously starts to rub his ever-present 5 o'clock shadow over Stiles' neck to shut him up making him squawk and try to flail out of his reach without success. "Shut up Stiles. Let's have some silence while the jury makes its verdict." Derek remonstrates him as he waits for the chat to respond and now that they are close to the desk and only their faces and shoulders are showing on Stiles' cam, Derek fucks with him some more and slips a knee between Stiles' legs brushing his thigh up and against stiles crotch, already he can feel stiles getting hard from the manhandling he likes so much but vehemently protest he doesn't.
"mmhhh" Derek hums with his chin resting on Stiles' shoulder reading the chat log. "Looks like chat is ratting you out stiles." he teases. "What!? No way my peeps are loyal I tell you, you're a lying liar who lies!" he states trying to look at his chat but not succeeding trapped in Derek's unyielding hold. While this is true by the look of the chat log and a majority of his viewers are backing him up, where is the fun in that? "Well, that chat doesn't lie stiles." He mocks looking back at Stiles now with an evil grin on his face. "I have a reputation to keep up stiles, I can't have anyone thinking my bite has less worth now, can I?" he needles him. "So, somehow we have to prove that your statement is false, don't we?" Derek asks him in a teasing tone. "How will we do that mmm?" he hums. Stiles is stuttering now incoherently either from trying to talk his way out and failing or from the hard-on Derek is sporting from having Stiles in such a position pressed against his straining jeans. Derek acting oblivious and unconcerned about both their not-so-little problems states in an excited tone, "I know! How about I give you a demonstration!" and laughs evilly. Stiles' eyes go wide realising what he meant by that. "NO, no nononono!" stiles denies trying to get away but Derek's got him pinned. Derek grins wider at his reaction, as fast as he can he ducks down at the exposed skin showing at the collar of his shirt biting down at the juncture at his neck and shoulder. Stiles jumps and yelps and a little involuntary hip thrust into Derek's which he answers with his own as he clamps down hard and holds him there making growls and lightly shaking his head and forcing Stiles to sway with the motion. "What the fuck dude! Get the hell off! I Can't believe I'm living with an animal!" Stiles rants at him trying to let Derek go of his prize. "Say it!" He growls into the flesh clenched between his teeth still holding onto stiles like a wolf with the throat of a struggling prey. Biting down a bit harder as Stiles keeps struggling against him and his gnawing hold. "What no get off you loon!"
During the struggle Stiles gets a hand free to try and pull Derek off by his hair which only makes Derek's dick harder as he clamps down more to hide the little muffled groan of pleasure he lets escape and a hip thrust into Stiles, from what that act has caused and will be coming back. but to also giving Stiles a silent warning. "Say it!" he repeats with a rough tone in his voice. "OK. ok fine! Stiles relents to save them both the embarrassment "Your bite is just as scary and menacing as you bark. You're a big bad scary Wolfie! Now let go Damm it! Get off me!" He protests again giving a last little tug of Derek's hair and giving him another hip thrust as a promise for later.
With a final promise and answering thrust of straining jean-clad hips and a last warning flex of his jaws Derk relents pulling his teeth away from the pale flesh that's now an angry red with two perfect crescents of teeth marks displayed on the creamy freckled scattered skin complete with pronounced impressions of his canines much to his satisfaction and even his bunny teeth much to his irking. But watching as the mark reddens, something stirs within Derek at the idea of leaving a permanent mark, laying claim to what is his, they'll need the revisit that as well once they don't have an audience watching. Trying to break his staring he ducks down and plants a kiss on the bite and with a last growl next to stiles ears so only he can hear it he whispers a possessive "Mine!" then leans back a bit and grins a little bit then blows lightly on the bite mark making stiles jump and shiver from both the growled claim in his ear and the sensation on the sensitive and gnawed skin. Derek laughs at the reaction leans back down quickly and licks a wet stripe over the mark, up that pale neck, over his jaw and cheek, landing a kiss under his eye before stepping out of reach of the attempted swipe from Stiles as he reacts in disgust. "Ghhaa! Why the hell did you do that!? That's so gross, I've got Wolfie slobber all over me now!" He whines. "That's for the Wolfie comments" Derek ripostes, backing away from Stiles and turning around quickly while the back of Stiles is still blocking the view from the rest of Derek and the visible boner threatening to pop his zip open, so he can turn and hide his dilemma. But not before Stiles can get an appreciative eye full and leering at Derek licking those sinful cupid bow lips.
Derek glares at him and turns to stalk out with his sexy murder sturt back out to his own office and abandoned stream. "I'll deal with that later he states over his shoulder to Stiles at the boners they are both sporting but hopefully their viewers think he is implying the Wolfie comments.
Having proven his point, an amused Derek relents having reasserted his reputation before retreating, leaving Stiles flustered and aroused to face his audience as a final act of retaliation.
In the aftermath, both men are left to deal with the consequences of their livestream antics, knowing that their viewers got more than they bargained for. But behind closed doors, there's another game to be played—one only they know the rules to and it seems some new avenues to explore.
Fin for now I think
Hello everyone,
I'm thrilled to share my very first piece of writing with you all. As a newcomer to the world of writing, I hope it resonates with you in some way. Your support and constructive feedback would be appreciated as I embark on this adventure. Thank you for taking the time to read my words!
Warm regards,
ChronoDaimon