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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Laura_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/
      Laura_Hale_(hints)
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Laura_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Knotting, Slavery, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Dubious_Consent,
      Objectification, Crying, Spanking, Power_Imbalance, Oral_Sex, Underage
      Sex, Ambiguous/Open_Ending, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Cunnilingus, Bottom_Stiles
      Stilinski
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-25 Words: 3347
****** Treetop View ******
by ya3ani
Summary
     While running through the forest Derek captures a creature the likes
     of which he's never seen before. He takes his find back to the cabin
     he shares with his sister.
     They have a lot of fun with their new toy.
     (ie "the one where weresquirrel!Stiles gets fucked.")
Notes
     Inspired by the squirrelinski art taking over tumblr recently. It's
     all very cute. This....is not.
     If necessary, see end notes for a more in-depth explanation of the
     Derek/Laura dynamic.
See the end of the work for more notes
The underbrush parted easily to Derek's bulk, terrified bunnies and field mice
running for their lives as he halfheartedly chased them through the forest. A
dozen yards away Laura did the same, the ground disappearing beneath their paws
as they ran, joyful and uninhibited as they could only be when countless miles
from humanity's cloying scent. Years ago there would have been many more wolves
in this forest, but now it was only Laura and he; normally it was a sobering
thought, but as a wolf Derek felt nothing but acceptance and freedom.
A howl signaled Laura's intent to return to the cabin, and Derek howled his
reassurance that he too would be back soon. For a few more miles he went on
alone, no longer bothering to chase any hapless creatures but only scenting the
breezes and scouting their northern territory, where their family's summer
abode had been built one hundred years ago.
A strange smell floated down off a hill to the east. Interest piqued, Derek
pointed his muzzle that way and pulled in a deep lungful of air. Something –
Derek wasn't quite sure just what – was in distress.
Loping east Derek easily crested the top of the hill where a copse of oak trees
had made a home for many years. Beneath their shade laid – a pile of nuts?
Acorns, actually, a hill of them, six feet long and three feet deep. A bushy
brown tail easily as big as Derek's own poked out of them, and pained squeaks
came from the center of the pile.
Whatever the thing was it had to be a considerable size with a tail such as it
had, but the noises it made – they were, well. Squirrel noises.
Intrigued despite himself, Derek padded forward. He could yank the thing out of
the pile of nuts using his teeth, but he'd certainly hurt whatever it was, and
Derek wasn't hungry quite yet. It'd be a waste to kill something and just leave
the body. Shifting to his secondary form, Derek stood up and yanked the animal
out of its hiding place.
A human boy tumbled out in front of him, acorns falling after him.
Well – 'human' was perhaps generous. The animal had shorn brown hair on its
head but a long, impressively fluffed tail of bristled fur that covered its
ass. The fur stretched to half-way up its back, a sleek line of it that tapered
downwards in a mix of elegance and ridiculousness. Its hands and feet were
tipped with sharp claws, but instead of having the paws of a small animal it
yet had fingers – much like a werewolf's secondary form.
Roughly Derek flipped the thing onto its back, listening to its terrified
chirps.
It...it was not an 'it'. It was a boy. Not human, perhaps, but a boy
nonetheless. A beautiful one.
Light brown eyes half-crazy with pain and fear met Derek's gaze before
skittering away. A red flush spread over the boy's skin, and a sweet smell
wafted up.
Fuck. The little thing was in heat.
Dropping his hands to the boy's naked hips, Derek leaned down over his find.
The boy crooned and panted, twisting in Derek's implacable hold, seeming to
want Derek's body warmth against his own.
"Who are you," Derek demanded, shaking the boy by his hips. Teeth clattering,
the boy looked up through thick lashes, gaze heated but scared.
"Oh my god, don't – " the boy got out, voice surprisingly deep, "don't eat me!
I'd taste awful, really, I just know it, all stringy and. And." An obvious wave
of arousal passed through him and the boy shuddered, the end of his tail
flicking wildly where it poked out from beneath him. A vicious smirk found
Derek's face, and he slipped a hand to the cleft of the boy's cheeks, where
slickness was starting to gather.
"Make me happy and I won't eat you."
"You and happiness don't look like you get along," the boy said, face going
white as he looped his arms around Derek's neck. He didn't seem to be aware of
the action. "If you're setting me up for failure you should tell me now so I
can start lamenting my own death – I throw spectacular pity parties, best in
all of North America."
Derek ignored the scared speech and ran a hand up his prey's hard stomach,
dipping his head to scent the inviting musk. A quick-thumping heartbeat filled
the air as Derek drew nearer to the boy's throat, fear almost overtaking the
arousal. A wet sheen gathered over the boy's eyes even as he writhed in Derek's
harsh grip.
"Don't eat me," he begged again, spreading his legs as he did. If his heat had
been obvious before, now it was a waving red flag to Derek's senses, an
invitation to conquer.
"Tell me your name," Derek grit out, rattling the boy's teeth one last time.
"Stiles!" the boy said. It was a weird name, but Derek liked it. He growled,
content with his capture. It would be as it was in the time of his grandmother,
when all the creatures of the forest bowed to the wolves. "Oh my – oh my god,
you're a wolf. You're a wolf!" Belatedly Stiles truly started to struggle,
trying to scratch at Derek with his half-shifted claws and rocking from side-
to-side to try to throw Derek off.
It was cute, if pathetic. Derek did nothing but wait out the tantrum and slide
a finger down Stiles' hard cock. Stiles keened and panted, his eyes losing
lucidity and his arms going back up to loop around Derek's neck. Soon he would
hardly be able to speak for the heat. Derek needed to get him somewhere safe
for a good fucking – the cabin.
Not seeing a reason to waste words, Derek hoisted Stiles onto his shoulder and
started running through the woods, looking forward to bedding the little thing.
##
"What is it?" Laura wondered, padding closer to the king bed they shared. The
thing was laid out front first on it, whining into the sheets and gripping at
them helplessly. The squeaks were too high for a human to hear but Derek and
Laura caught each one perfectly, and the noise taunted their predatory
instincts. "A...squirrel? Weresquirrel?"
Derek huffed and shrugged. "It has a name: 'Stiles'. Got it out of him before
he went heat-stupid."
"He's kind of cute," Laura mused, tipping Stiles' chin up. His eyes were black
marks in his face, arousal blowing his pupils far open. He stared up at Laura
and made an imploring noise in the back of his throat. "Aw," Laura cooed,
petting Stiles' head as he tried to get closer to her. "He really needs a good
fuck, doesn't he. Did you find another one of them out there? A girl squirrel
for him, maybe."
Derek paused with one knee on their bed. Laura's eyes raked down his naked
body, taking in his plumped dick.
"You're going to breed it?" she asked with a disbelieving laugh. "It doesn't
even have full consciousness. You're such a deviant, Derek."
Derek frowned and got all the way on the bed. Immediately Stiles started
scooting on his hand and knees towards Derek, awkward but eager, his thick tail
flicking happily above his small white ass. It showed off his tiny dark red
hole, his heat a slick around it.
"Uncle Peter said our family used to own a few right before he was born," Derek
said defensively. He palmed Stiles' back and watched the boy's tail shiver in
anticipation. Stiles was far past using words; instead his legs were simply
wantonly spread in invitation.
"You're not wrong." Laura shrugged. "Supposedly they go into heat around wolves
as a defensive measure. This one probably didn't even know he was crossing into
Hale land."
Fuck or fight – it made sense. Heats had to be triggered by the presence of a
fecund or fertile mate. Derek took his cock in hand, jacking it a few times to
full hardness – well, he definitely had seed to sow. Against Stiles' pinprick
of an asshole Derek's cock looked huge and implacable, and he wondered how he'd
get it in without destroying his new toy. Impatient, Stiles moaned and humped
the sheets.
He was going to give this thing what it wished for. Derek guided the head of
his dick to the slick kiss of Stiles' hole.
"You're not even going to stretch it?" Laura interrupted with mock-outrage.
"You always did play hard with your things."
"Stop being a back seat fucker, Laura," Derek grumbled. She always did this
when she caught him having sex.
Finally getting his dick into the tight clutch of Stiles' ass took a steady
shove. When the head of Derek's cock popped in, Stiles wailed his head off,
tearing at the sheets and sobbing, chirps interspersed with it all. Derek
paused half-way in.
"Holy --it came," Laura said, disbelieving. She reached under Stiles to his
belly and withdrew her hand; it was covered in glistening seed. "You didn't
even get all the way inside him." She smeared her dirty fingers over Stiles'
face, spreading his own come over his eyebrows, his nose, down to his mouth. He
suckled at her finger, moaning for more. "Jesus, Derek. You've caught yourself
a little whore."
"I'm not paying him," corrected Derek gruffly. He bottomed out with a harsh
snap of his hips and Stiles screamed around Laura's finger, convulsing.
Laughing, Laura wiped herself off on the bed. "You're paying for these sheets,
though. And don't you dare break him. I want his mouth later."
Derek growled. "Fuck off."
"What's yours is mine," Laura sing-songed, finally going to their chest of
drawers to get dressed. "I'm going into town. You two be good." Moments later
the door to the cabin slammed shut.
With a sigh Derek grabbed Stiles' wrists and leaned over him, aligning his
front with Stiles' back. Stiles' bushy tail was sinuously winding against
Derek's skin, a strange sensation. Wolves did not keep their tails in their
secondary forms.
"Puh – puh --- " Stiles spread his legs even wider, almost doing the splits on
the bed.
"Please?" Derek wondered, wrapping a hand around Stiles' neck from the front
and biting at the back of his boy's neck. Stiles shrieked at sensation of teeth
on his skin and Derek couldn't help his chuckle. Stiles was – cute. "Hush. I'm
not going to eat you. Just fuck you."
Stiles nodded frantically, pushing his ass back onto Derek's dick even though
they were joined as snugly as could be. The first time Derek pulled out he
swore he heard Stiles sob in desperation, but Derek put an end to that soon
enough with stabbing thrusts into the tight ass before him. Putting one hand at
Stiles' chest, Derek found the soft nipples that he'd noticed earlier, a rose-
pink that Derek wanted to bite into redness.
With no warning Derek pulled out and flipped Stiles around. He grabbed one of
the boy's ankles and spread him wide for an easy fuck in, splitting Stiles back
open on his dick. Come-covered and tear-stained, Stiles' face was dumb with
sex, his mouth lolling open.
"There we go," Derek encouraged. Normally he didn't talk – mostly because he
hated being talked back to. But this thing was hardly capable of a single word,
much less a sentence. It freed Derek's tongue. "Wonder how many fucks it'll
take before you start coming dry."
Like before in the forest, Stiles looped his arms around Derek's neck as if it
were the only thing he could do. He stared up at Derek as Derek owned his body,
bending him into impossible shapes. When Derek hit too deep Stiles would bite
at his lip and make a pained noise that almost made Derek want to be gentle
with him. Almost.
"You are cute," admitted Derek on a slower thrust. For the first time he bent
and captured Stiles' lips, giving them a kiss. Stiles didn't seem to know what
to do – his eyes were wide and his lips unmoving. Derek pulled back,
disappointed, but with a sudden shake of his head Stiles quickly followed Derek
up with a happy purr-like noise. He pressed their lips together awkwardly and
squirmed contently on Derek's cock. It felt almost like he was milking it.
After that Derek went a bit slower. Once he'd been given a single kiss Stiles
wouldn't let up – he started pouting when Derek refused to kiss him, his sharp
nails scrabbling over Derek's back. The only way to really shut him up was to
fuck him hard, and that's what Derek did. Stiles came twice more, screaming
each time. His voice had gone hoarse like he'd been taking Derek's cock down
his throat and not his ass, and the thought made Derek rough again.
"'s right," Derek said meaninglessly, turning Stiles so that they were on their
sides, Stiles' tail curled up an around his own hip. Like this they couldn't
kiss and Stiles started to pout again – and Derek needed to put an end to that
or Laura would never let him hear the end of how a boy whipped him. "No
pouting." This time instead of kissing Stiles he lifted his hand and spanked
him, quick slaps on the side of his ass that was facing up. A few times Derek
caught the edge of Stiles' fur.
Ten slaps later and Stiles was mewling on the bed, trying to hide in the curl
of Derek's body.
That was when the front door opened and Laura walked in, a clutch of bloodied
rabbits in her hand.
If Stiles had been crying before, the smell of blood and the sight of a half-
turned werewolf had him terrified. He went stock-still against Derek, staring
across the room at Laura's form and her catch.
"Are we going to eat him, too, when you're done fucking him?" Laura asked
crudely, flicked her claws out at Stiles as she walked by to their small
kitchen. Stiles yelped and bared his sharp teeth, then pressed tightly to
Derek's front.
Annoyed, Derek growled. "No one is eating him."
At the words Stiles relaxed slightly. He obviously was regaining some of his
limited faculty with each orgasm, the heat dissipating at last. Wrapping a hand
around Derek's wrist, Stiles urged Derek to follow as he got back on his hands
and knees.
A laugh from the kitchen wafted in but Derek ignored it, picking up the pace
and fucking his toy.
As Derek finally started to get close to coming, he slammed Stiles deeply into
the sheets, biting at his shoulders and leaving sluggishly bleeding marks.
Whatever fear of Derek's teeth had been there earlier, Stiles seemed mostly
over it now as he keened into the bed. The smells of dinner came in from the
other room, and Derek increased his speed, watching the hole he was buried in
take his cock so perfectly.
"Hurry up, Derek," Laura commanded. "Soups on and it'll be ready in twenty. I
still want its mouth."
Derek came with a grunt, pinning Stiles to the bed and filling his ass up with
the seed he'd earned. Then Derek waited, unable to help his small grin.
"Ahhh --- " started the cry, Stiles flailing one arm out in front of him as his
ass stretched like it never must have before. His squirming did nothing but
lock them together more tightly, and Derek groaned at the feeling of Stiles
pulling at his knot helplessly. It was painful but oh so good.
"Fuck – " Laura swiftly entered the room, annoyance writ on her face. "Derek!
Goddamnit, I told you I wanted his mouth. Why are you knotting him?"
"I don't care what you do," Derek replied with a blissed out look, body
shuddering with the long waves of his orgasm. He patted Stiles' back like an
obedient dog or a horse that had given him a good ride. "Just don't jostle him
too much."
Cursing under her breath, Laura shucked her jeans and underwear off and jumped
up onto the bed. Stiles watched her with half-shut eyes, and she gently knocked
him on the head.
"Rise and shine, sweetie. Time for Laura's turn." That said Laura slid down the
bed and spread her legs, encouraging Stiles' face to her cunt. Her fingers
slipped on his shorn haircut, and she frowned. "We're going to have to grow his
hair out. I need something to tug."
"Hmm," Derek replied, not caring either way at just that second. He loved the
feel of a hot, accepting body around him, his cock taking over flesh and
leaving its mark. As he came back to earth, Derek started to pet Stiles' tail,
the bushy fur softer than it looked. The wet sound of licking reached his ears,
and when he tuned in further Derek could hear Stiles purring like he had
earlier, so happy to take what they gave him.
Clearing his balls, Derek shook his dick free and let Stiles finally collapse
onto the bed. After the slight interruption Stiles continued licking up into
Laura, face shiny and lips bruised.
She came with a single moan, clasping Stiles' face to her cunt with a hand
around his neck. Fucked out, all three of them laid out across the bed. Free of
Laura's grip, Stiles hesitantly pulled back, going to a kneeling position. He
slipped a hand to his backside, ignoring his flicking tail to poke at the drip
of seed from his abused hole. Sloe-eyed, he met Derek's stare.
"Yes," Derek said gruffly. He stuck two of his fingers up Stiles ass, feeling
his own seed and reveling in his claim. "I put that there. Little piece of me
you can be proud to carry around."
From her languid position Laura smiled. "Why are you bothering to talk dirty?
He doesn't understand."
Stiles whipped his head around to her. "I..."
Laura cocked an eyebrow and sat up. She dipped a finger to her cunt to coat it
with her juices, then raised it to Stiles' lips. She painted them softly, a
shimmering layer of sex left behind.
Whatever words Stiles had been trying to form evaporated, his eyes going blank
and needy. He licked greedily at her juices.
"So," Laura said, self-satisfied. "We're keeping him?"
"Yes," Derek immediately agreed.
"He can't sleep here, though. He'd get the bed all dirty with his humping."
Derek pet firmly down Stiles' back, smearing his come over the boy's shoulders
and into his furred rump. "We can build a cage. Put it outside. Should be far
enough away his scent won't keep us up."
"Sounds good," Laura said. "I can grab one of those high-voltage electric
electric collars and attune it to our land. It's well-marked so he won't even
want to leave, but still – have to be safe. Just think what a hunter would do
if they found him."
Derek frowned and glanced at Stiles' sweet pink lips, his peaked nipples, his
hazy, pretty eyes.
"Don't get attached, Der," Laura said quietly. "It's not a good idea."
"I'm not," Derek said, furrowing his brow. "Get the collar tomorrow. I'll be
the one to put it on him."
A smile curved over Laura's face. "Good. Now hurry up. Food's ready." She
levered off the bed, threw new clothes on, and went to wash up in the kitchen.
On the bed Derek curled a hand around Stiles' middle, pulling him close and
pressing their chests together. He searched the boy's eyes, looking for that
spark of banter he'd had for one moment in the woods when Derek had found him.
"You want to stay here, don't you?" Derek whispered, quiet enough Laura
wouldn't be able to hear. "With us?"
Stiles stared up, mouth opening and eyes flicking to Derek's lips. He said
nothing.
"You want to be with me," Derek said more forcefully. He twined their fingers
together and nipped at his boy's ear. "Together."
Biddable, Stiles nodded.
“That's right.” Derek looped Stiles' tail around his wrist and pulled his rump
up, listening to his chitters. “Such a good boy.”
End Notes
     prompt & follow at ya3ani
      
     I try to tag very deliberately. Though the story is marked as
     containing hints of Derek/Laura, there's not an incest tag because
     there is no actual incest. In this story werewolf culture is a bit
     harsh and antediluvian; nakedness among family, sharing beds, seeing
     each other have sex: those are all natural and expected. With the
     death of their pack, these non-human aspects have been emphasized
     even more in Derek and Laura. Hence the fact that they share a bed;
     that Laura has seen Derek have sex before; that they don't mind
     seeing each other orgasm. So while there is absolutely no touching
     between them, their closeness may be offputting to some readers. If
     any of the above situations sound like a bit too much, please give
     this a pass.
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