FIC: Teen Wolf -- The Ties That Bind

[the_deep_magic]

Title: Mating Games Week 4 Challenge: The Ties That Bind
Author: the_deep_magic
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,624
Warning: knotting
Disclaimer: knot mine (Get it? Get it? Because...)
Summary: Stiles might never have wanted it, but he has it now.
A/N: Okay, here's the deal with this one.  The first draft was close to 4,000 words long and starting to develop a plot -- not so good when I needed a 750-word cut of porn.  The plotty version isn't ready yet, but I hate to go without posting a bit of expansion for the reveal, so in the end there will be three versions of this fic.  O_o

Derek walks quietly into their room in case Stiles is still sleeping, but now the footsteps bring him to full alertness in a second.  The sheet slides down, revealing Stiles bare chest, only a few smears of blood left.  Derek places his hand over Stiles’ heart where the puncture marks have almost faded.  “I’m sorry.  I know you didn’t want this.”

Stiles puts his hands over Derek and gives him a hard look.  “I wanted to live.  And I gave you permission a long time ago if it was the only way.”

Derek tries to hold his eyes, but can’t.  “It still wasn’t what you wanted.”

He feels, just as much as hears, Stiles heave a sigh.  “Don’t you dare apologize.  I made it ten years.  Ten years without a fatal injury.  Considering what we do, that’s got to be some kind of a record.”

The mischievous spark in Stiles’ eyes makes Derek’s lip quirk up; he can’t help it.  “I couldn’t let you go.”

“Thank fuck for that,” Stiles says, his mouth breaking into a full-on grin.  “Hey, there’s something I’ve always meant to ask you.  Real wolf packs, they’re headed by alpha pairs, right?”

It’s Derek’s turn to grin.

&&&

“So you’re both alphas now?” Isaac asks incredulously.

Stiles answers before Derek can.  He’s pretty sure that’s going to become a thing now; he’d better get used to it.  “We were mated before.  That didn’t change when he turned me.”

Erica raises her hand, actually raises her hand.  “So if Daddy won’t let me borrow the car, does that mean that I can ask Mommy to—”

“Nobody borrows the Camaro,” Derek snarls. 

Stiles slaps Derek across the chest with the back of his hand – he’s always done that, but now he doesn’t flinch and try to shake the pain out of his hand.  “Chill.  Everything stays the same.  I’m not going to order you around—”

“More than you already do,” Boyd mutters.

“It’s going to be a little… strange… at first,” Derek pipes up.

“But mostly it means you don’t get to beat the shit out of me during training,” Stiles says, then turns on Erica.  “Don’t think I haven’t been keeping score all this time.”

She scoffs loudly, but Derek has to bite back a laugh.  They’re all in for it now.

Including Derek.

Shit.

&&&

Luckily, Stiles has some catching up to do.  He’d worked hard to train his human body, but he’s still getting used to his heightened reflexes and no matter what he says, he still has some control issues.  Jackson can attest to that.  And he still can’t pin Derek.

“Oh my god,” Stiles says afterward, only a little out of breath.  “That was fucking insane.”

Derek tries to hide the pride swelling in his chest – Stiles was always a fighter, devious and resourceful, but soon he’s going to be nearly unstoppable, and his ego’s going to be unstoppable once he figures that out.  He only means to reward Stiles with a quick kiss, but Stiles is running high on adrenaline and new werewolf stamina and he turns them both to slam Derek up against a wall.

It’s not a hard hit, but it comes as such a shock that it knocks the breath out of Derek’s lungs for just a second.  Stiles smirks, eyes flashing red, and leans in, breathing hot across Derek’s open mouth.  “How do you like that, sourwolf?”

There’s a name Derek hasn’t heard in years, and it takes him spinning back through the years of their relationship.  It makes him think about the things Stiles can do now that he couldn’t before… and the things Derek can do to him.  Derek’s always had to hold back, and while it was always worth it, the prospect of letting loose is intoxicating.  Stiles grins and kisses him hard enough to knock Derek’s head back into the wall, and the slight burst of pain is quickly lost in the frenzy.  Derek supposes he’s got quite a few more head knocks coming before the scorecard is even.

Derek doesn’t let Stiles drag him to the bedroom; he pushes back, makes Stiles use more and more of his strength to take what he wants.  And Stiles is getting off on it like crazy, if the growing scent of arousal is any indication.  Not that Stiles isn’t used to taking the lead in the bedroom, but now he can smell just how much Derek likes it, hear it in the skip of his heart whenever Stiles forces him to take another step back. 

By the time they’re on the bed, Derek’s shirt is in actual shreds, and while they’re going to need to work on that later, for now, it’s hot as fuck.  “I can get you naked faster now,” Stiles sing-songs, and Derek can feel the point of a fang graze his earlobe.

“How do you want me?” Derek breathes, letting the tips of his claws out and raking them slowly down Stiles’ sides.  For the first time, he purposefully draws blood, and Stiles immediately pins him down by the shoulders and growls, an entirely animal sound that he’s never made before. 

The cuts heal almost immediately, but Stiles’ eyes stay red.  “You don’t need to try to provoke me,” he says, his voice a rumbling snarl.

“Maybe I want to,” Derek hisses back, and Stiles all but attacks him with his mouth. Submitting to Stiles as a human was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating, but submitting to Stiles as an alpha satisfies something in the very marrow of his animal bones.  Derek would never have given him the bite if he hadn’t been an inch from death, and he may always feel a twinge of guilt, but his wolf howls this is how it was always meant to be.

Derek grabs the lube from the nightstand and quickly preps himself.  He can tell by the curl of Stiles’ lip that Stiles wants to be the one with his fingers buried in Derek, stretching him open, but they both know Stiles’ tenuous control over his claws could put a stop to this immediately.  So Stiles settles for latching his mouth on to Derek’s neck, sucking hard.  It’s almost too much for Derek to take.

When Derek is fucking himself on three fingers, Stiles licks his way up to Derek’s ear.  “On your stomach.  That okay?”

Derek kisses Stiles quickly but deeply, leaving no room for doubt as he rolls over onto his stomach and pulls one knee up, opening himself to Stiles in no uncertain terms.  “Oh my god, Derek,” he hears in a harsh whisper behind him.  It’s not like Stiles has never seen him like this before, but Stiles’ new wolf has never been presented with submission like this and Derek smiles into his folded arms, because it’s got to be making Stiles crazy.

Still, he’s not quite expecting it when Stiles pushes three fingers in and hooks them just right, unrelenting pressure on Derek’s sweet spot and he cries out, his cock curved up to his belly and leaking a little more with each push of Stiles’ fingers.  His need is heightened to a level he’s never felt before, and it must be the new strength of the bond between them.  He’s totally unprepared for it, and he feels like a teenager ready to go off at the slightest touch again.  “S-Stiles, if you want this to last more than a few seconds—“

“Shh,” Stiles whispers, but it’s a little shaky.  “I’ve got you.”  He eases up on Derek’s prostate, but keeps pumping three fingers into him, and the fullness is so, so good, but it’s not enough.

Derek can feel the bed shifting behind him as Stiles rises to his knees, getting himself in possession.  “Guess I get to see if that ‘werewolf stamina’ is a myth or not.”

Derek groans loudly, because Stiles as a human had built an improbable level of stamina to keep up with Derek.  God only knows what he’ll be capable of now. 

Stiles slides home in one long, achingly slow push, Derek’s body more receptive than it’s ever been.  Stiles must feel it, too, that ache that’s more than his own, because his voice catches on Derek’s name over and over as he stays buried to the hilt, draped over Derek’s back.

The burn subsides quickly, and Derek needs friction, needs to feel Stiles thrusting deep into him.  “Stiles, move,” Derek growls with all the authority he can muster.

Stiles’ answering growl has Derek shuddering even before his hips start a steady pace that has the entire bed rocking.  It’s familiar – good, always good, but a little too familiar.  “You’re holding back,” Derek grunts, pushing back against Stiles’ thrusts the best he can in this position.  “Don’t.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Stiles gasps, shoving in deep and holding.

The idea that Stiles could hurt him is a lot less laughable now than it was a few days ago, but they both need this, to find out how they fit together now.  “You won’t,” Derek murmurs, aware that Stiles can hear him perfectly well.

Stiles bends and presses a hot, sucking kiss to the back of Derek’s neck.  “I love the hell out of you,” he whispers.  “Nothing can change that.”

Then he immediately sets about fucking Derek into oblivion.

Stiles’ fingers wrapped around his hips and Stiles’ cock pounding hard into him are a little painful, but the pleasure of being taken so forcefully and surely by his mate overrides everything else and Derek bites back on a whine.  He has to brace his arms against the headboard, which is already making small cracking sounds on Stiles’ every thrust.

“Okay, Derek,” Stiles says, breathless but not pausing.  “I let go.  Now you.”

He presses a hand between Derek’s shoulder blades, fingers spreading wide across the tattoo, and finds the angle that makes Derek wail.  Normally, Stiles can only hold this position for a few minutes at a time before his legs start to tremble, but now he could fuck Derek for hours like this if he wanted to, and the thought of it makes Derek moan, his cock hanging heavy and untouched.

Derek’s so lost in it that it takes him a few moments to realize that Stiles’ thrusts have shortened, slowed down a little.  It takes a harder push to get their hips flush and a stronger pull to get them apart.  All at once Stiles freezes, nothing but the tip of his cock still inside Derek, and when Derek cranes his head up, Stiles is staring down, his mouth open.

“Am I – holy fuck, Derek, do I have a knot?”

Derek knows born alphas do, but he’d never stopped to think…  “Touch the base of your cock,” Derek says, trying and failing to keep his voice even.  “Is it sensitive?”

Stiles wraps a hand around himself and immediately shudders.  “Holy god.”

So that would be a yes.  “Do it.”

Stiles’ mouth falls open.  “You want me to—”

“Fucking tie me with it, yeah.”

“But you’ve never… And I’ve sure as hell never…”

“Don’t care.  I need it.”  Derek’s voice drops almost an octave.  “You do, too.”

Stiles nods, never breaking eye contact, and Derek wishes he could watch Stiles’ face as they do this, but Stiles has always been much more comfortable on his stomach when Derek has knotted him before.  So Derek drops back into position.

Even with his fingers holding Derek as far apart as possible, it takes Stiles a few wriggling thrusts to work the swelling knot in, and Derek can hear Stiles’ heartbeat skyrocket every time the hypersensitive bulge meets the stretched rim of Derek’s hole.  He’s prepared for the burn – Stiles has told him it’s intense, but not unbearable – but when Stiles is finally in, their bodies locking together, Derek is completely blindsided by the fullness, the growing pressure.  It’s so overwhelming he can’t move, can’t make a sound.  This is Stiles staking pure, animal claim over everything Derek is, something so far beyond the sexual that Derek is sure even Stiles doesn’t have words for it.

Stiles has fallen forward on his hands, breath coming out in panting sobs against the back of Derek’s neck as he tries to thrust, but can’t.  Instead, he has to make hard circles with his hips, pressing against places inside Derek he never knew existed, but even that comes to a halt when Stiles’ knot is at its full size.  It feels huge inside Derek; it hurts, yes, but it also feels like something vital he never knew he was missing until just now.

All Stiles can do now is grind against Derek, and when he hits the right spot at the same time that his teeth clamp down on the back of Derek’s neck, Derek comes in a white-hot rush of agonizing pleasure, his untouched cock spurting hard all over the sheets.  But Stiles has got him held fast from neck to hips, so all he can do is jerk helplessly in the warm cage of Stiles’ embrace.  I’ve got you, he hears, even though Stiles isn’t saying it.

Stiles starts to come with Derek’s final hard shudder, and he releases Derek’s neck to throw his head back and howl.  Derek has never felt so proud, so desperately in love with another being than at that moment.  He belongs to Stiles.  He always has, but his wolf is more sated, more at ease than it’s ever been.

Stiles is still coming when his arms give out and he collapses onto Derek’s back.  Derek shakes a little with laughter, and he’s got just enough strength to stretch out his leg and lower them both to the bed so Stiles can sprawl on top of him and just enjoy it.  Stiles moans Derek’s name again and again, mouthing loosely at his shoulder as his body pumps more and more of his seed into Derek.  Derek thinks Stiles passes out when he’s done.

&&&

Derek stops trying to estimate the amount of time they’ve been locked together.  When Stiles regained consciousness, they began the delicate and hilariously awkward process of trying to lie spooned together on their sides.  Derek’s used to being able to do it as the big spoon, easily maneuvering Stiles’ lighter body against his own.  But Stiles is obviously new to this, so it takes some verbal coordination and more than a few painful tugs before they’re comfortable.

But once they are, Derek is back in that warm, sated place in his mind that he’s pretty sure he shares with Stiles now.  Stiles is wrapped around him like an octopus, and god knows that’s never been an uncommon occurrence, but now he’s the one filling up Derek from the inside, holding him captive. 

Stiles shifts on the bed to kiss Derek’s shoulder, and it jostles the knot inside him just enough to press on some nerves that make his spent cock twitch.  “You really like this, don’t you?” Stiles says, his voice full of quiet amazement.  “Being knotted?”

“Don’t you?  When I do it, I mean?”

“Of course,” Stiles laughs.  “But I didn’t know if you would, with your whole… y’know… thing.”

Something occurs to Derek suddenly.  “You haven’t said it yet.”

Stiles doesn’t even have to ask for clarification.  “Oh my god, I haven’t!  Can I say it now?  I don’t want to kill the mood.”

Derek heaves a put-upon sigh, even though he knows Stiles can hear his heartbeat kick up.  “Just get it over with.”

Stiles gets his lips right behind Derek’s ear, and what comes out is a growled whisper that has Derek quivering.  “I’m the alpha now.”

Nope, definitely not killing the mood.


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