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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, Derek_Hale, Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Wet_Dream, Light_Dom/sub, Sexual_Tension, Sexual
      Frustration
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-02 Updated: 2014-02-14 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3067
****** Alpha ******
by AlphaWriter23
Summary
     Set directly after Derek kills Peter and becomes Alpha. With his new
     senses, Derek can't seem to control himself around Stiles. The boy's
     scent calls to him in a way that no other has. When he reveals this
     information to Stiles, it has some interesting side effects on the
     teenager.
Notes
     A/N: I thought of this one night and the idea stuck with me until I
     was forced to write. This takes place immediately after Derek kills
     Peter and becomes the Alpha.
***** Breeder *****
“I’m the Alpha now,” Derek growled before them, his eyes flaring red.
            Stiles wasn’t sure exactly what happened after that. There was
threats made on all three ends, he was sure Jackson was whining in the
background, Scott had locked eyes with him, telling him he was going to be ok,
but Stiles found that hard to believe because the now Alpha Derek had his claws
around Stiles’ throat and was threatening to kill him unless everyone left. He
was completely terrified for lack of a better term.
            “I’ll release him after all of you leave.” Suddenly, Derek’s
elongated fangs were at Stiles’ throat. “If you don’t leave, at least I’ll
finally get to rip out his throat with my teeth.” Stiles was sickened with
himself as he felt a spike of fear and arousal shudder through his body as the
werewolf licked his neck to emphasize his point.
            When everyone was gone, Stiles wasn’t surprised when he felt
himself being dragged into the old Hale house. Knowing it was futile, he still
struggled as hard as he could, feeling his fear growing by the second. “Dude,
you can totally let me go now, trust me. If you kill me, the hunters will be
all over that.” The teens breath was taken from him as he was pushed face first
into a wall. “Shit, I’m going to die.” He let out a gasp as the wolf buried his
nose into his hair.
            “Fuck, you smell so good,” Derek groaned, his hands surprisingly
gentle on the teens hips. “I mean, you smelled good before, but now, it’s
fucking irresistible.”
            “D-derek?” Stiles groaned at the sound of Derek’s wrecked voice. He
almost sounded as if he was in pain.
            Panting, the older man tried to get a grasp on the situation, but
with his new alpha senses, it was so hard to not just mount the teen right now,
regardless of if the boy agreed. “Tell me to stop,” He moaned, resting his head
on Stiles’ shoulder, “It will be easier to control my wolf if I know you don’t
want this to happen.”
            “What…what is happening?” The teen moaned in reply, trying to grind
his hips back into the warm heat behind him.
            “You really want me to explain this to you?” The werewolf snarled,
resisting the urge to bite the back of the boys neck and hold him in place. “My
wolf wants to fuck you, wants you to submit. Your scent, fuck it’s
intoxicating. Being a beta made it hard to ignore, but as an Alpha…its damn
near impossible .”      
            The human whimpered as Derek began to stroke his dick, forcing it
to get hard, “Please,” came Stiles’ whispered voice, “Please don’t hurt me.”
For the first time since all this started, Stiles was really, truly, afraid of
the man behind him, of what he could do. “I’m a virgin, I haven’t even kissed
another person before.”
            There was a roar from the werewolf and Stiles could feel claws
digging into his hips, making him bleed before suddenly, Derek moved from him,
backing up horrified. “Fuck, what…you’re sixteen…” He said more to himself.
Stiles turned fearful eyes to Derek, but the alpha was ashamed. “Leave,” When
Stiles turned and reached for Derek instead, the man roared loud enough to
clear the surrounding forest of its creatures. “Leave Stiles.”
            Stiles did leave then. He ran scrambling and tripping from the
burnt out shell of a house, his metaphorical tail between his legs. He didn’t
stop running until he was home, his chest heaving , sweating covering him from
head to toe.
 
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            The worst part of what happened was that Derek had been acting like
nothing happened. Stiles tried to bring it up around the wolf every time they
were alone, but the alpha purposely ignored him. So when Derek was paralyzed
and Stiles had to hold him afloat in the water, the teen knew it was his only
chance to force the man to talk.
            “You never apologized you know.” He started, though he didn’t dare
take his eyes off the scaled creature stalking them.
            Derek sighed, “Are we really gonna do this now?” He panted, his
body froze still.
            “I mean, you won’t talk to me any other time, so yeah, while I’ve
saving your life, we are gonna do this.”
            “I got my wolf under control.” Derek smoke slowly, trying to find
his words. “It won’t happen again.”
            Stiles huffed and shifted Derek in his arms, “Why did it happen?”
            The werewolf was quite for a long time and for a second, the teen
thought he wasn’t going to answer, that is until his reply came out softly,
“You’re a Breeder.”
            Stiles furrowed his brow. He had read a lot on werewolves, but he
wasn’t familiar with the term. “Ok, let’s pretend I don’t know what that means
here. Explain it to me, please, cause I’d really like to know.”
            A sigh came from Derek. “A Breeder is a human who can mate with an
alpha and reproduce werewolf children. Their scent will be sweet to a beta. It
will call to them in an unnatural way. For an alpha it is different. For an
alpha, a Breeder is something special. Everything about Breeders is
irresistible to the inner wolf. All that power inside me, my wolf being as
strong as it was at that moment with your scent so close to me, I lost myself.”
He paused, trying to growl, but his chest was still paralyzed, “Trust me, that
won’t happen again.”
            Stiles took offense to that really. “What’s so wrong with me?” The
words came out of his mouth before he thought about them, and he found himself
blushing. “I mean, not that I want to make babies with you. I’m just saying I
think I’m a catch.”
            “A catch?” Derek snorted, “Don’t make me rip your throat out  –  ”
            “With your teeth, yeah, yeah. Don’t forget I’m the one saving your
ass right now.”
 
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            Stiles moaned as Derek’s hot mouth descended around his hardened
dick. His fingers found the man’s hair and he thrust eagerly into the wolf’s
fanged heat, his legs going weak at the sensation. He looked down to admire the
way the other male looked with a dick in his mouth, the view positively
intoxication before –
            Stiles woke with a start, spring up in his bed. He was panting
hard, sweat on his brow, and he was painfully aware of how hard he was. He laid
down, still panting, and tried to will it to go down, to no avail. He reached a
hand down and wrapped long fingers around himself; it only took three jerks for
him to reach his peak, giving a muffled cry into the crook of his free arm. He
vowed tom himself to never think about the incident again and fell back to
sleep slowly.
            Derek’s large member was slowly entering Stiles’ tight hole, making
the youth groan long and low at the sensation. “Fuck me hard!” He cried,
wrapping his arms around his lover. He was delighted when Derek did as he
asked, thrusting hard into his body, hitting his prostate with ease and making
him see brilliant stars.
            This time when he awoke, he stayed down, huffing in aggravation.
This was not ok. His prick was hard again, throbbing underneath the blankets.
He stared up at the ceiling for a good half an hour before his resolve finally
faded and grabbed his dick, stroking it quickly. Once again, he found his
release after only a few strokes. This time, however, he took a shower to clean
the cum from his body. He needed to stop this, his brain needed to stop
thinking about Derek freaking Hale.
            Stiles was on his knees this time, being pounded from behind rough
and fast by Derek. Both were moaning, whispering hot words to each other in the
heat of their passion –
            “Dammit!” Stiles roared as he awoke. This time, he would NOT stroke
himself and he would NOT go back to sleep. Instead, he went to his computer and
did the only thing he could think of at the moment: study up on werewolves. Hit
top priority was to find out what exactly a Breeder was.
            Stiles was spaced out at school the next day. He had stayed up half
the night to avoid his stupid minds subconscious dreams about the Alpha wolf.
Scott was giving him a sideways glance, but he chose to ignore it, instead he
tried to focus on the sound of the teachers voice, not realizing that the dull
monotone was putting him to sleep.
            Derek had him up against a wall this time, thrusting slowly into
his body, drawing out their pleasure. His mouth was hot against Stiles as the
wolf mapped out the cavern that was his mouth. Clawed hands gripped the teens
hips, pulling his hips down to create as much delicious friction as possible.
Stiles cried out as Derek suddenly gripped his leaking member, stroking it
painfully slow –
            “Stilinski!”
            Stiles fell out of his desk and onto the floor in a jumbled heap,
stumbling over words as he tried to righten himself. A blush came over him as
Scott gave him a very odd look, shriveling his nose. “What?” He hissed out,
opening his text book, not daring to look to see if anyone had seen his boner.
The entire period he tried to get his raging hard-on to go down but it was no
use. He had to wait for everyone to leave the room before he was even willing
to stand up from his desk. He needed to solve this problem now.
 
***** Chpater 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     A/N: Thanks for the review! This story will get dirtier as I go, but
     I already posted some one-shots so I want to do a chapter story now.
     This will probably be four chapters with an epilogue at the end.
     Also, I promise to work on Paradigm Shift as soon as possible. I have
     two kids, so my husband doesn’t want me to write all day >.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Derek paced back and forth in the dingy train station. He couldn’t get the
scent of Stiles out of his lungs. It was slowly driving him mad. It took all of
his will power to not go and claim the teen. When he had told Stiles that he
had gotten his wolf under control, he wasn’t being honest; it was a constant
struggle within himself.
            It was hard. Stiles was literally the answer to his prayers. He
needed to build a pack, to have a family again. It was true that Stiles was a
human, but the teen openly accepted werewolves, and was far less ignorant then
other humans. Derek was actually half tempted to offer him The Bite, but he
knew Breeders weren’t good Bite candidates.
            He could feel his shift over taking him. If he tried to fight it,
the pain would be unimaginable, but if he didn’t fight it, he could do
something he regretted. In the end, it was a losing battle. The shift overtook
his mind, forcing him to change; the wolf was now in control. Derek did the one
thing he could think of in that moment: he ran.
            When he awoke the next day, there was a dead deer next to him and
he was covered in blood. His only condolence was the fact that he apparently
did not rip apart the teen he so desperately wanted. After he bathed in a
nearby river and changed his clothing, he headed to Stiles’ house, tired of
fighting. He knew the other male was still in school; Derek just wanted to
smell his scent for a little while, and promised himself he would be gone
before Stiles ever got home.
            It was exactly what he needed right now. He laid in the teens bed,
deeply inhaling the scent. It was like dying roses and honey suckles with a
dose of cinnamon and sweet icing. He rubbed his nose into the boy’s pillow,
quickly getting drunk from the smell of Stiles. He was so distracted by the
smell that he didn’t realize when he had started to hump the boys mattress.
Unfortunately, Derek fell asleep and lost track of time.
            “What the actual Hell Derek?”
            Derek’s eyes snapped open, blazing red as he literally jumped from
the bed. “This isn’t what it looks like,” He snarled before jumping out the
window and running down the street. His cheeks matched  his eyes, embarrassed
at behind caught.
            Stiles stood, his mouth hanging open and staring at his bed. He
shouldn’t have freaked really; maybe the wolf just needed a place to stay.
Guilt hit the teen then. He was the one having the crazy sex dreams, even after
Derek had said that he didn’t want Stiles. He was just exhausted really, not
having slept in the past week.
            “I don’t get it, really.”
            Stiles jumped and saw a blonde haired girl sitting in his window
cell. “And who are you?” He asked, praying he wasn’t about to die.
            She rolled her eyes. “Erica. Erica Reyes. I go to school with you.”
            To that, the teen boy raised a brow, “Ok, you had a makeover and
are, like, gorgeous now. Doesn’t explain why you’re in my room.”
            She swung her legs over the ledge and entered the room, stalking
close to Stiles. She forced him against his door and buried her nose into his
neck, inhaling deeply. “I don’t get why Derek is so strung up on you. But maybe
I can’t smell it because I’m a female, so I don’t need a Breeder.”
            “Pause everything. You know Derek? As in Derek Hale?” Stiles was
gonna have a panic attack, he just knew it.
            Erica rolled her eyes once more, moving towards the window sill to
leave, “Calm down. Derek is a good guy. But you are killing him.” She said
cryptically before she disappeared.
 
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            Derek had stiles bent over a table, thrusting into his tight
asshole, making the boy moan the filthiest noises the werewolf had ever heard.
The wolf watched as his dick entered the younger boy swiftly, pounding into him
and hitting his prostate. In the throes of passion, he bit the teens neck,
laving at the delicious life elixir that flowed freely from the younger male –
            Derek awoke in a sweat, eyes blazing and hormones raging. Against
his will, he picked up his phone and dialed Stiles’ number.
            “This better be one of those ‘I have to cut off your arm or you are
gonna die’ things.” Came the greeting after only half a ring.
            Derek couldn’t think of how to reply. “No…” He paused, searching
for world, “My wolf…”
            He could hear Stiles rolling his eyes, “Let me guess, it’s not
under control.”
            The wolf sighed, wiping sweat from his brow. “I wanna fuck you,
Stiles. It’s hard to control.” Rolling over in bed, he tried to ignore his
aching hard on.
            There was a long pause, and for a second, Derek was afraid the boy
had hung up on him, until: “Fuck Derek I’m so hard. Tell me what you want. Tell
me what I’m supposed to do.”
            Derek gripped his dick hard in his hand, “Do what you do best
Stiles, just fucking talk.” The wolf’s voice was a low snarl, his mind dizzy
with the delicious friction he was creating in his own hand.
            “I want you to bed me over any and every surface in my house. I
want to feel your dick in my gut, filling me up.” There was a pause and Derek
could hear the sounds of Stiles rubbing his own dick. “I want to have marks and
bruises all over my body when you are done with me. God, I want your knot
inside me, stretching me. I bet your dick is like super huge. Fuck, I can’t…”
            Derek was quickly coming to his climax. “I want you to suck my
cock. I want to feel those pretty little lips wrapped around it as I fuck your
face.”
            Stiles gave a muffled cry on the other line, obviously having
reached his orgasm and Derek followed soon after, holing in a roar. “Come over
here right now Derek. My dad’s working all night. I need you. I need to feel
you.”
            It was all the convincing the wolf needed; he was out his window in
an instant, his eyes red and his body changed into his beta wolf form. He
followed his nose to the boys house and leap through the window in an instant,
glad the boy had left it open for him. He almost cam again at the sight before
him; Stiles was on his bed, legs spread wide and two fingers inside himself.
His body glistened with sweat in the moonlight, giving him an unearthly glow.
            His eyes half lidded, Stiles looked at him and through his head
back in a moan, “Please, now, just put it in already.”
            Derek climbed on top of the boy, panting. “Fuck Stiles, are you
sure?”
            “Can’t wait for you any longer, please, I need you.”
 
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            Stiles found Isaac pacing back and forth in the abandoned train
station, ruffling his hair. “This had better be important.” The teen grumbled.
He was still in his pajama’s, having been woken up by a phone call from the
wolf, saying Derek was in trouble.
            Isaac nodded, mumbling under his breath. After a moment of chewing
on his lip, he tilted his head to the train Derek slept in. “He’s in there.
It’s been three days since he’s been awake…I don’t know what to do. He keeps
saying your name though.”
            The teen entered the train slowly, his heart pounded. Quickly, he
found the alpha wolf laying in a pile of blankets on the floor. His hair was
slicked with sweat and there were deep black bags under his eyes, even though
he had been asleep for so long. “Derek?” Stiles whispered, reaching out to
touch the wolf. “Are you alright?” The moment his hand touched Derek, the older
man calmed down, sighing in relief, though he did not wake. “Jesus Derek, what
happened?”
            “Smell good,” Derek mumbled in his sleep, reaching for the teen,
“So good,”
            “That’s right Derek, I’m right here. Just wake up buddy.” But
Stiles’ plea was not answered. The man did not wake, though his fever did seem
to break a bit. “Isaac, come here!”
            Isaac was there in a second, concern written over his face. “What’s
wrong with him? What do we do?”
            Stiles shook his head with his brow furrowed, “We need to take him
to Deaton. I think he’ll know what to do, but I’m not sure. That guy really
isn’t forth coming with his werewolf knowledge.”
Chapter End Notes
     A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I’m currently in the process of moving
     and enrolling my child into early head start so things are a bit
     crazy here. I promise I’m not gonna forget about my fans though!
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