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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Sheriff_Stilinski, Scott_McCall, Coach
  Additional Tags:
      Roughness, Rough_Sex, bleeding_(minor), Consensual, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-15 Words: 1745
****** Love Hurts ******
by EnderWxx
Summary
     Stiles gets knocked out playing Lacrosse and Derek helps with his
     frustration. In a kinky way.
     > "Leave me alone" he muttered into Derek's collar, but he didn't let
     go. Stiles was just angry with himself for not taking the bite when
     Peter offered it.
     "I'm not leaving you"
     Stiles punched Derek's side but only managed to hurt his knuckles, so
     he buried his face into Derek's neck and asked in a pitiful voice:
     "Hurt me"
Notes
     This work is dedicated to my friend, a Sterek shipper thanks to me -
     she's doomed.
     So... I know I should finish certain unfinished work but I'm on it, I
     promise.
     Well, enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
He remembered getting knocked off on the grass, his helmet receiving most of
the pain he would've suffered. His head was safe, but his sides, shoulders and
wrist hurt.
Or at least that's the first thing he noticed when he woke up, laying with his
head propped up on Scott's lap. His friend was smiling down at him and yelled
something that made Coach's face appear in front of him. Stiles winced and
tried to move but Coach made him stay still, so Stiles didn't try again.
Anyways, everything hurt.
Stiles didn't sleep, the pain too much to even try.
"You okay, kid?" his father asked, suddenly by his side.
"Yeah dad, just a little sore in like... everywhere"
His dad laughed softly, tousled his hair and helped him up on a sitting
position, Scott being free to play again.
"Go take a shower, I'll wait for you in the car"
"Uhmm..."
"Okay, your car, but I'll wait"
 
So Stiles walked miserably out of the field and into the locker room, empty and
dark, and started to take his clothes off the moment he stepped in.
The door closed with a noisy clank and there were two rough, yet gentle hands
on his waist. He yelped, more annoyed than scared -well, maybe a little scared-
and then he saw Derek's glowy blue eyes as he circled him, a hand always on his
waist. Any other time, Stiles would laugh it off, call him a degrading name
that would lead them to an argument and then salvage, rough and angry sex. That
evening, he was too tired, ashamed and disappointed to even say something
witty.
"I saw what happened out there" Derek started, squeezing his shoulder. "I'll
warn Boyd next time I see him, and remind him that you're not a werewolf"
Stiles looked down and sighed. He didn't want to be reminded of his own frail
humanity right now.
"Listen, I'm not in the mood. I just wanna shower, take a painkiller and go to
bed"
Derek let go of him when Stiles walked past him and into the showers. His
clothes fell all around him as he discarded them carelessly. Derek was his
boyfriend -his secret boyfriend, that only the pack knew for now-, so he wasn't
ashamed of his nudity in front of him, or anyone, really. The hot water calmed
his aching muscles almost immediately, but it was only a matter of time they
started to hurt again.
"Stiles, please, talk to me" Derek asked in a kind tone. He didn't want to
talk, not really, so he just shook his head and kept cleansing his body.
"Stiles, please. Let me help"
Derek sounded closer but Stiles ignored it. He knew what he meant. Taking the
pain away, with just one touch. Derek's veins would go black as the poison of
pain was being swallowed by his very essence. And he would just forget he'd
ever been hurt. Just another thing to remind him of his stupid, lesser, weak
humanity.
Turning the water off, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around
his hips. He heard Derek following him and Stiles turned around to confront
him.
"Would you stop it now?" he yelled, and Derek opened his mouth to speak but
Stiles didn't let him. "I'm finally on first line and this was my first chance
to shine by myself. I scored, yay! But then I fucking fainted when the first
brute hits me. My father, Scott, Lydia, Allison and the Coach saw that and I
bet they feel like I'm the biggest dumb kid in history. Because that's exactly
what I am! Just a human little kid, who isn't strong enough to stay awake a
whole game even if I've trained for MONTHS! Because I'm only human and nothing
else. My father wouldn't say it but I know he expected more. My own father..."
He tried to finish his rant, he really tried, but there was a lump on his
throat and he realised he was on the edge of angry tears. He saw how hurt Derek
was and he added it to the list of people he was condemned to lose. But Derek
didn't go away. Derek just pulled him in a tight embrace that heightened all
his sore spots.
"Leave me alone" he muttered into Derek's collar, but he didn't let go. Stiles
was just angry with himself for not taking the bite when Peter offered it.
"I'm not leaving you"
Stiles punched Derek's side but only managed to hurt his knuckles, so he buried
his face into Derek's neck and asked in a pitiful voice:
"Hurt me"
Derek looked down, he felt his gaze on him, knowing what he asked. When Stiles
felt his humanity too heavy on his shoulders, Derek would remind him of all the
good things he would miss. True, the sex would be awesome, but they would
almost never get tired and Stiles loved the aftermath, cuddling and feeling
sore in the right places. Hurting was part of being human, and Derek was
determined to keep reminding him just that until Stiles knew exactly what he
wanted.
Right now, Stiles needed this.
So Derek obliged and pushed him away, hitting the locker behind him. Stiles
hissed but any other complaints were swallowed in a kiss that hurt his lips. He
felt Derek's hand gripping his thigh, lifting it over his waist to press his
arousal against his groin. The towel fell off and Stiles' skin was exposed to
the rough fabric of Derek's jeans. When the werewolf pressed against him,
Stiles moaned and then growled when Derek ran his sharp nails along his thigh.
His legs trembled with the strain of being in the same position for so long and
the shock of his skin being cut. Derek didn't give him any time to breathe
because he lifted him up and walked them back into the shower. The tiles felt
cold when Stiles hit his back against them but Derek's hot body made him forget
about the cold- oh, no, that was the water running all over their bodies. 'Nice
touch, Derek', he thought, grabbing the werewolf's shoulders for balance.
As they kissed, Derek reached for his leather jacket, magically hanging on the
other shower, and took a small, half empty bottle of lube he always carried in
case Stiles was too needy, and poured a small amount of the slickness on his
fingers.
Stiles took a moment to breathe and look at him while he was busy with the
bottle of lube and took in the sight of his supernatural boyfriend, wet in his
shirt and jeans, eyes fixed of his hands, careful of the water falling all over
them so the lube wouldn't be washed away. 'God, he's too fucking gorgeous to be
with me...'
He half sobbed half yelped when he felt cold lube pressing into him, and then
his hot fingers breaching his hole, steady but not nearly slow enough. It hurt
and Stiles almost screamed but this was good. This felt good and he remembered
why he liked being human. In a rather selfish way, that is, but it was about
time he did something for himself.
Derek's fingers stilled for a few seconds, eyes never leaving Stiles' face. And
then, when he gave the tiniest nod, Derek stretched him open in less than a
minute, because none on them wanted to wait any longer, and then the fingers
were gone, never touching his prostate. Stiles was hard anyways...
Derek turned the water off.
"Take my cock out and slick it up with lube because that's all you're gonna
have" Derek explained, slowly, because he knew Stiles could just erase vital
information if he was too far gone to even notice. But Stiles just obeyed, and
took the bottle of lube out of Derek's hand and did what he was told in mere
seconds, enjoying how much Derek was trying not to drop his character and
prepare him more thoroughly because he knew this was going to hurt.
So Stiles finished, leaned back and threw his arms over Derek's neck and
shoulders, waiting for the werewolf to lift him up again, but Derek shook his
arms off and, grabbing Stiles by his neck, he turned him around and pressed him
hard to the cold tiles. He hissed but Derek was already covering him with his
body, shirtless, finally. Stiles could feel his hard cock between his cheeks,
and then, with his free hand, he guided it to his slick entrance, stilled for
two seconds and pressed inside.
Stiles grunted, feeling the stretch in all his nerves, body trembling,
scratching the tiles uselessly to alleviate the pain. Derek was thick and big
and Stiles felt more like a kid now, a young, defenceless teenager getting
fucked by a huge werewolf. And he loved it. He loved how he was sweating, in
pain, the hot body of Derek Hale pressing against his back while his cock
pressed even more inside of him, setting him on fire.
When he was finally settled, Derek took his wrists, brought them at small of
his back and held them with his hand. Stiles' face was now pressed into the
tiles too, but Derek too his hips back and started to fuck him in slow, intense
thrusts that turned harsh and violent within seconds. To make it worse, Derek
gripped his injured thigh and squeezed hard. Stiles screamed, gritting his
teeth, and then came. He could feel Derek was close too, but he felt boneless
and let himself be used some more. And as his body was still releasing soft
waves of what was left of his orgasm, Derek buried himself deep into him and
filled him, hot and familiar.
Derek pulled out, Stiles wasn't happy about it, and replaced his cock with
fingers to check for any damage.
"You're just sore, but you're fine" Derek said softly, turning him around and
hugging him.
Stiles reached back and turned the water on again, hot streams of water
soothing his aching body again. Arms around Derek and face under his chin he
dozed off for a few minutes, trusting his supernatural boyfriend to hold him up
for a little longer.
"Derek" he said after a while.
"Mmmh?"
"Please make the pain go away"
 
Derek held his hand to his heart and Stiles could feel the love replacing all
the hurt. After all, love hurts.
End Notes
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