Picture this. Stiles goes in charging. Bat swinging. Whatever big bad was in the way is now broken and bloody. Thing is, so is Stiles. He reaches Derek. Bleeding. Obviously tortured. The rest of the pack is there by the time Stiles has him standing. But that was the problem. Adrenaline just doesn't keep you upright. It Also dulls pain. So when he grunts, it's Derek's hands that hold him up despite him being hurt just as badly. The two of them look at each other and they both know that it was going to be a much longer conversation.
"Heeey, Sourwolf." Stiles smiles weakly. He stumbles forward a little and Derek tightens his grip on his waist. "Youāre always there for me. So big and strong andā¦manly."
Itās the blood loss talking, probably. Derek has heard about that. He needs to tell themā¦they need to take Stilesā¦take him toā¦Where should they take him again?
He doesnāt know the word right now. Somewhere he doesnāt bleed so much.
"You need to stop bleeding so much," he manages, vision darkening at the corners.
Heās not on the ground anymore. Heās standing up. Stiles was holding him a moment ago. Are those his legs? They look weird. Knees are supposed to bend out, notā¦in?
"Derek," Stiles says sluggishly, "I donāt, uhāfeel any pain."
Is that good or bad?
"I donāt want to give you any," he says. He canāt really tell if it makes sense or not. He thinks he can give paināor take it maybe? But one thing feels very clear to him. "I donāt want you to feel pain, Stiles."
Stiles smiles and his eyelids flutter. "Thatās so nice of you. Always knew you were nice."
Suddenly Stiles becomes heavier and his eyes are shut now. Derek canāt hold him up anymore, his stupid legs are bent and useless. He lets Stiles fall on top of him.
Heās still breathing. Where are the others? He needs to tell themā¦
Someone comes rushing through the trees.
"Stiles!"
Itās Scott. Derek knows Scottās voice, and heās happy that heās here, even though he canāt see him. Everything is dark now.
"You have to take him toā¦his bloodāā
"Derek, stay with me," Scott says.
"Please, heās gonna run out."
"Weāve got him, Derek. Stiles is in an ambulance."
He canāt feel his legs anymore, and not Stilesā weight against him either.
"Derek, heās gonna be fine. You need to stay with me, man. Why are you not healing?"
Stiles is going to be fine. And heās not in pain. Derek isnāt either.
All is well, he thinks as Scottās voice grows distant and the forest floor rises and falls with him, like heās on a ship far out on the ocean somewhere. Itās good out here. He wants to stay here.
He cries out at a sudden sickening pain in his arm and shoulder, like someone is trying to rip it off. It doesnāt stop, and the agony burns through him and makes him shift. He can see again.
"Iām sorry, man," Scott says. "I had to trigger it." He draws his claws out of Derekās arm where they had been plunging and twisting.
Derek breathes harshly through the pain. After a while he can feel his joints and bones slowly shifting into place.
"Can you walk?"
He looks down at his knees. They still donāt look normal, but he could probably manage.
"Stiles," he says, voice rough.
"Stiles is in the hospital. Theyāre taking care of him. Letās get you home."
"No," Derek says. "Hospital first."
It takes hours before they let him in to see Stiles. Scott had made him change his clothes, which was probably a good idea, seeing as they were drenched in his and Stilesā blood and whatever goo from the creature Stiles had beaten to death.
Stiles is lying down in his hospital bed, propped up by a large pillow. He looks pale and weak, but he gives Derek a big dopey grin when he enters.
"Hey there, wolfman."
"Are you in pain?" Derek asks.
"Nope," Stiles grins, popping the p.
Derek sits down on the chair next to Stiles and takes his hand into his anyway.
"Thanks for holding me up," he says quietly.
Stiles gives a light squeeze, and his hand feels cold and limp in Derekās.
"Thatās what we do, big guy. You and me." Stiles closes his eyes for a moment and opens them againāsoft and brown and beautiful.
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For the prompt thing! #3 from the super sappy lines list + stiles/derek šāØ
āItās always been you.ā
Derek didnāt sleep. He needed to, because heād been fighting and then injured and then healing for most of the night, but he couldnāt. He lay there, propped up on pillows, and stared at Stiles asleep in the chair beside the bed.
It couldnāt have been comfortable sleeping like that, and judging by the angle of his head, Stiles was going to have a crick in his neck when he woke up. But right now he was deeply asleep, his breathing slow and even.
Stiles, who had hauled him out of harmās way yet again. Stiles, who had carted him home and bandaged the wounds that werenāt healing fast enough. Stiles, whoād always stood by him, whoād always come back for him, whoād always protected him, even when they hadnāt liked each other. Stiles was there for him in a way no one else had been since Laura had died.
At some point in the past several years, his anchor had stopped being anger and had started being this fiercely protective, fiercely sarcastic, fiercely loving man sleeping at his bedside. Derek knew that, and yet, the knowledge still took his breath away.
His heart twisted painfully, and he closed his eyes.
Itās you, he thought. Itās always been you. It will always be you.
Derek reached over and took Stilesās hand, dangling off the arm of the chair. Stiles made a soft noise, but that was the only indication that he noticed anything.
It felt like taking hold of the only thing in his life that made sense.
Derek squeezed his hand gently. āWe need to talk when you wake up.ā
The only response was a quiet snore.
Derek closed his eyes and finally managed to fall asleep, this time with a smile on his face.
help me pls! in this fic Stiles was in a burning house (i think the Hale house)& the sprinklers had water with mountain ash in it, he was getting hit with it (he might have been a werewolf) because he was trapped i think& then Derek came bursting in& held himself over Stiles& his entire back on his body was getting soaked with it. then theyāre in the same hospital room& derek is hanging above his bed by straps bc his skin is badly damaged& stiles demands to be rolled over so they can hold hands
I know this one! - Anastasia
Divided We Stand by KouriArashi
(29/29 I 156,742 I Mature I Sterek)
Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didnāt expect and arenāt sure they approve ofā¦.
Hey how are ya? Thanks for all u do its awesome. Could you update hurt derek?
here you go
Turn Yourself Toward Home by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz)Ā (1/1 | 30,065 | R)
Hunter's took over and four Protected Territories remain to take in Supernaturals. Beacon Hills is one of them. They destroy the Camp holding many Supernaturals, rescuing those inside. Stiles, Derek, and his Betas end up separated from the others taking longer to get home.
Altered by GameCakeĀ (8/8 | 30,125 | NC17)
āMaybe I can try? My door gets stuck like that all the time, Iām pretty much a pro by now.ā He offered, but didnāt wait for any kind of reply before he bent down and grabbed Derekās keys. He placed the key in the lock and turned it slowly, yet firmly, to the right. Derek could swear he saw Stiles tattoos shifting with the motion but he ignored it, thinking that it was probably due to the dim light and the muscles that shifted when Stiles moved his fingers. And, of course, then the door opened easily and with an audible click.
āHow did you do that?ā Erica asked.
āIām magic.ā Stiles disappeared into his apartment.
The group was motionless in stunned silence for a couple minutes. āI told you!ā Erica whisper-shouted.
Golden Amber by Stereksale7Ā (1/1 | 2,878 | R)
In which Stiles, being bullied for his unique eye color all his life, decides to get colored contacts. Turns out he didn't need to hide his eyes after all.
Antibiosis by inatshejĀ (1/1 | 2,152 | NC17)
''Don't you have someone else to steal vegetables from?'' asks Derek, wondering if it's just a feeling that Stiles had a group of friends. Stiles doesn't answer.The problem is, they spend fucking time together.
I'll take you home by IndigosoulĀ (1/1 | 1,035 | NR)
āWhy do you care?ā asked Derek again.āBecause, Derek, we are going to be great friendsā he said with a big smile on his face.
Derek deserves good things...Stiles is one of them...
It's A Process by saruma_akiĀ (1/1 | 4,195 | G)
"Healing takes awhile," is what Stiles whispered to him, his fingers carding gently through his hair. "But it's okay," he whispered, twisting a small piece of the locks in a gentle fashion, looking at him with understanding eyes, "I'll help you through it."
Shitty Little Things in Boxes by inatshejĀ (1/1 | 3,577 | NC17)
Derek looked over Stiles' books and all the other shitty little things he was bent on keeping, not caring about them being Stiles' possessions anymore and gripping them tightly, crying over each and every one that struck a memory in him, crying even more when he didn't recognise another small nonsense because apparently, that's what was left of his life with Stiles. Shitty little things in boxes.Ā
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Fandom: Teen WolfāØ
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
āØWords: 5,459
āØRating: Mature
āØContent Notes: Canon-typical violence off-screen and some wound treatment.
Derek stumbled and saved himself from falling by catching his shoulder on a tree. He hissed as the motion jarred the hand he had clamped over the gashes in his side and took a moment to catch his breath, ears straining to catch any sound of his pursuers. Leaves rustled under quiet footfalls to the east and Derek took off running again.
He didn't have a destination beyond getting away, and he wasn't sure that he could do even that. These woods were unfamiliar, and while he might be able to keep one step ahead under the cover of the thick forest, he didnāt know what he would do if he got to the edge of the trees. Luckily for him, the forest had been getting thicker for the past twenty minutes, so he didn't seem to be in danger of running out of woods yet. Running out of energy was another story: the gashes in his side were still weeping blood without any sign of stopping, and the new moon hiding up with the sun overhead wasn't doing anything to help out his stamina levels.
Derek happened upon a clearing a few minutes later, a small, squared-off house sitting in the center of the glade. Derek paused and listened for a moment. He couldn't pick out a heartbeat from within the house, but there was a rhythmic clattering noise that sounded like typing. A vampire, Derek hoped, and crossed the clearing in quick strides to knock on the door.
The door swung open a moment later to reveal a pale man whose eyes went black as he took a breath in. Derek belatedly realized that it might not be the best idea to meet a strange vampire with an open wound that had been bleeding down his side for the past hour.
"Wow, okay," the vampire shook his head and rubbed at his eyes. "I was not prepared for this at all." The vampire opened his eyes again, and this time they were amber brown. "What's going on? You look like you're in all kinds of trouble. Why don't you come inside, is someone chasing you?"
"Um, yes." Derek came in as the vampire stepped back to make room for him.
"What are they? Why aren't you healing?"
Derek wondered if this man ever asked only one question at a time. "They're alphas."
"Alphas, plural?" The vampire wrinkled his nose. "Like a coalition of packs? What did you do?"
Derek shook his head. "They're just alphas, I don't think they have any betas at all."
The vampire clucked his tongue. "How very medieval of them. Follow me, I've got some salve that might be able to help speed up your healing. I'm Stiles, by the way."
"I'm Derek," Derek said as he followed Stiles down the hall and into the kitchen. "You aren't worried about the alphas out there?"
"No" Stiles grinned at Derek over his shoulder, "my clearing is warded against ill-intent. I have a strict no-murderers-allowed policy."
Derek nodded, hesitantly optimistic that he found a safe haven.
Stiles pulled a big tupperware tub out of a cupboard once he reached the kitchen. He set it on the counter and fiddled with the lid for a moment before turning to look at Derek. "So, we've got some options here."
Derek nodded and waited for Stiles to continue.
"Option one is we apply some of this salve to your wound every thirty minutes or so until it heals. Could take several hours until it's fully healed, and the ointment will hurt when it's applied, fair warning."
Derek nodded again, eyebrows pulling down. "What's in it?"
"It's a mix of coconut oil, aloe, calendula, witch hazel, rose geranium, and a little bit of wolfsbane that's been cured under the light of three full cycles of the moon."
Derek took a step back almost on instinct.
"Hey, now, it's okay. It's very little wolfsbane, just enough to counteract the alpha venom in your wound, and I only used climbing white in this batch, one of the mildest varieties around and nothing that's going to cause any heart failure."
Derek was not convinced. "What do you mean by 'alpha venom'?"
"How do you think alpha wounds work?" Stiles shrugged. "Alphas produce a venomous substance on their teeth and claws that slows down supernatural healing."
"I didn't know it was an actual poison with an antidote." Derek frowned.
"It hasn't been extensively studied, since for one thing nothing supernatural has been extensively studied and for another I don't think alphas in general are too keen to have their secrets exposed. Lucky for me one of my best friends is an alpha, and he's very amenable to being studied."
"Oh," Derek relaxed a little at that.
Stiles smirked. "Don't worry, I'm not just pulling this out of my ass. Here, you can smell it if you want." Stiles popped the top off of the tupperware and scooped up a glob of the salve on two fingers that he held out towards Derek.
Derek took a hesitant step forward and sniffed delicately at Stiles' fingers. He sneezed as the sour scent of wolfsbane hit his nose.
"If it makes you feel better," Stiles paused to wipe off his fingers and pull a wooden box out of the same cupboard the salve had come from, "I have the same strain of wolfsbane right here to burn into an antidote if you end up having a reaction to the wolfsbane in the salve for whatever reason."
Derek nodded slowly and resisted the impulse to take another step back when Stiles opened the box to reveal a heap of dried, white flower petals. "You said this was option one."
Stiles nodded, a faint smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
"What's option two?"
"Vampire saliva actually has extensive healing properties, believe it or not. It won't counteract the alpha venom, per say, but it should kick your healing factor into overdrive so you can heal an alpha wound like another alpha would be able to."
"That sounds safer."
"The salve should be perfectly safe, if a little painful," Stiles defended before hunching in on himself a little. "I have to admit I'm a little worried, though, no one that I've ever tried it on has had a sneezing reaction like that just to smelling it -- none of them have ever really been able to detect the wolfsbane except that it stings on contact with the skin." Stiles frowned and looked back up at Derek, his gaze sharp. "You wouldn't happen to be a born werewolf, would you?"
Derek raised his eyebrows. "I am, but what does that have to do with anything?"
"I've heard that born werewolves are more sensitive to wolfsbane than the bitten, but I've never known a born werewolf well enough to actually test the theory." Stiles glanced between his salve and Derek. "I guess it's true. Maybe another time we could do some more thorough testing without actually introducing any wolfsbane to your blood in such close quarters to your heart."
Derek shifted his weight and hugged his arms a little tighter to his chest under Stiles' intense gaze.
"So," Stiles shook himself and clapped his hands together, "I guess we'll go with option two, if you don't mind the two of us getting a little close and personal. Of course, there is always option three, where we just get you bandaged up and drinking plenty of fluids while we wait for things to run their course naturally. It doesn't look like that cut is anything immediately life-threatening as long as you keep up the supernatural blood regeneration."
Derek ducked his head. "I don't mind close."
"Okay, well, lucky me, because you smell like you're going to taste delicious." Stiles grinned as he put away the salve and the dried wolfsbane. "Now how about we get you some juice and get you sitting somewhere comfortable." Stiles started towards the refrigerator, then stopped and looked down at his hands. "And maybe I should wash up. Don't want to take any risks cross-contaminating you with wolfsbane."
Derek waited while Stiles washed his hands thoroughly, then accepted a glass of apple juice that Stiles handed him as Stiles ushered him out of the kitchen.
"How do you feel about the couch?" Stiles asked. "You could lay down and get comfy during the procedure. I would probably have to, like, lay on top of you, though, so I don't know if you'd be into that. Um, the other option is just the floor, I guess. The rug is actually pretty thick, and there's a lot more space to spread out."
Derek considered the couch for only a moment before turning to the rug. "The floor is good." He wasn't really sure how he might react to someone laying on top of him and licking him.
"Okay," Stiles nodded, "probably the best choice. Let me just move this." Stiles grabbed the coffee table and moved it from the center of the rug out of the way to up against the wall. "There we are. Um, hopefully this isn't too dusty." Stiles sat and patted the rug and eyed the resulting puff of dust critically. "Not like I live in filth or anything, but usually I don't have guests laying on the floor. Why don't I just get the vacuum real quick so we avoid any more sneezy werewolf incidents." Stiles was up and out of the room by the time he finished speaking, only to return a moment later with a vacuum.
Derek winced at the noise and retreated back to the kitchen until Stiles was finished cleaning.
Stiles was grinning at Derek from his seat on the rug when Derek returned. "Don't worry, I put away the scary vacuum."
Derek growled and bared fangs at him.
Stiles just laughed and patted the space next to him, this time without provoking a cloud of dust. "Come over here are get comfortable, big guy."
Derek sat next to Stiles, wincing as his wound pulled tight with the movement.
Stiles' nostrils flared at the fresh rush of blood down Derek's side. "Okaaaay." Stiles' eyes faded out to black for a moment before returning to brown. "Why don't you get that shirt off for me and lay down so I can see what we're up against."
Derek started to take off his shirt, biting his lip when raising his arm pulled the gashes wider.
"Okay, no." Stiles grabbed Derek's arm and pulled it down against his side again. "I'm gonna go get a towel for the rug and some scissors to just cut this shirt off, there's no point in you hurting yourself more to take it off when it's already ruined."
Derek nodded and Stiles took off down the hallway. When he came back he spread out a towel behind Derek then knelt down next to him with a pair of scissors in his hands.
"You good with me doing this?" Stiles asked, eyes wide and earnest.
Derek nodded again and Stiles cracked a smile.
"You're really not the talkative type, huh? Why don't you drink your juice for me while I take care of the shirt. I don't want you passing out on me."
Derek grabbed his juice from where he had set it on the ground and gulped it down while Stiles cut Derekās shirt carefully over Derek's shoulder and down the center of Derek's back.
"There," Stiles shifted around to face Derek, "now we should be able to slide this right off."
Derek set down his empty glass and pulled the shirt away from his wound. He had to be careful, since parts of it were stuck to the edges of his torn skin with dried blood. Stiles licked his lips and helped Derek slide the shirt off of his good side before balling up the blood-soaked cotton and tossing it into a trash can next to the couch.
"Great, now go ahead and lay down for me." Stiles' hands were cool against Derek's skin as he guided Derek to lay down on his side and then gently moved Derek's arm out of the way to expose Derek's wounds. Stiles tutted at the sight of the four deep, parallel gashes, then stooped down to drag his tongue across Derek's stomach, where fresh trails of blood were dribbling from the gashes.
Derek's muscles jumped and Stiles chuckled as he swallowed, looking up at Derek with pitchy eyes.
"Doing okay, Derek?"
"Fine," Derek snapped, staring at the couch leg in front of him and trying to ignore the way his cheeks were heating.
"Hey," Stiles' hand curled over his shoulder, thumb stroking gently against Derek's skin. "It's perfectly normal to respond to any human touch, there's nothing you need to be embarrassed about. And if I'm making you uncomfortable, just let me know and we can stop whenever you want, alright?"
Derek nodded, cheek dragging against the towel, still unwilling to meet Stiles' eyes.
"Okay, then." Stiles squeezed Derek's shoulder before sliding his hand away. "I'm just gonna clean up the rest of the blood on your skin so we can kind of ease into things, then we can get started with the actual, uh, treatment, if you will."
Derek nodded again and chanced a look down at Stiles, only to find him looking right back at him, eyes back to warm brown.
Stiles smiled a little before continuing. "I don't know if you're aware of all of the properties of vampire spit, but when it gets into your bloodstream it might cause a fairly intense physical reaction, depending on the person."
"I know about all the properties of vampire saliva, yes." Derek squirmed a little and Stiles took in a sharp breath above him.
"Okay," Stiles nodded to himself. "I'll just get back to it then."
Stiles proceeded to not move until Derek huffed out an irritated sigh and said, "Okay."
"There, that's not so hard, is it?" Stiles grinned before ducking his head and dragging the flat of his tongue against Derek's ribs.
Derek shivered and pulled his legs up to try to disguise the fact that he was very definitely starting to grow an inappropriate boner.
Stiles hummed and curled over Derek's body, lapping at Derek's skin until it was cleaned of blood. "There," Stiles murmured. "I'm going to lick into your cuts now, so brace yourself and stop me if you need a break."
"Okay," Derek grunted. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to watch Stiles watch him, then stuttered out an involuntary moan when Stiles dipped his tongue into the first gash. Pleasure bloomed bright across Derek's body, radiating out from the tear in his side. Stiles moved on to the next cut and Derek squirmed against the towel he was laying on, a high whine breaking loose from his throat. Stiles hushed him and set cool hands on Derek's shoulder and hip to hold him still. Stiles kept right on licking, and Derek kept right on whimpering and wriggling and making a fool of himself while each sweep of Stiles' tongue sent sparks of pleasure racing through him.
Stiles sat back on his heels and Derek cracked an eye open to look at him, taking in his satisfied expression and dark eyes. "There," Stiles smiled, reaching out to brush his fingers down Derek's side, "good as new."
Derek moved his arm so he could see for himself and sure enough, his skin was unbroken from shoulder to hip. "Wow," Derek said, tongue feeling thick in his mouth.
"Pretty impressive, huh?" Stiles blinked the black out of his eyes. "Side effects are kinda wonky, but the end-result is hard to argue with."
Derek shoved himself upright, only to go dizzy and fall as his elbow gave out on him. Stiles caught him on the way down.
"Hey, hey, easy now," Stiles cradled Derek against his chest, "you have lost quite a bit of blood today, you need to relax, probably eat something, and then take a nap."
Derek took a few deep breaths, then grumbled, "Do you even have food here?"
"Of course I have food. I'm not a complete social outcast, you know, I have friends that eat." Stiles' fingers slid into Derek's hair, starting to stroke Derek in a soothing rhythm that did nothing to help diminish the situation in Derek's pants.
Derek hummed and resisted the urge to rub his face across Stiles' shirt to smear him with Derek's scent. He wondered absently if he should even be able to get an erection after losing so much blood.
"Okay, sleepy," Stiles said after a while, jarring Derek out of his stupor, "I'm gonna go grab you something to eat and some more juice. You sit tight and try not to fall completely asleep on me, okay?" Stiles set Derek gently down on his back, this time avoiding the towel. Derek nodded and Stiles smiled at him before getting up and taking the slightly bloodied towel out of the room with him.
Derek took a few moments to run his fingers over the skin on his side, relishing it's wholeness. He had been dreading the days it might take to heal from an alpha wound left to his own devices. Eventually, Derek's attention was drawn back to the throbbing between his legs, which had done little to subside in the time since Stiles had stopped licking his aphrodisiac saliva into Derek's bloodstream. Derek took a brief moment to confirm Stiles was still busy clattering around the kitchen before slipping a hand between his legs and squeezing his aching cock. He bit his lip to stifle the moan that threatened to spill out of his mouth and stroked his thumb over his glans through his pants. He should really go find the bathroom and take care of himself before Stiles came back from the kitchen and found him like this, but Derek was exhausted, and even the idea of getting up and going anywhere made his legs ache, no matter how short the distance. He sighed and rubbed himself slowly where his cock was trapped against his thigh in his pant leg.
There was a sharp intake of breath from the doorway to the kitchen and Derek froze for a moment with his hand on his cock before he whipped it away, face flaming into a furious blush.
"Sorry," Derek choked out at Stiles, who was still standing frozen in the doorway with a plate and cup in his hands.
"No no no, don't apologize." Stiles rushed forward to kneel next to Derek, setting the plate and cup down out of the way next to them. "This is a perfectly normal and expected response to vampire spit, okay? And if you want me to, I'll leave the room right now and you can go to town, I'll go put on some headphones and everything so you can have some privacy. But, if you want, I'd really love to help you take care of this."
Derek stared at Stiles for a moment, processing what Stiles had just said. "You want to?"
"Uh, yes, like I have been exerting some serious self-control not to creepily hit on you like a vampire stereotype ever since you walked through the front door."
"... I wouldn't mind some help," Derek decided.
"Wait, really?" Stiles face split into a grin. "Oh my god, dude, you just wait, I am going to make you feel so good. Just, hang on," Stiles leapt to his feet, "let me go grab something."
Stiles rushed out of the room and left Derek still laying on the floor. Derek fiddled with his waistband and tried to decide if it would be sexy or not if he opened his pants while Stiles was out of the room.
Stiles came back before Derek could make up his mind, plopping down at Derek's hip again. Derek couldn't see that he had actually brought anything back with him, but Stiles was talking before Derek could open his mouth to ask about it.
"Yes, baby, let's get these off of you." Stiles' fingers joined Derek's at the front of his pants, where Derek had gotten as far as unbuckling his belt. Stiles deftly opened Derek's jeans, then scrambled down to Derek's feet to pull off his boots, the pants following right after. "Oh, you are gorgeous," Stiles breathed, kneeling between Derek's legs and dragging slow hands up Derek's torso from hips to shoulders, where Stiles wrapped his fingers around the tops of Derek's arms and leaned in close. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, the words a whisper of breath across Derek's mouth.
Derek nodded, eyes wide.
Stiles ducked in that last inch and pressed their mouths together ever so gently, as if Derek would disappear if Stiles acted too forcefully. Stiles lowered himself against Derek, and Derek shivered at the rub of Stiles' soft cotton T-shirt and sweatpants against his own naked skin. Stiles smiled into the kiss and pulled back.
"You like that, hm?" Stiles asked, wiggling against Derek and provoking another shiver. Derek growled and pulled Stiles in tighter against himself, unable to stop the roll of his hips when Stiles' thigh pressed against Derek's cock. Stiles rubbed his thigh against Derek's dick while he ducked down to carefully bite at the soft underside of Derek's jaw with blunt teeth.
Derek whined and threw back his head to bare his throat. Stiles stilled on top of him for a moment before pulling back and wrapping his fingers loosely around Derek's throat. A high, breathy sound escaped Derek mouth as his eyes fluttered closed.
"You like that, too." Stiles leaned in to kiss Derek again. "I can definitely work with that, sweetheart." Stiles pressed one more fleeting kiss to Derek's mouth before pulling back to kneel between Derek's legs again. "I wanna suck your cock, Derek," Stiles said, eyes dimming briefly to black.
"Yeah," Derek bit his lip and grabbed Stiles' hands where they were wrapped around Derek's hips.
"Good." Stiles grinned and pulled one of his hands away to yank a small bottle out of his pocket. "I also would really like to finger you, so I brought some lube."
Derek's breath hitched and Stiles' smile grew wider.
"Is that something else you like?"
"Yeah," Derek huffed, spreading his legs wider under Stiles' heated gaze.
"Okay, straight down to business." Stiles' eyes faded to black again and he sank down between Derek's legs, sending one last glance up at Derek before setting a gentle hand around the base of Derek's cock and sliding his tongue under Derek's foreskin.
Derek shuddered and dug his fingers into the plush rug underneath himself while Stiles teased all around Derek's cockhead with lips and tongue and ever-so-gentle grazes of teeth.
Stiles moaned when Derek started to drip pre-come, digging his tongue into Derek's slit as he lapped up the fluid. Derek grunted and tried to fuck up farther into Stiles' mouth, only for Stiles' hands to grab him by the hips and hold him in place while he kept on slurping at the head of Derek's cock.
"Stiles," Derek panted, throwing his head back and arching, "please, you're killing me."
Stiles pulled off of Derek's cock with a final wet suck. "But you taste so good, and you're <i>so wet</i> for me, Derek." Stiles stooped to kiss the center of Derek's chest and grab the lube. "I just wanna keep you dripping into my mouth like this for hours."
"No." Derek watched Stiles smear lube onto his fingers. "I'm way too tired for that."
"Fine," Stiles set down the lube and grinned at Derek, "we can try that idea tomorrow. For now," Stiles settled back on his haunches and stroked two slick fingers over Derek's hole, "I'm getting inside of you."
Derek shuddered and clamped his eyes shut as Stiles slid both those fingers into his ass, his hole aching with the sudden stretch.
"Too much?" Stiles asked, petting gently at Derek's side.
Derek shook his head and took some deep breaths, trying to relax into the strain while Stiles rubbed his fingers back and forth inside of him.
"Has it been a little while?" Stiles ducked down to nip at Derek's lips, following up the little stings of pain with sucking kisses.
"A bit," Derek mumbled into Stiles' mouth. He could hardly remember the last time he had done something like this with another person.
"We can slow down." Stiles mouthed his way across Derek's cheek.
Derek shook his head and chased after Stiles' mouth.
Stiles kissed him, hard, then withdrew with a chuckle. "No slowing down, got it." He started moving his fingers more and scissoring slightly as Derek's hole began to relax. "Yeah, that's right," Stiles murmured, mouthing down Derek's neck. He twisted his fingers inside Derek a few more times, and then Derek was gasping and clutching at Stiles' shoulders as Stiles' fingers skated over Derek's prostate. Stiles smiled against Derek's collarbone and curled his fingers against Derek's prostate, pushing until Derek thought he might piss himself from the pressure.
Derek couldnāt stop making noise while Stiles massaged his prostate and sucked on his nipples. Stiles slid back down between Derekās legs and made a delighted sound before dragging his tongue through the precome pooled on Derek's stomach.
"I love how wet you are for me," Stiles cooed, eyes fixed on the precome leaking out of Derek while Stiles rubbed harder at Derek's prostate. "How long can you keep dripping like this?" Stiles' eyes darted up to meet Derek's while he leaned down to suck Derek's cockhead into his mouth again, moaning while he stroked his tongue over Derek's slit.
"I don't know." Derek squirmed, hips caught between fucking up into Stiles' mouth or down onto Stiles' fingers. "No one's ever tried milking me before."
"That is a damn shame," Stiles mumbled against Derek's cock.
Derek shuddered and dug his fingers harder into the rug, trying to keep his claws sheathed. "I think I'm gonna come," he blurted a moment later.
"Yeah, do it." Stiles mouthed at Derek's balls. "I wanna see how much you can shoot for me, baby." Stiles sucked on each of Derek's balls, his fingers never slowing down their movement against Derek's prostate. He pushed a third finger into Derek and slid his mouth back onto Derek's cock, sinking straight down to the root and swallowing with the head of Derek's cock cradled in the back of his throat. Derek came when Stiles curled all three fingers up against his prostate, needy sounds spilling out of his throat while his hips spasmed up against Stiles face.
Stiles drew back to let Derek's come splash over his tongue and kept on rubbing at Derek's prostate until Derek started trying to shove Stiles away, oversensitive. Stiles pulled off of Derek's cock with a slurp, eyes shut and sighing with contentment while he swallowed the last bits of Derek's come.
"That was amazing," Stiles grinned, squinting his eyes open to look up at Derek.
"I think that's supposed to be my line," Derek rasped. He felt like he had melted down into the rug, boneless with exhaustion.
"Yeah, except you have no idea how good you taste." Stiles licked at Derek's spent cock one more time before getting to his knees and crawling up next to Derek. "You think you can sit up and eat something for me? You definitely need to get some calories and fat in you before you pass out for the night.ā
Derek squinted up at Stiles. āYou donāt want me?ā He curled a clumsy hand over Stilesā thigh.
Stiles laughed. āI already had you, big guy.ā
Derek frowned.
Stiles sighed and grabbed Derekās hand to drag over his cock, which was completely soft. āThere are some downsides to being a vampire. One of the big ones being that itās pretty hard to get hard when you donāt have any blood.ā
āYou just took my blood.ā
āNot that much, though, when spread around my whole body.ā Stiles gestured vaguely at himself. āIf youāre really that sore about it, we can try again once youāre fully recovered,ā Stiles smirked. āNow, how about getting up and eating?ā
Derek grunted and tried to shove himself up, getting as far as his elbows before sighing and deciding a break was in order.
"Okay, not having tons of success, I see." Stiles chuckled. "What if we just tried something a little different." Stiles scooted around behind Derek and wrapped his arms around Derek's chest under his armpits and pulled him up to rest against Stiles' chest. "Is that okay?" Stiles asked, keeping his arms looped around Derek's waist and kissing right behind Derek's ear.
"Yeah," Derek sighed, turning his head to tuck his face against Stiles' throat.
"Sweet thing," Stiles murmured, stroking his fingers through Derek's hair a few times. "Now remember, no falling asleep on me yet." Stiles reached to the side to pull the plate he had prepared for Derek' closer, then grabbed the glass of juice and held it up for Derek. "Why don't you drink some of this for me first, then we'll see how much of food we can get in you before you pass out, okay?"
Derek nodded and guided the cup to his mouth, not trusting himself not to drop the glass and spill juice all over himself, Stiles, and the rug beneath them. Stiles made a pleased sound when Derek gulped down half of the juice in several long swallows. He set the cup down when Derek pushed it away, then picked up the plate and set it in Derek's lap.
"I hope you don't mind a sandwich. Do you want any help with it?"
"I've got it." Derek leaned over the plate and picked up half of the sandwich, which Stiles had cut for him. He gobbled it down in four huge bites, then gave the same treatment to the other half.
"Good boy," Stiles purred against the back of Derek's neck. "Now finish this up." Stiles picked up the juice again and Derek downed the rest of it. "Perfect." Stiles set the dirty dishes aside. "Now," Stiles knelt up next to Derek, keeping one arm wrapped around Derek's shoulders to support him, "you ready to go to bed?"
"Yeah."
"Good," Stiles smiled. "You want to sleep with me, or by yourself."
"With you." Derek didn't need any time to think about that one -- he had been sleeping by himself for far too long.
"Good," Stiles said again, smile stretching wider. "You want to brush your teeth?"
Derek did think about that one, but not for long. "Yes."
"Okay. Last question: do you want to walk to the bathroom or can I carry you?"
āI can walk,ā Derek frowned. He wasnāt actually sure of that, but certainly he could figure something out.
āHumor me?ā Stiles wheedled, ducking in to kiss the corner of Derekās mouth.
āFine,ā Derek sighed, ābut Iām heavy.ā
"Good thing Iām a vampire." Stiles scooped Derek into his arms in a bridal carry and then rocked himself to his feet. Derek curled himself into Stiles' chest for the short trip to the bathroom. Stiles hovered outside the door while Derek relieved himself and brushed his teeth with a spare toothbrush, then burst through the door to scoop Derek into his arms again and carry him to his bedroom. He set Derek gently down on the bed, on the side where the covers had already been turned down, then seemed to realize that Derek was still naked.
"Do you want me to get you something to wear?" Stiles asked, cradling Derek's stubbly cheek in one hand. Derek nodded, rubbing his face against Stiles hand. "Alright. You want pants, boxers, shirt?"
"Just pants is good."
"Okay." Stiles pressed a quick kiss to Derek's forehead before turning away to dig through a drawer, returning with a pair of soft gray sweatpants.
Derek fumbled the pants onto his legs, then let Stiles swaddle him in blankets.
"I'll be right back." Stiles squeezed Derek's shoulder through the covers. "Just need to turn out all the lights and make sure the doors are locked.
Derek nodded and watched Stiles go through eyes that were barely open. He was mostly asleep by the time Stiles came back. He listened to Stiles rustle around the room, changing clothes and turning out the lights, before the bed dipped next to Derek and Stiles clambered in beside him. Derek rolled over to face Stiles, and Stiles made a pleased sound, pulling Derek closer to cradle him against his chest. Derek fell asleep in no time after that, listening to the steady rush of Stiles' breathing in lieu of a heartbeat.
