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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Stalker_Derek_Hale, Knotting, Mentions_of_Breeding, Masturbation, Anal
      Play, Biting, Marking
  Series:
      Part 2 of Lick
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-31 Words: 1502
****** Bite ******
by AlphaWriter23
Summary
     Derek has been stalking Stiles after the events in 'Lick'. Once
     night, he finds the teen in a compromising position and sex ensues.
Notes
     A/N: I got such a great response that I’m writing this only two hours
     after posting “Lick”. I’d like to apologize to MoonPrisoner, but I
     don’t really do mpreg. If you want, I’ll write you specifically a
     mpreg story.
     So I told my husband he was the Derek to my Stiles and he didn’t
     understand what I meant. 
See the end of the work for more notes
Derek had a taste of Stiles, and he found he couldn’t stop repeating the events
of that night in his mind. The taste of the boys blood, the scent of his
arousal and fear intermixing in the wolf’s nose, it was too much for him to
stand. His resolve was fading fast, he couldn’t stay away from the pale youth
and he knew he was doomed when he found himself stalking the boy.
            It started innocently enough, just stopping by Stiles’ house at
night and making sure the boy’s heart was beating strong. He would sit outside
that window and listen to the thump, thump through the walls. The scent of
Stiles was strong, even though the plaster and drywall, and Derek would get
drunk inhaling it. Then, one night, it changed.
            Stiles was not sleeping on that night. He was sitting at his
computer, the screen blocked from Derek’s view, but the wolf could hear moans
and groans of a couple having sex. The teens hard dick was exposed for Derek to
see, and the wolf licked his lips as he watched Stiles stroke himself to
completion. At first, the teen only did this once or twice a week, but then it
turned into him doing it repeatedly every night, crying out Derek’s name as the
alpha resisted the urge to burst into the room and claim the boy.
            ‘It’s just residual effects,’ Derek told himself; however, he
couldn’t stop from watching.
            When Stiles put two lubed fingers inside of himself one night,
moaning Derek’s name, it was like a punch to the gut. The wolf remember the
heated words Stiles had cried out previously, and it became too much. Derek
burst into the room, eyes red and fangs bared.
            The teen shook with fear, frozen with his fingers in his ass.
Stiles knew he was caught and he thought that Derek was going to kill him.
“D…Derek…”
            The older man panted, clawed hands reaching for Stiles, who was
laying in his bed, moonlight making his body glow. “You have no idea what you
do to me,” Derek snarled, grabbing Stiles’ wrist and forcefully removing his
fingers from his ass. “You denied me this last time,” His voice was barely
above a whisper as he kneeled on the bed, his face nuzzling the hair at the
base of the teens dick, breathing him in, “But not this time. This time I’m
going to wreck you.”
            Stiles moaned as suddenly Derek’s hand were everywhere. Not just
his hands though, his mouth too. The wolf sucked marks all over the boys chest
and thighs, making angry red and purple welts all over pale flesh. He didn’t
even give Stiles time to consent before his mouth completely devoured the teens
weeping cock. “Derek…gonna…” Stiles tried to pull him away, his long fingers
gripping coarse hair, but this time the wolf didn’t let him. Derek wanted to
taste the fluids that came from his lover.
            When Stiles exploded, Derek gathered it all into his mouth,
practically cumming himself at the taste. Instead, he spit some of it into one
of his hands and swallowed the rest. The teen was so blown away, his legs and
arms a jellied mess, that he didn’t even notice as Derek slipped two cum
covered fingers into his tight ass, lubing him up with his own juices. “Can I
knot you again?” The wolfs voice sounded a little wrecked himself.
            “Yes dear God! Please, stick your dick in me.” Stiles almost
screamed when he felt Derek press hard against his prostate. Luckily, being a
teenager meant his dick responded eagerly, already dripping again.
            Derek paid no mind to his pleas though. He took things slow,
stretching the other male, feeling him from the inside. His mouth nipped and
sucked on pale thighs as his fingers slowly thrust in and out, scissoring as he
went. The heavy scent of arousal danced around him, filling his lungs and
making him dizzy, but he would not hasten this. He moved back, withdrawing his
fingers and flipped Stiles over, making him jut his ass high into the air.
Derek was being driven mad by his senses as he ate the boys own cum out of his
ass, and he realized shakily that he was growling as he thrust his tongue into
the loosening hole before him.
            “Please,”
            Derek paused and looked to Stiles’ face. The boy was flushed, his
lips bleeding from trying to hold back his cries of euphoria. “What is it you
want, Stiles?” The wolf purred before nipping the soft flesh on the teens pale,
round cheek.
            “You, all of you.” Stiles looked at him, his eyes watering, “I want
this – ” he waved and arm between the two of them frantically, “to last longer
than just tonight.”
            Derek’s heart jerked in his chest but his eyes narrowed as he
scented Stiles. He couldn’t smell any deceit though, and he leaned forward, his
nose nuzzling the teen’s cheek.
            “Please,” Stiles pleaded once more, “just don’t hate me anymore.”
            Derek kissed him then. It was not filthy like everything else they
had done; it was quite the opposite. “Never hate,” He said in a gruff tone once
he pulled away. “Could never hate you,”
            It was more than the boy could have ever hoped for. “Mark me?”
            The wolf pulled back, eyes wide and startled, “Are you sure?
Stiles, you’re sixteen. You have your whole life ahead of you.”
            “Stick your knot in me and mark me!” To emphasize his point, he
ground his still lubed ass back, making the head of Derek’s prick grind just
barely into the boy’s hole, “God, please!” He then cried, throwing his head
back.
            Derek lost control after that. He pushed stiles down onto the bed
and pulled his hips high into the air. He didn’t give the teen a chance to
catch his breath before thrusting wildly into his willing body, feeling his
knot grow bigger than ever before. “Gonna fill you,” He snarled, claws digging
into bruised hips, “Gonna put it so deep.”
            “Yes, mark me Derek! Make me yours!” Stiles reached down to grip
his still hard dick, pumping it frantically, trying to keep up with the man’s
thrusts. “Derek, right there!” He suddenly cried, seeing stars. He came in a
blinding white light as the wolf hit his prostate over and over again, making
it feel so good it hurt him to his core. That was when he felt the deep pierce
of fangs in his shoulder.
            Derek’s face was unrecognizable as human as he withdrew bloodied
fangs and thrusts harder and harder, his knot stretching the teen’s tight ass.
He had to force it in, growling in satisfaction when he entered the willing
body with a sickening sound. The orgasm ripped through his body and he poured
out a gallon of cum deep. “Mate,” He then growled, licking the wound he had
made, “This is forever, Stiles.”
            Panting, the teen smiled, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
            “Wanna breed you like a good bitch,”  Derek began to thrust again,
though his knot wouldn’t allow him to pull out all the way. “Need to breed
you,”
            When Stiles looked back, he saw glowing red eyes staring back at
him, “You can’t actually…”
            Derek shook his head, “No,”
            Stiles nodded and moaned out breathily, “Breed your bitch. Show me
you are the alpha.”
            His words seemed to have the desired effect. Stiles knew he
couldn’t get hard again, but he still felt the pleasure of the knot being
pressed hard repeatedly against his prostate, making his vision blur. “So
fucking tight, can’t take it,” Derek snarled and placed a hand on the back of
Stiles’ neck, thrusting wildly before he cam again, this time it was so intense
he collapsed as streams of fluid cam out of him, overflowing around his cock
and spilling onto the bed. They stayed like that for fifteen minutes before
finally Derek could withdrawal. He laid next to Stiles, panting hard.
            “So, this means we’re like married right? I was so afraid you hated
me, I mean I did force myself on you.”
            Derek rolled his eyes, “Shut up Stiles,” He growled as he pulled
the boy to lay with him. As an afterthought, he kissed the boys forehead, “The
bite I gave you won’t change you. It’s the mark of an alphas mate.” He paused,
searching for the right words, “For me, it means for life. I’ll never find
another. But if you change your mind…you can leave, and I wouldn’t blame you.”
            It was Stiles’ turn to roll his eyes. “Shut up Derek.”
            They fell asleep in each other’s arms that night. Thought both were
still uncertain about the others feelings; however, they knew that there was
love within them. They had both been hurt in the past, Derek more so then
Stiles, but in Stiles’ mind Lydia’s rejection still count, but they knew that
if they didn’t try, they would never find love.
End Notes
     I changed my mind. I prefer angst over this stuff, lol.
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