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Subtle Subterfuge	By : sterekismyotp Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4592 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Derek hovered over Stiles while they walked into his loft. Concern and guilt were etched on Derek's face and painfully radiating through his chest. If he hadn’t been such an idiot and explained himself better, Stiles never would have been in that bar. He was trying to be brave for Stiles, but inside he was quaking. What if the bite didn’t take? He couldn’t lose someone else he loved, and by now, even he couldn't fool himself, he knew he was head over heels in love with Stiles.
“You don’t need to hover over me, Derek. I’m fine,” Stiles said tiredly, his shoulders slouching.
Derek turned Stiles to face him so he could look into his eyes. “Stiles, you were just bitten. We don’t even know if the bite is going to take yet. You might die. I’m kind of running on instinct right now. My wolf needs to touch you, to know you're still here and safe. I can’t lose someone else I care about, not like this.”
Stiles took a deep sigh, pulling Derek into a tight hug as if he was the one who needed comforting. Derek stood stiffly for a moment before letting his body relax into the hug, wrapping his arms around Stiles' shoulders.
“We don’t know I’m going to die yet. Tomorrow I might be a werewolf, like you, and finally get to be part of your pack.”
“You’ve always been part of my pack, Stiles,” Derek sighed, his hand rubbing Stiles back gently.
“You know what I mean. I’ll be able to join in all of the pack games and training. It might be fun.”
Derek could hear the tremor in his voice while Stiles tried to keep a brave face on for him. It made him hate the fact that he was going to have to say what came next.
“Stiles, the alpha that bit you...” Derek paused, taking a deep breath, his cheek nuzzling against Stiles. “It doesn’t smell like a wolf, and I’ve never seen an alpha that had pheromones. I have no idea what to expect if you shift, and it scares the shit out of me.”
Stiles stiffened, pulling himself away to look up at Derek. “What do you mean it didn’t smell like wolf? What was it then? A coyote?”
Derek paused for a moment reluctant to tell Stiles before sighing deeply. “It smells of cat, but I'm not sure what kind. I’ve never met a cat shifter before. They're rare and not much information is known about them.”
Stiles mouth fell open in horror “A werecat, Derek? I don’t want to be a cat. I didn’t even want to be a wolf, but at least if I was a wolf it meant I could have been part of your pack. This is so wrong on so many levels. If anyone should have bitten me, it should have been you.”
Stiles whimpered and Derek pulled him close again, his hands grasping Stiles' shoulders firmly. “Hey, look at me Stiles. No matter what you become. You will always be pack. I won’t let that alpha take you okay? We will figure this out together.”
Stiles sniffed away the tears that hadn’t managed to escape, and nodded tightly. “Do you promise, Derek?”
Derek nodded before he pulled him once again into a hug, his hands rubbing up and down Stiles' back while he dipped down to nuzzle Stiles' neck. “I promise, Stiles. You're part of my pack, and will always be pack.”
It showed how frayed Derek’s control was when he realized what he was doing. His wolf was incensed that Stiles reeked of another male and he wanted to erase that scent with his own.
He finally pulled himself away, tugging Stiles towards the kitchen and then scowled in frustration. “You stink of that Alpha. Go shower. I’ll get you a change of clothes.” Derek kicked himself at putting his foot in his mouth again, but it was probably for the best. Those pants and shirt were driving him to distraction. It should be illegal for Stiles to be allowed to wear clothes that tight. The majority, okay everything, that Derek wanted to do with Stiles would be deemed illegal. Especially since Stiles was underage. He had already been given the “I have a gun and know how to use it” speech from the sheriff once tonight after Stiles had run off.
Stiles flinched and then nodded, unusually quiet. He turned toward the stairs to Derek’s bedroom and the on suite bathroom with the only working shower.
Derek sighed and grasped Stiles' uninjured shoulder squeezing it gently. “A shower will help you relax, you’ll feel better. “
Stiles eyes lifted to Derek’s and it took everything he had to let go of Stiles' shoulder with a gentle pat and not grab him and pull him in for a kiss.
Derek turned his back to Stiles. “Leave your clothes at the door and I’ll throw them in the laundry room.”
“Thanks,” Stiles was halfway up the stairs before muttering his thanks.
Derek felt fingers of dread crawling down his spine. He hated when Stiles was quiet. It wasn’t natural. He wanted his laughing, snarky, witty Stiles back.
He waited until he heard Stiles slip into the shower before making his way up the stairs himself, grabbing the offensive unknown alphas stench filled clothing from the floor, then making his way downstairs again, throwing the clothing in the corner of the laundry room with a distasteful sneer. He then made his way back to his bedroom, picking out a pair of sweat pants and a Henley that he had worn yesterday that was still clean, but filled with his scent. Derek couldn’t help the smug smirk that came to his face at the thought of Stiles wearing his scent like a second skin.
He made his way back downstairs to the kitchen to take a few things out to prepare a late night supper for Stiles. He didn’t have much stocked, and would need to take a trip to the store again soon, but he knew he had enough to make something he knew might help Stiles feel better.
Derek knew that Stiles' comfort food was tomato soup and grilled cheese. His mother used to make it for him when he was sick. Stiles had admitted it to him a few months back when he had gotten hurt and Derek had shown up to take care of him while Stiles' father was working.
Derek opened up a can of tomato soup, adding equal parts water to it, and then placing it on the stove top to simmer gently, stirring it every so often. While waiting for the soup to heat, he moved to putting together and cooking the grilled cheese. It wasn’t fancy food, but he knew Stiles would appreciate the gesture.
Once the grilled cheese was warmed, he set them on the counter and covered the soup to keep it warm. He took his time setting the table so it would be ready when Stiles came out of the shower.
When he was finally done, Derek sat down and checked his text messages. He replied to Scott, who had given him an update on Julia, letting him know she was still safe and there had been no sign of the alpha.
He finally checked the time and realized that Stiles had been in the shower for half an hour.
Derek involuntarily focused on the sound of Stiles' heartbeat in the shower and frowned at the rapid staccato. Worried, He made his way upstairs through is bedroom, then to the bathroom door. His hand was slowly reaching for the doorknob, when a second noise finally filtered through. A broken moan followed by a whimper.
He heard Stiles wet palm hit against the porcelain when he reached it for support and could hear the glide of his other palm stroking against skin, a gentle gasp at the upstroke, a strangled groan on the down stroke.
He let go of the doorknob as if it burned forcefully, taking a step back, then another. His mouth was open in shock, even as he felt his cock harden violently. Stiles was masturbating in his shower! Derek wheezed out a whimper before turning around and running out of the room like hells hounds were nipping at his heels. He closed the bedroom door behind him as if it would help him to block to sound that had etched itself forever into his brain.
Derek banged his head against the closed door while he took in a gulp of air, trying to get his body back under control when all he wanted to do was stalk back in there, break down the door, and shove Stiles against the porcelain tiles and thrust his tongue down the teens throat. He wanted to pin his arms back while he shoved him down to his knees to suck on his cock. He groaned rubbing his hand over his face. He was so totally fucked, and not in a good way. No matter how hard he tried to get his body to listen, it wasn’t having any of it. He tried to think of anything, hell even trying to visualize Kate wasn’t working, and that always did the trick.
“Derek? I think something’s wrong!” he heard Stiles whimper through the door, the smell of panic managing to waft through the smell of arousal that had been slowly creeping through.
Derek had been concentrating so hard on trying to remain in control, that he had somehow missed the water turning off. That didn’t bode well for his self-control. He opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, his eyes falling onto Stiles and Derek froze in his tracks.
Stiles was at the entrance of the bathroom shirtless, only wearing his sweatpants that were obviously too big and precariously perched on his hips, obviously not wearing anything underneath since Derek hadn’t given him anything.
“Big mistake…very big mistake,” Derek thought swallowing tightly, his Adams apple bobbing.
Stiles' eyes were glazed, his mouth open slightly, panting. He was flushed red from his head to his chest .
Derek momentarily became distracted with water droplets dripping across Stiles' chest and abs. The dusting of a treasure trail peeking from the sweats that made him desperately want to fall to his knees and shove his nose into it.
Stiles started to walk toward him, a tremor starting across his skin, slowly panting, making Derek’s focus shift to his plump lips where Stiles' tongue slowly peaked out to lick them.
“Stiles?” Derek brokenly asked, panicking while Stiles moved into his space.
Stiles' hands slid up his chest before he glued his body to Derek’s, squirming to get closer with a moan. “My whole body is burning up Derek. I fucking came four times, and I’m still hard,” Stiles whimpered brokenly before sliding his hands under Derek’s Henley, pulling it up to dig his fingers into his chest. “This isn’t normal. I’m a fucking virgin, I shouldn’t be this hot. Scott never went through this with a bite, at least he didn’t tell me about it if it did. It’s like my skin is crawling with need. Please, Derek. I need you to touch me. Make it go away!”
Derek stared at the tears forming at the corner of Stiles' eyes while he begged, and felt his resolve crack. This was a bad idea for so many reasons. He had no idea what was happening with Stiles. This wasn’t normal. No one bitten by a werewolf became lust crazed. He could smell the pain mixed with the drugging smell of Stiles' lust. The fear had eased once Stiles had put his hands on Derek, and Stiles in pain sent his wolf clamoring to ease his pain while the lust urged him to claim what was his.
Derek gently but forcefully unwrapped Stiles from him, pulling him away. “I can’t, Stiles. This isn’t normal for you, and we don’t know what could happen if we do this.”
“Please Derek, it hurts. It’s like my balls are burning, and its radiating up my back and abdomen like fire and no matter how many times I come, it won’t ease. I can barely breathe. My whole body is hot, my dick is so hard and oversensitive even these sweats are too much. Hell, even my nipples are sensitive, Derek. I need you to touch me please. I want your tongue in my mouth, I want your fingers in my ass, and I want you to rub your body all over mine. I want to feel your teeth on the back of my neck while you fuck me from behind. Please Derek,” he panted, brokenly begging, his eyes slowly glazing over.
Derek could smell the pain wafting and mixing with the smell of Stiles' lust, and it had him on edge, his wolf desperately wanting to soothe Stiles. He gently pulled Stiles closer. “Are you sure Stiles? You might regret this tomorrow.”
Stiles just kept on a mantra of “Please Derek, please,” while he desperately tried to move his body closer to Derek’s.
What was meant to be a light soothing kiss quickly turned hot and heavy when Stiles literally tried to climb him like a tree, his thighs wrapping tightly against Derek’s hips while his arms wormed their way around his neck, one hand locking itself in his hair causing Derek to let out a low primal growl. His hands grasped Stiles' ass before Derek turned him and shoved him against the wall, his tongue sliding into Stiles' mouth.
Stiles grabbed roughly at Derek’s hair with both hands this time, pulling his face closer.
Derek’s hands slid to grasp Stiles' hips, aligning them together and thrusting his hips in a grind that had his eyes crossing and Stiles moaning brokenly against his mouth.
This was wrong, on so many levels. Stiles was obviously under some kind of influence and he was taking advantage of him.
Derek was slowly losing the fight with his inner monologue with the feel of his cloth covered cock sliding against Stiles'. How many times had he fantasized about just this, scared that Stiles would run the other direction when he found out about Derek’s need to dominate, to demand complete submission from his partner? He was just a teenager. He couldn’t possibly handle what Derek would demand of him.
Derek forcefully untangled Stiles from him, shoving his hands against the wall while he moved his mouth from Stiles' lips to his throat, sucking and nipping until he reached the bite that the alpha had left on Stiles' shoulder.
He let out a growl at the sight, blind rage enveloping him that someone would have dared mark what was his. The urge to bite Stiles and leave a mark of his own was almost impossible to ignore.
He blamed that rage for not noticing that someone had crept up on them, not the haze of lust he had just been enveloped in.
“Well this is an interesting turn of events.” Peter’s smug mocking voice next to him had Derek shoving Stiles behind him before crouching and letting out an enraged roar.
“Easy there, Derek” Peter soothed, his hands palm up, neck bared, showing submission and respect to Derek's wolf.
Derek lifted himself up to full height, still leaving himself as a shield between Stiles and Peter, scowling. “What are you doing here, Peter?”
“Well, I was coming over to tell you that I had caught the scent of an Alpha in your territory, but judging from this shirt I found in the laundry room, that bite mark on Stiles' shoulder, and the way he’s rubbing up against you like a cat in heat, I’m assuming you already know.” Peter smirked, brandishing the offending shirt in his hand like a prize.
Derek Scowled at Peter. “What’s wrong with him? I’ve never seen anyone react like this to a bite before.”
Stiles was plastered against his back wrapping his arms around him and whimpering quietly in need, seemingly oblivious of the entrance of Peter.
“That’s because the Alpha wasn’t a werewolf. He was a werecat, and judging from the smell, a Snow Leopard.”
“And how is being bitten by a werecat different than a werewolf?” Derek growled, frustrated that his uncle wouldn’t just give him the information outright instead of taking his time in sadistic pleasure.
The grin that blossomed onto Peter's face sent shivers down Derek’s spine. “You see, unlike werewolves who live in packs, werecats live in harems. In order for a new werecat to join an alpha, they need to mate with him or her. If they don’t, they become omegas, consistently going into heat cycles until they either die or find an alpha to take them in. Also, the fact that alpha werecats have extremely potent pheromones, make it practically impossible for a lower ranked werecat to deny them.”
Derek roared with rage, actually causing Peter to Flinch. “Like hell I’m letting him have Stiles!”
Peter beamed. “Well, here’s a little bit of information that might help. It doesn’t have to be a werecat alpha. So long as a werecat is claimed by any alpha, they integrate into the group. I’ve seen two wolf packs that have had a werecat as part of the pack.”
Derek stared at his Uncle suspiciously. He was giving him information too easily. Peter always wanted something in return for information, and never ran to him to be helpful. “Why are you being so helpful?”
“Oh, come on Derek. I once offered to bite him. I think he’ll make a much better were than you and Scott combined. So if you want him for pack, you know what to do.” Peter sighed, then paused lightly before grinning. “And if you don’t want him, I have no issues deflowering him. It won’t make him pack, but he’ll be able to talk again, at least until the next phase of heat hits.”
“GET OUT!” Derek roared, grabbing Peter by the throat and throwing him out of his bedroom, cracking the stone wall on the other side of the loft.
Peter coughed, lifting himself up and weakly chuckling “Have fun deflowering the Sheriff's kid, Derek. You should know the Argents recently gifted him with wolfbane bullets,” Peter stated before leaving the loft without a backward glance.
Derek stood stiffly in the doorway for a moment before turning towards Stiles, who was slowly making his way toward him, those little noises reverberating from his throat louder now, more desperate.
When Stiles reached him, Derek gently cupped his jaw with both of his hands and stared into his eyes. “Stiles can you hear me? Do you understand what I need to do?” he asked, trying to reach out to Stiles, desperately wanting an answer.
Pain radiated through Derek’s chest when Stiles eyes remained glazed and unfocused. This was not how he had imagined his first time with Stiles. He had imagined being romantic, giving him the first time everyone deserves. Soft slow and gentle. The kind that he would remember forever. This was exactly why he had been denying his attraction to Stiles. Everyone he loved got hurt. This felt wrong on so many levels.
Stiles seemed to calm and he wrapped his arms around Derek, the whimpers quieting to a less audible level. Derek slid his hands down his back while he dipped his head in for another kiss, pushing Stiles backward, toward his bed.
Derek groaned at the sweet, hot, spicy taste that was all Stiles when his tongue tangled with Stiles' in a wet thrusting motion he desperately wanted to mimic with his lower body.
His hands trailed down Stiles' back to glide under his sweatpants to grab his ass. The pants dropped, pooling to the floor while he felt Stiles' hands grasp his neck tightly
When the back of Stiles' legs finally hit Derek’s bed, he jerked back in surprise, flailing when he fell back, landing with a bounce which allowed Derek a good look at Stiles' body which was deliciously splayed out. The moonlight gave Stiles' skin a mesmerizing golden glow. Derek wished he could take his time and lick and bite every inch of perfection that was Stiles' body. Lacrosse, and the pack training he always demanded Stiles' participate in, had really started sculpting his body. Where Derek was bulky muscles, Stiles was lean with compact muscles, ironically enough, like a cat. Derek was almost thankful that Stiles' lack of self-confidence had caused him to hide that mouthwatering package under bulky t-shirts and plaid flannel, or his self-restraint would have run out long before now.
Derek tried not to stare at Stiles' cock, but couldn’t help but be mesmerized at the sight. He had been right. Stiles was so hard that the head was red and swollen. It looked painful with the precome oozing from the tip.
Derek's mouth watered at the thought of swiping the tip with his tongue and finally getting the taste of Stiles in his mouth. He felt starved for it.
The shaft was a beautiful sight, resting curved against Stiles' lower abdomen. Derek had a feeling that if anyone knew what the teen was packing under those pants, that he would have had trouble keeping the girls away.
Stiles took that time to roll himself around on the bed like a cat in heat. His back muscles arched when he rolled against the sheets before turning around and stuffing his nose into them with small moans in the back of his throat, as if the scent of the sheets, the scent of Derek, was the sexiest thing Stiles had ever smelled.
Derek felt his dick throbbing between his legs harshly, and he quickly striped the shirt off of his own body, but kept his jeans on as a barrier to keep his control. He planned to get some of the edge off for Stiles, hoping that it might bring him back enough to talk to him about what he was going to do.
Derek grabbed the edge of the sheet and ripped a long strip, and then three more, before moving Stiles higher up on the bed before straddling his waist. Derek got to work, tying Stiles by his wrists quickly to the bed frame. He made sure the strips were not too tight, but snug enough to hold. He then moved and tied Stiles' ankles down as well so that Stiles was spread out like a starfish when he was finished. Derek wanted to be gentle with him, not lose control immediately, because Stiles wouldn't stay still, he knew that much.
Derek moved off the bed to take another look at his handiwork, and felt his cock twitch in his jeans at the sight of Stiles splayed open for him and at his mercy. He mulled over maybe buying some permanent restraints for the bed, but brushed the thought away, sadly knowing that this arrangement would likely never be permanent, especially after what he was going to be doing tonight. He didn’t think Stiles would ever forgive him.
Stiles whimpered, his arms testing the restraints while Derek moved to the side table to pull the door open and grab the tube of lubricant before once again making his way to the end of the bed. Derek tossed the tube next to Stiles' hip before placing his knee on the bed between Stile' spread legs, leaning in to breathe in the heady scent of Stiles' precome pooling on his abdomen.
Shoulders flexing, he dove in to capture it with his tongue. The salty bitterness made him groan in pleasure. He definitely needed more of that taste in his mouth. His hand gently grasped Stiles' balls, massaging them gently while he dipped his head and swiped his tongue along Stiles' dick from base to tip before he took the whole thing into his mouth. A broken wail came from Stiles' mouth while he desperately pulled at his restraints.
Derek groaned against Stiles' cock as the taste and smell surrounded and overwhelmed his senses. This was exactly why he had tied Stiles up and kept his jeans on even though the zipper was now digging painfully against his erection.
Stiles managed to make small thrusting movements against Derek's mouth in desperation. He wasn't getting enough leverage with his tethers, which encouraged Derek to suck harder, his hand reaching for the lube and pouring some onto his fingers. He moved a finger against Stiles in a manner that was far too gentle to mimic what he was doing with his mouth.
When Derek slid a finger inside without too much resistance, it made him wonder if Stiles played with his ass when he was alone at night, wondered if he thought of him when he came.
A low pleased growl erupted from his throat at the thought, which made Stiles jerk and moan loudly, bringing Derek’s attention up to Stiles' flushed face.
Stiles wasn’t speaking, but his eyes, although glazed, were fixed on Derek when he popped Stiles' cock out of his mouth.
Derek's hand wrapped firmly around Stiles' cock and starting to slowly and steadily stroke it while he dipped his head down to suck one of Stiles' testicles into his mouth which elicited a whimper from Stiles' mouth before he moved onto the other one.
Derek kept his eyes locked with Stiles while he sucked both nuts into his mouth, his hand grasping Stiles tightly as he stroked, curving his finger in Stiles just right angle to brush up against his prostate to get Stiles to wail loudly and his hips to jerk erratically, his lungs laboring for breath.
Derek knew Stiles wasn’t going to last long. He felt the telltale jerk of Stiles' spine, and let go of Stiles' balls to take his cock back into his mouth. He was torn between wanting Stiles' cum on his skin so he could soak in Stiles' scent and for a full on taste of Stiles that the precome hadn’t been able to fulfill. His urge to taste won out and with one final stroke of his finger, sucking strongly on Stiles' cock.
Stiles cried out, emptying himself in Derek’s mouth with loud guttural cries.
Derek pulled back when Stiles had finished, and closed his eyes, letting the bitter-musk taste of Stiles' cum coat his mouth and throat. With a slow swallow, Derek relished the taste with a deep groan of satisfaction. He wanted to memorize the taste, burn it into his brain for the lonely nights when Stiles was no longer in his bed.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Stiles panted.
Derek’s eyes sprung open with a jolt, staring up at very flushed and much more lucid Stiles.
When Derek just stared, his mouth open in shock, Stiles blushed lightly. “Come on, Derek. I just saw you savor my cum as if it was a bottle of extremely expensive vintage wine. You can’t say that wasn’t hot to watch.”
Relief flooded through Derek and he crawled over Stiles so he could lie beside him. “Are you back to normal? How do you feel?”
Stiles frowned slightly, flexing his arms and assessing his body. “Other than being tied up, I feel better than I did before, but it feels like it’s just a temporary lull. My skin is still tingling like it did back in the car, before it surged over me in the shower. I don’t know how long it will last.”
Derek swallowed tightly. “Did you hear anything that Peter said?”
Stiles frowned while he tried to remember. “I remember snippets of it. I remember enough to know that the only way for this to go away, and for me to be pack, is for an alpha to claim me,” Stiles finished, his eyes connecting with Derek’s. “I’m okay with that if it’s you, Derek. I trust you, and if I can’t be in your pack, I will stay an omega, even if it kills me.”
Derek closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against Stiles, taking a deep breath. He willed himself into control at Stiles passionate words. “I always imagined being your first, even if I didn’t always want to admit it, but not like this. I would have made it romantic Stiles, special. I would have taken you to dinner someplace nice, like maybe that new restaurant that opened that has hard to get reservations where we would both have to wear ties and dress up. You would be all fidgety and spastic, like you usually get when you're nervous, wondering what forks to use, and I'd huff and act frustrated, even though I really wasn’t, just because I know it would set you at ease, and I like taking care of you. After, I’d take you out to a movie and let you pick. Knowing you, you would either pick a sci fi movie or one of the new Disney movies that just came out, and even though we just ate, you'd buy the biggest tub of popcorn they had while moaning about how the restaurant portions were tiny for all that money. I'd complain about the movie choice, but it really wouldn’t matter. I'd just hold your hand and pretend to watch the movie when really all I'd be doing is watching you from the corner of my eye while you ate your popcorn and laughed and watched the movie. I would have made it nice and special. You would have razzed me about the cheesy stereotypical date on the drive back, but I know you would have been secretly pleased. Then I would have brought you home, lit some candles, put some soft music on and taken my time with you. I would have started with a kiss and moved on from there. I would have made sure you always remembered it. That’s how your first time is supposed to be. Special. I never imagined that this would be how I would take your virginity. Not like this,” he whispered brokenly.
“Hey, look at me Derek.” Stiles waited until Derek lifted his head to stare at him. “I’m ok with this, because it’s you. I trust you, and I always wanted my first time to be with you. I never imagined it would turn out like this either, but we take the cards that we are dealt. I would never trust anyone else to do this, Derek. When this is all done, you are damn well going to take me on that date, take your time with me, and do everything you would have for my first time. No take backs,” he finished fiercely.
Derek's adams apple bobbed while he swallowed back the lump that had risen to his throat, before he nodded.
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