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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, Isaac_Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      Training, Fighting, blowjob
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-11 Words: 4743
****** Hit Me Baby One More Time ******
by Vearth
Summary
     Stiles is sick of needing someone who protects him all the time so he
     asks Derek to train him, only this training session turns into
     something much more..
Notes
     This was written for a prompt I got on tumblr: 'Derek/Stiles. Derek
     trains Stiles to protect himself.'
Stiles was on all fours, breathing heavily, the cold ground beneath him wet and
dirty. Every single muscle in his body was sore; he had several scratches on
his skin and his left arm felt like Derek’s last grip had gotten burned into
his bone. He heard the werewolf pace behind him, felt his eyes upon him
although he couldn’t see them.
“What are you waiting for? Come on, get up.” Derek’s voice was harsh and
mocking at the same time. Right from the start, he had not made a secret out of
the fact that he didn’t believe Stiles to be capable of keeping up with any of
them. ‘Them’ being the werewolves. Which was kinda unfair and mean but at the
same time kinda true, sadly, and also the reason why Stiles had begged the
older man to train him in the first place.
Stiles slowly got up, unable to hold back the pained groan when his body
protested in every possible way. He turned around to find Derek staring at him.
For a moment he dared to believe he actually saw something like a glint of
admiration in the Alpha’s eyes, but this impression didn’t last long. Derek had
probably thought he’d just stay there, on the ground, like a beaten up puppy.
“I know I asked you to help me get in shape but I didn’t mean we’d have to
start and finish this training in one night..” Stiles croaked and rubbed his
hurting arm. Derek huffed. “You are so far away from being done, you shouldn’t
even think about the word finish.” he replied, leaving Stiles with a deep
disappointment rumbling in his belly.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t the best fighter on this planet, but now Derek was just
being unnecessary harsh.
“Rude. You know, a little encouragement might be helpful. And it wouldn’t kill
you to be a little nicer every once in a while.” he tried, already knowing he
wouldn’t get what he asked for.
“You asked me to train you, not to lie to you.” Derek said with a shrug.
“Yeah, maybe I’d prefer lying now..” Stiles mumbled to himself, celebrating the
ambiguity of this statement silently in his head. Derek’s cocked eyebrows
showed him that the werewolf had heard that, but obviously chose to ignore it.
“Okay. Try again.” Derek said, once Stiles seemed to have found his balance
again. The human took a deep breath and looked left and right of Derek’s body,
trying to remember the techniques he had shown to him earlier. He started
running into his direction, as if to attack him directly, but stopped and
ducked away under Derek’s arm, when the werewolf tried to take a hold of him.
Standing behind Derek now, he swirled around as fast as possible, only to be
welcomed by an iron grip around his throat that made him choke.
Derek let go of him just as fast, sending him tumbling backwards a few steps.
Stiles coughed and rubbed his neck, looking at Derek with one eye closed.
“You are scared.” the Alpha said, causing Stiles to immediately and frantically
shake his head. “No, I’m not!” he coughed out. “Why would I be? This is
training! I’m not scared of you! How often do I have to say that before you
believ--”
“Of failing.” Derek cut him off. Stiles gulped and blinked at him a few times.
“Of failing?” he asked, unsure of what to do with this statement.
Derek looked down at the ground for a moment and nodded. When he looked up
again, he took a few steps closer to Stiles until he was standing disturbingly
close to him. Stiles straightened his back but he managed to fight the urge to
back off.
“When you come at me, you do it with the wrong attitude. You think you are
going to lose. You focus on your weaknesses; on what separates us from each
other. You have to focus on your strengths. Focus on what you are good at, not
on what I am better at.”
Stiles frowned and nodded. Well, that wasn’t exactly encouragement but at least
an advice that seemed to be helpful. He nodded again.
Okay. Focus. What was he good at? He wasn’t very strong (and in any way, Derek
was always stronger) and last time he had tried to hit him, he had ended up
with a sprained wrist. He was fast! But then again, Derek was faster.. the
difference in height between them wasn’t that big so his size wasn’t an
advantage either. His senses clearly lost against Derek’s heightened ones too.
“There’s nothing there! I don’t have any strengths!” He concluded with pure
devastation on his face..
 
..quickly replaced by pure bafflement when all he got as a response was an
actual chuckling Derek Hale. “That’s not funny! I am talent-free! Talent-free
Stiles. I can’t win a physical fight against a werewolf!” he claimed but Derek
shook his head.
“Okay, maybe telling you to think wasn’t the best idea I ever had. How about
you try and think about nothing instead? Don’t focus on your weaknesses or your
strengths. Don’t let anything distract you or scare you. You don’t know what’s
gonna happen when you try and hit me. Maybe I slip and fall and you win. Maybe
I don’t. But as long as you think you will lose, you definitely will.”
Stiles took another deep breath. Derek’s new tactic sounded even less
successful than the last one but he wasn’t the one to leave anything untried.
Think about nothing. That couldn’t be that hard, right?
Right.
“Why am I attacking you all the time? Shouldn’t it be the other way around,
since you are supposed to teach me defensive not offensive ways of fighting?
And why are we even downstairs here? It’s cold and smelly! You know there’s a
nice park outside, not far from here. We could train there? Grass seems a lot
less painful than asphalt when it makes acquaintance with your face.” Stiles
started babbling all of a sudden, literally spilling every thought that came
into his mind.
“Also, I feel watched. I know you said your little pack wasn’t home but you
might as well be lying to me, since I don’t have the werewolf mojo to tell if
you are. And by the way, where do you all even sleep? I haven’t seen any beds
around. Or do they go home? Do you still.. okay, not gonna finish that
question. So.. are there beds in here?”
Derek groaned in frustration and dropped his head back. “STILES.” he snapped
and looked back at him. “I said don’t think! Not think about everything that
ever came to your mind!”
Stiles shrugged and lifted his hands defensively.
“I’m sorry! You said ‘think nothing’ and suddenly my thoughts got scared I
might abandon them for good and they all came to me at once! I figured saying
them out loud would stop the flow eventually!”
Derek groaned again and shook his head. “Okay, this isn’t working. How about
you just stay out of danger and try not to get killed?” he offered, causing
Stiles’ mouth to drop open in disbelief.
“You are giving up on me? After only..” Stiles waved his hand around as if to
grip the exact amount of time he had been down here out of the air. “..alright,
I don’t know how long we’ve been down here but it doesn’t seem long enough to
justify giving up on me.”
Stiles opened his mouth again to start another protest when Derek yelled
“Alright! Calm down.” He rubbed his hand over his eyes. “Fine. If you prefer
that, I’ll attack you now. And you’ll try to defend yourself.” he said. Stiles
swallowed hard but nodded. Come to think of it, getting the broad, buff Alpha
werewolf to attack him wasn’t exactly an achievement he had ever planned on..
achieving.
“Don’t hold back.” Derek said before Stiles watched his eyes turn red and felt
chills running down his spine.
The sight of Derek running towards him made Stiles tense every single muscle.
He waited until the very last second and ducked away to evade Derek’s attack.
His plan worked but just when he was about to mention something about him at
least having some qualities in evasion, he stepped on a thin pipe that was
lying on the floor and stumbled forwards. In a desperate attempt not to land
flat on his face, he made wild circling movements with his arms in order to
keep his balance - but lost it anyway.
With an embarrassingly loud squeak he sailed to the ground, closing his eyes in
expectance of a painful landing – but that never happened. Instead he squeaked
again at the feeling of strong arms wrapping themselves around him, pulling him
back harshly against a warm and firm chest.
It took him a moment to catch his breath again before he started to realize
what had just happened. Derek didn’t let go of him immediately. His hands were
wrapped around Stiles’ torso, holding him against his chest.
Stiles blinked a few times and swallowed hard when he felt Derek’s breath
against his neck; hot, wet and way too close. “Are you okay?” the werewolf
asked and Stiles just nodded, for once in his lifetime unable to open his
mouth.
While the whole situation was already pretty much unexpected, what came next
really caught him off guard. Just as fast as Derek had grabbed him, he pushed
him away again, sending Stiles tumbling forward and almost falling again.
“Dude!” the teenager cried, turning around as soon as he found his balance
again.
His eyes widened when he realized Derek had returned to attacking him without
hesitation. With a yelp he tried to back away from him, bringing his arm up in
the process, aiming at hitting Derek. But of course Derek Hale would never let
himself be hit that easily by some human’s fist.
That was of course, if said human really only used his fist. Obviously Derek
hadn’t accounted for the metal pipe in Stiles hand – that the teenager didn’t
even remember picking up – because he backed off too slowly and it collided
with his face, making a disturbingly loud crack.
“Oh god, I’m sorry!” Stiles said, dropping the pipe and lifting his hands to
clumsily put them on Derek’s shoulder and cheek, to see if he had hit him hard.
Derek shook his head a little and put his own hand to his chin, moving his jaw
until it made another rather loud crack.
“Really?” he said, his eyes suddenly filled with something Stiles could only
describe as amusement or maybe even friskiness. “I’m not.” he said with a
smirk.
“Uh.. okay?” Stiles blinked. “So this was good? I did something good?” he
asked, suddenly on the verge of being excited. Derek shrugged and smirked
shortly. “You hit me, didn’t you? Then again, it obviously wasn’t intentional.”
Stiles excitement didn’t die despite this rather disillusioning comment on his
surprise strike.
“I hit you! Score!” He said triumphantly and smiled brightly, fistpumping the
air before pointing his finger at Derek almost accusingly.
His triumphant face was ripped of when Derek grabbed him by the wrist and
almost gracefully twirled him around, sending him flying against one of the big
pillars next to them with a squeal. Stiles hugged the cold stone with his face
being pressed against it. “Ouw..” he mumbled, slowly scraping himself off the
pillar and pulling a face.
He backed away from it and turned around, crouching down just in time to evade
Derek’s fist.
“TIME OUT!” he yelled. “STOP!”
Derek straightened his back and lowered his arm, looking down at Stiles with
raised eyebrows. “What?”
“Are you trying to kill me?! I am not learning anything this way! This is not
training this is just you beating me up!” Stiles complained, slowly getting up
again, as if he was mistrusting Derek and his silent agreement to their truce.
“I’m open for suggestions.” Derek sneered. He obviously wasn’t accounting for
Stiles to be the kind of person who got encouraged to do anything just to prove
he could do it if he was being looked down at like this. “Good. Because I have
some.” the teen said cheekily while urging his brain to come up with something
before he could embarrass himself some more.
Eventually he thought of a few ways of getting Derek to teach him how to fight
by showing him moves and training them with him – without reducing their
session to awkward touching and groping, filled with sexual tension so thick
you could cut it with a knife. This was supposed to be somewhat professional
after all. And getting groped by Derek wasn’t on Stiles’ to-do-list at all.
Well, not in real life at least.
“You fight like a girl.” Derek said, his lips parting in a smirk. Stiles pulled
a face at him. “Maybe I do because you are one.” he replied sounding way more
courageous than he really felt. Well that wasn’t something an Alpha could let
go unpunished.
Their wrestling wasn’t pretty. Stiles didn’t stand a chance and after opening
his mouth so wide he couldn’t really expect any mercy from Derek anymore. After
a few fruitless attempts on hitting Derek’s face he ended up being slammed
against yet another stone pillar that knocked the air out of him. “I yield!” he
cried pressing his eyes closed when Derek’s fist flew at his face. But it never
hit him.
Instead, Derek grabbed his shirt all of a sudden and yanked him forward. Stiles
didn’t even have time to gasp out in surprise before hot lips were pressed
against his in a demanding kiss. His eyes widened and his body froze for a
moment.
Well, this came unexpected.
Ten seconds and one shockingly arousing lip bite from Derek later Stiles had
his eyes closed again, melting into Derek’s arms and doing his best not to fail
at his very first proper kiss (with a human being made of flesh and blood). A
small sigh escaped him when Derek pulled him closer in his usual rough manner,
violating his lips in a kiss so passionate that Stiles started wondering if
Derek was trying to suck his brains out through his mouth.
Next thing Stiles knew was being pushed down to the ground and rolled onto his
back. Within a heartbeat Derek was over him, covering him entirely with the
ridiculous heat radiating from his whole body. Stiles gasped without even being
touched. The cold floor beneath him built a strange contrast to Derek’s heat
above him.
His thoughts were cut off by surprisingly soft lips pressed against his own in
a rather rough way. Derek’s stubble felt odd, scratching his cheeks. It vaguely
reminded him of the time when his mother had been at the hospital. His father
hadn’t bothered to shave most of the time and every time he had hugged his son,
his stubble had scratched Stiles just like Derek’s did now. Stiles sighed into
the kiss, pressing his eyes closed and trying to shoo those thoughts away. He
really didn’t want to think about his mother now and his dad’s stubble wasn’t
exactly an association he wanted to have while kissing a guy either.
This was a wet dream. In a few seconds, just when it was going to get really
juicy, he would wake up in his bed with a massive boner and a sexual
frustration bigger than California. Things like that didn’t happen to him.
Stiles Stilinski didn’t suddenly turn from the nerdy teenager, ignored by girls
and hated by teachers, to the hero of his own private porn story, being pinned
down and groped by the hottest werewolf in town. Make that the state.
Continent. Planet. Universe.
Okay, whatever incredible thing Derek was doing with his tongue now, it even
got Stiles’ freaking mind rambling and sent shivers through his entire body.
Hell, and said tongue was still only in Stiles’ mouth. Yet he better kept
himself from picturing it at any other part of his body because the thought
alone would probably be enough so send him over the edge.
Stiles felt Derek’s hands wander over his body; stroking his sides, his back,
grabbing his ass (and by that milking a surprised squeak from Stiles) and
finally moving back to his front and beneath his shirt. The feeling of those
rough hands on his sweaty skin made him squirm and shiver and his heart speed
up with excitement as Derek moved higher. He never broke their mind blowing
kiss while his fingers started playing with Stiles’ nipples which – let’s be
honest – didn’t need to be touched for more than a split second before they
were standing up hard.
When Derek softly pinched one of his nipples, Stiles let out a sound he may or
may not be embarrassed about but luckily it was swallowed by Derek’s mouth for
the most part. Once they broke the kiss, Stiles realized how little he had
focused on breathing. His breathing was going unsteady and way faster than
before. The fact that Derek was now kissing his neck, his stubble tickling the
sensitive skin, didn’t exactly help that fact. Stiles gasped and sighed when he
felt a hot, wet tongue licking up his neck, all the way to his ear.
“Derek..” Stiles’ voice was barely a whisper. “What’s happening..?” he asked
awkwardly, unsure if he really said it or thought it once it had gone past his
lips. Derek of course acted like he hadn’t heard his question at all.
Derek sliding his hand down his side made Stiles tense up, holding back the
urge to slap it away because next to all the excitement and arousal that
Derek’s touch brought him it tickled.
After a while he got used to the soft scratching of Derek’s stubble too. It
wasn’t uncomfortable – on the contrary, the tingling sensation excited him and
combined with Derek’s intoxicating musk it made his brain repeat an endless
mantra of Derek Derek Derek.
In the abandoned train station they were lying in, the sound of his fly being
unzipped was so loud Stiles thought for a second he could imagine what it was
like to have heightened hearing abilities like a werewolf.
Derek’s hand slid into his pants without a warning, making Stiles gasp out when
he palmed him through his briefs.
“Oh god..” he moaned while Derek softly bit his neck, licking and sucking at
the bite mark right after. A small part of Stiles protested, knowing that he
would have problems explaining the bite mark(s) and hickey(s) at school in the
morning – but this part was drowned out by the considerably bigger part of him
that desperately screamed for more.
Stiles could feel his cock already leaking, leaving a wet stain on his briefs
but at the moment he couldn’t care less. The way Derek was massaging him
through the thin fabric just made him mutter incoherent things and moan in ways
that were so different from when he was at home alone, touching himself.
Derek nosed his neck, sniffing him and inhaling his scent deeply. Strangely
enough the idea that the werewolf got turned on by his scent made Stiles feel
both fluffy and hot at the same time. His hands clumsily found their way into
Derek’s hair, running their fingers through it, playing with the thick brown
streaks.
Suddenly Derek was gone and Stiles shivered at the loss of contact. He looked
up trying to look less needy than he felt when his eyes wandered over the
werewolf’s body. Obviously he failed at that, because the smirk on Derek’s face
spoke volumes.
“Wha-” he started but it turned into a surprised gasp when Derek grabbed the
hem of his jeans and briefs and pulled them down to his knees, exposing him to
the cool air and making his bare backside hit the cold and slightly damp floor.
Within a heartbeat Derek was over him again, leaning down to kiss him
passionately, pressing his head back onto the hard asphalt. Stiles hands moved
down from his hair along Derek’s arms and up again until he found his shirt and
clenched his fists into it.
Stiles tried to shift his hip to get away from the cold floor beneath him that
was now pressed against his bare skin but Derek held him down mercilessly. It
was all too much for Stiles. His body was trembling from the exhaustion of
their earlier fighting and from the still growing arousal that was rushing
through him like someone had injected it into his veins.
Coldness was creeping into his back and his butt while Derek’s heat above him
almost made him dizzy. This was so 200% not what he had expected to get when he
had asked Derek for ‘private training sessions’..
“Derek..”
The Alpha’s name escaped him as soon as they broke their kiss. Through half
closed eyes Stiles could see the desire in Derek’s gaze while he was staring
down at Stiles’ lips that were swollen and red from their bite-streaked
kissing.
Numb fingers curled themselves tighter around Derek’s shirt at his shoulders as
he moved down from kissing Stiles’ lips to his neck, caressing his collarbone
with kisses and nips until the skin was bruised and carried the unmistakeable
mark “property of Derek Hale”.
While Derek slowly moved further south, doing his best not to leave one bit of
Stiles’ skin untouched or unkissed, realization finally hit the teenager. He
was not only going to get his first blowjob ever, he was going to get his first
blowjob ever by no other than his grumpy sourwolf Derek Hale.
That ridiculously hot, 20-something guy who may or may not have been giving him
wet dreams for the past couple of weeks. Today was either Christmas and his
birthday or this December the apocalypse would really come and kill them all.
Soon these thoughts vanished as well, literally blown out of his mind when he
felt Derek’s tongue on his already throbbing erection. A choked moan broke
through Stiles’ lips while he both hoped this moment could last forever and got
nervous because he knew he wasn’t going to last as long as he wanted to. Hell,
he wasn’t going to last for more than five minutes if Derek kept using his
tongue like this..
 
The Alpha licked up the whole length from base to top and repeated his action a
few times, leaving Stiles’ cock glistening wet in the dim light and its owner
panting and shaking. He wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked, first
softly then harder, running his tongue over the slit in a fast motion.
“God.. oh god..” came the breathless moans from Stiles.
Stiles tensed up, instinctively giving in to the urge of putting his feet on
the ground and pushing his hips up – but he couldn’t. Derek was holding him
down by literally lying on his pants that were still holding his legs together
around the knees like a fishtail.
Derek moved his head down letting Stiles slide in cruelly slow and made a soft
humming sound that sent vibration through the boy’s body. In a desperate
attempt to get more.. just more Stiles bucked up only to be pushed back harshly
by Derek’s hands on his hipbones.
He expressed his rising frustration with a choked whine. His hands had found
their way back into Derek’s hair, more or less shyly trying to push and pull
him where Stiles wanted him – needed him.
“Derek, please..” After watching a good amount of cheesy porn movies, Stiles
knew that at some point the right moment to lose all dignity and beg always
came. Usually it took at least forty minutes before this happened but Stiles
wasn’t living a porn movie and he didn’t have the time to think about what
begging after approximately four minutes said about his dignity.
The smirk that deformed Derek’s lips crawled up Stiles’ cock, under his skin
and made him shiver in the iron grip the werewolf had on him. Together with the
growing pressure in his loins Stiles’ moans grew louder as well. His whole
existence was being reduced to the hot wetness around his cock, the tongue that
playfully but tirelessly licked at all the right places, the teeth that were
scraping excitingly sharp over his skin. He pressed his head back into the
asphalt and gave up trying to hold back the full-bodied moans that Derek wrung
from him.
He wasn’t going to last much longer. Stiles knew it and from the way Derek was
increasing his efforts, he knew it as well. “Derek.. Derek I’m going--” the
teenager tried nonetheless but Derek didn’t seem to care. He sucked harder than
before, swallowed Stiles whole and slowly pulled back again. Caressing Stiles’
thigh with his right hand he wrapped his lips around the tip of Stiles’ cock
and ran his tongue over the slit. Salty, bitter pre-cum dripped into his mouth,
making his taste buds explode with Stiles. He stroked Stiles’ thigh, digging
his nails in deep enough to leave light red marks on the milky white skin.
Stiles choked out another obscene sound when he felt warm, rough fingers being
wrapped around the base of his cock firmly, in combination with the persistent
sucking of Derek’s mouth literally forcing his cum out of him. He jerked his
hips upwards and moaned the Alpha’s name shamelessly loud, feeling hot semen
shooting out of him and vanishing between Derek’s lips.
It took Stiles a while to catch his breath again. He blinked at the greyish
ceiling above him for a moment before looking down at Derek who was literally
licking him clean – a sight that would have made Stiles hard again within a
heartbeat if he hadn’t felt so thoroughly satisfied and completely empty.
“Was that.. something I should remember.. for future fights?” Stiles asked out
of breath, unable to hold back the dumb commentaries. Derek looked up at him
and cocked one eyebrow. It was by far not his most intimidating look but it
made Stiles flush red with realization of how lame his question really had
been.
“So..” he started again, desperately trying to get some of his dignity back.
“What. I mean why. I mean.. uh-”
Well done, Stiles, well done.
“You didn’t really just ask ‘what’, did you?” Derek asked with a smug smile,
causing Stiles to blush harder. “No!? I know what, thank you very much!” he
spat back and wiggled his legs a bit to get Derek to get off so he could get
dressed again. Now that the aftermath of his orgasm was quickly drifting away,
the floor beneath him felt colder than ever.
“Does this mean we are done for today, or--” Stiles asked while watching Derek
get off of him just enough so he wasn’t lying on his pants anymore. The Alpha
opened his mouth to answer when a loud bang interrupted him.
 
Stiles flinched when the door at the top of the stairs was being thrown open.
In came Isaac who jumped down the stairs and then stopped dead in his tracks,
staring at the couple on the floor. Derek didn’t even really take notice of
him, while Stiles froze in silent horror. Luckily his shock only lasted a few
seconds. His brain got reactivated when Isaac raised his eyebrows, not even
pretending to take his eyes off what he should not see.
“Looks like someone’s getting the special treatment.” he said and for a moment
Stiles thought he could hear the air crackle with the sound of Derek’s smirk.
He pushed the Alpha away and hastily pulled his shorts and pants back up,
arching his hips awkwardly off the floor while doing that. Derek rolled on his
side first before getting up slowly, soon followed by Stiles who was blushing
so hard by now he could have sworn his cheeks were melting off his face.
“Th-thanks! S-see you.. tomorrow!” he stuttered and stormed past Derek, without
looking either at him or Isaac.
“I see you taught him how not to be completely predictable.” Isaac said,
watching Stiles rush out of the train station, letting faint light in before
the door felt shut behind him again.
 
“Shut up, Isaac.” Derek replied without even trying to hide the wide smirk on
his face.
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