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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:
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Blood_Kink, Underage_Sex, Male_Slash, Unsafe
      Sex, Angst, Oblivious_Derek, Oblivious_Stiles, Miscommunication, Rough
      Sex, Knotting, Dirty_Talk
  Series:
      Part 1 of Lick
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-31 Words: 1892
****** Lick ******
by AlphaWriter23
Summary
     Stiles is injured by a rogue omega wolf, and is mortally wounded.
     Luckily one of the perks of being a werewolf is healing saliva. Sex
     ensues.
Notes
     While I’ve seen this plot line for many fandoms, I don’t believe I’ve
     seen it in this one yet so I’m super excited to write this one-shot!
     Just so you know, if my writing seems to ramble it’s cause I’m
     basically the female version of Stiles. I have anxiety and panic
     attacks, moles everywhere, and have extreme ADHA. Plus I would have
     totally acted the same if my friend got bit by a werewolf when I was
     in high school, lol. Sorry, I’m rambling now. This story takes place
     during season 2. Let’s get on with the story!
See the end of the work for more notes
You know how they say that when you’re about to die, your whole life flashes
before your eyes? Well Stiles found that this wasn’t true. His whole life
wasn’t what he thought about, just all the things he hadn’t accomplished. He
never told Lydia Martin he loved her, he would never get to go to college, he
could never have sex for the very first time. He laid on the dirt floor of the
cabin Derek had been able to drag him to after the Omega werewolf had attacked
Stiles, gripping the slash marks across his chest, thinking about how he would
never go to his Senior prom, or find out if vampires were real. His life was
over, he knew, and he hadn’t gotten to live.

“Stiles focus!” Derek’s voice rang out in Stiles’ ears and the teen finally
noticed the alpha wolf had returned. “You’re going to be ok.” His voice was an
animalistic snarl now.
A bloodied chuckle came from Stiles. “I’m gonna die.” Tears now burned, begging
to be released.

Derek’s hands ripped at the teens shirt, pulling it from him before assessing
the damage. Luckily he knew of one thing that would help the many cuts and
gashes littering the boys arms and body. He leaned down and slowly ran his
tongue across the largest of the claw marks along Stiles’ chest. The teen
gasped, his arm falling to the side as the werewolf’s tongue passed over his
nipple in short, quick strides. The blood filled the man’s mouth in a sickly
sweet flow, and made his head dizzy like he had drank a fifth of whiskey and
had actually gotten drunk.

“Derek, what…?” Stiles gasped, a tingling sensation spreading through the
wound, making it burn in the most delicious way. “What are you doing?”

The alpha was completely wolfed out now as he licked along each wound,
relishing the taste of blood as he locked glowing red eyes onto the teens own
brown ones. “Healing saliva.” Was the only explanation that he gave, continuing
his task once more. He could feel himself quickly getting hard from the
situation, but even in alpha mode he would not take advantage of the sixteen
year old, even if the boy always smelled of lust when he was around Derek.
Derek would never be like Kate Argent.

“Please,” Stiles panted, his fingers gripping at the wolfs hair. “Please it
feels so good.” And he wasn’t lying. The warm sensation was spreading all
through his body now, consuming him and starting a wild fire in the pit of his
stomach. He had never felt a pleasure so intense before.

He almost lost it when the boy begged, but he drew back, making sure there were
no more major injuries. He found a rather deep gash on Stiles’ inner thigh,
right by an artery. Derek gripped the thigh and lifted it, spreading the boys
legs in the process so he could use his tongue and lick in slow strides this
time, taking his time to make sure he coated the slowly healing wound with his
saliva. “I’m only doing this to save your life so the hunters won’t kill me,
kid.” But even as the words came out of his mouth he knew they were a lie. He
had wanted this ever since he had first gotten a whiff of Stiles’ scent in the
woods that first day. When Stiles confronted him – a human kid confronting a
werewolf, knowing fully what he was doing – the scent of his fear and the look
of his lips gave Derek a hard-on while he sat in the back of sheriff’s cruiser.
But he was only sixteen so Derek pulled back, wiping the intoxicating taste
from his lips.

“Please don’t stop,” Stiles’ voice was wrenched and even he knew it, but he
couldn’t find it in himself to care, not with his body on fire and his dick
throbbing painfully in his jeans. “Please Derek, I’ll do anything. I know you
hate me, but I’ll let you do anything to me. You can fuck my virgin ass as hard
as you want, you can shove your dick down my throat until I choke,” Stiles was
panting, desperately reaching for Derek with one arm, and palming his own cock
with the other.

He snarled then, almost cumming on the spot. “Stiles, I don’t fucking want
you,” He spit out desperately, despite the fact and the teens hands had found
the wolfs rock hard prick. “Stop,” This time is was a sob. “You’ll hate me,
Stiles. It’s just the chemicals in the saliva, you don’t want me.” But he
couldn’t find it in himself to move from where he was straddling Stiles.

Stiles’ eyes were glazed over has his body burned. Yes, he could tell he was
drugged, but he also knew he’d been masturbating to fantasies like this ever
since he had met the broody sour wolf, which he proudly started to proclaim. “I
jerk my dick to you, hell I even stuck two fingers in my ass thinking about you
three days ago. I want this. Always have.”

The animal was clawing at Derek’s mind now, trying to claim what it had been
wanting for months, but he wouldn’t let it take control and hurt the boy. He
knew Stiles was going to hate him when they were done therefore he needed to
drag this out for as long as possible and savor each and every moment. The
first thing he did was grab both of the teens wrists and pin them above his
head, warning him not to move them. The wolf then nipped and sucked and licked
his way across Stiles’ neck and collars bone, enjoying the keening noises and
shudders of the body beneath him.

Stiles wanted so bad to grip his fingers tight in Derek’s hair as the man found
a nipple and bit it gentle before rolling it between his teeth and tongue,
making it turn into a hard bud. The teen had never known that his nipples were
so sensitive, but he found himself crying out at the sensation, “Fuck Derek,”
He cursed loudly, his body trembling.
Derek gripped Stiles’ waist, his claws pricking the flesh and making droplets
of blood well up, but he could tell the action only further aroused to teen as
he cried out in pure ecstasy. The next moments were a blur of euphoric
frustration as the wolf forcefully removed the rest of the other males
clothing, nipping and biting every bit of flesh he could, drawing the most
amazing sounds out of Stiles.

There was something filthy about Stiles being completely naked and Derek fully
clothed, looming over his body. His fingers twitched as he felt to urge to wrap
his arms around his alpha, but he remembered the snarled threat given to him
not to move. And then he fell apart when the dark haired man took his painfully
hard dick into his mouth in one swallow, his nose resting in the teens pubes,
breathing in the scent that was purely Stiles. “Stop!”

That word shattered Derek. He pulled back so fast as if burned. “I’m…” He
started to move away, horrified. “I’m sorry,”

“No,” Stiles rolled over, his ass into the air, “I’m too close, need you in
me,” He begged in a wanton fashion, thrusting his heart shaped ass into the
air, “Please, fuck me.”
Derek was back behind him in an instant, sticking his tongue down the crack of
the boy’s ass and sticking a spit covered finger into his tight hole. The
nonsense sentences Stiles was putting together make the wolf want to just bury
himself deep and knot the boy, which was something he had never done to a
person before. “Wanna fill you,” He snarled as he thrust two fingers into
Stiles this time, taking his time to slowly stretch the teen.

“Yes,” Stiles screamed, grinding back into the discomfort behind him, “Yes,
fill my ass, please, Derek!” The teen didn’t even have a moment to adjust as a
third spit covered finger entered him deeply, curly just right and pressing
onto his prostate so hard he was seeing stars.

The wolf pulled his fingers out, not wanting to make Stiles cum just yet. He
lined his massive cock up to the tight puckering hole with one hand, and his
other hand went to the teens lower back. “Gonna make it not hurt,” His words
were hard to understand around his fangs, but he couldn’t hold back. He
suddenly thrust into that tight heat while simultaneously using his werewolf
power to take pain away with his hand on Stiles’ back.

Both cried out in euphoria at the feeling of each other. “More,” Came Stiles’
sobbing voice. “Give me everything, Derek.”

Derek was too happy to oblige. He began to thrust hard and deep, hitting the
teens prostate. Claws gripped the younger mans hips tightly, more blood coming
up, but neither cared. It was like Derek was trying to make them one, and both
were seeing stars, wrapped up in each other. And then Derek felt it, after ten
minutes of ruthlessly pounding his temporary lover he felt his knot form for
the first time ever; he couldn’t hold it back and for a moment he felt shame,
that is until Stiles surprised him by groaning out in a husky voice,

“Fuck, is that your knot? I was hoping you had one, please, stick it in deep!”

He snarled, teeth gripping the back of Stiles’ neck so close to breaking the
skin and he pounded into the teen, harder and harder, forcing him to stretch
around his huge knot. Stiles was hoarse by the time it finally slammed into him
and he felt himself cumming hard at the feel of it even without stroking his
dick. The force of his orgasm hit him so hard, it deafened him for a moment and
all he could feel was his body erupting in a million pin points of pleasure.
And then, at the peak of it, he felt Derek’s knot release the wolfs cum into
him, filling him as Derek growled the words “Mine,” into his shoulder. It kept
pouring into him, sloshing inside him and making him feel nothing but full and
complete.

Derek rested his cheek against Stiles’, both panting hard. The werewolf was the
first to move, swiftly pulling his cock out of the teens tight asshole with a
pop. He wanted to stop and watch as cum flowed from his partner, but he
couldn’t. Guilt rose up into his chest knowing what he had done, and he
couldn’t face Stiles. Before the teen could even get up, Derek had dressed
himself and bolted from the desolate cabin, fear gripping him.

And when Stiles turned and saw that the wolf had abandoned him, he felt tears
burn his eyes once more, thinking his fears were real and that Derek really
didn’t want him like he had said, and that now Derek hated him even more for
forcing the man to fuck him. He rolled up into a ball, feeling cum drip out of
him, and he cried, holding himself tight. In the distance, he could hear a
sorrow-filled roar fill the quiet nighttime air, and it torn him apart in the
inside, knowing he was the cause.
End Notes
     A/N: I might write a sequel just because I put a lot of angst into
     this. Normally I don’t write angst, so I’m sorry it turned out that
     way. Let me know if it was ok. This was actually my first Sterek I
     have actually finished, though I have plenty more I’m writing. Be
     sure to keep a lookout for my story Paradigm Shift, I should be
     finishing it soon. It’s a slow build Sterek. Thanks guys!
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