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So for the entire week after his initial 'turn', Stiles and Scott had practically disappeared. They were pretty busy exploring Stiles new powers and while they didn't gain access to his every strength and weakness, they had dispelled some of the usual myths. Like garlic. Stiles could consume it like Adderall. After some horsing around, it was decided that Stiles could heal every bit as fast as a werewolf, granted he'd fed recently. Any substantial wounds required a blood transfusion. He was every bit as fast as Scott when it came to maneuvering around the forest. He could climb walls like Spider man and oh yeah, he had a tendency to control werewolves.

The first time he controlled Scott it had been purely by accident and even then, Scott had been left wandering the area with cold curly fries. As it turns out, he could control most betas with a mere suggestion.

Sure enough, Derek came home one day to find Erica rubbing his Stiles' shoulders, Boyd in the kitchen heating up a bag of blood, and Isaac folding some of his spare clothes.

Needless to say, Stiles was powerful in his own right.

Derek was the only one who could resist his control. Not that Stiles tried to control him after that first time, he wasn't suicidal enough to attempt that again. But with a pack of alphas steadily closing in around them, it was becoming more and more obvious that the least likely among them could possibly avert a territorial dispute.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to try to control you?"

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"Yeah..." Stiles found himself swallowing, maybe even gulping. "Kinda like your abs better to tell the truth." Because hey, Derek was half naked nearly every time they ran into him. He'd have to be blind not to have noticed.

"You bring the abs, I'll bring the lips." He tried for a joke, grinning that same old stupidly sly Stiles grin. "Together it's got to be a deadly combination." He met Derek halfway, unsure where to put his hands either.

Derek was frozen. The talk was almost done and he wasn't sure what to do. He'd never felt so awkward, not even during his own first time. He'd been oddly comfortable with that, with a woman. He'd seen that before, often, but only seen a few men and at a distance.

He did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed his shirt at the bottom and lifted it up and over his head. He tossed it to the ground and shrugged.

"You said you liked them..."

Derek usually had a certain swagger of cocky 'I'm the alpha' ego to him. He was starting to sense the same awkwardness in him that he was feeling in himself right now. That was great. Thankfully for the big bad alpha, Stiles had an utterly filthy mind and apparently he'd just been given free reign to exercise it.

"And that putting my lips and your abs together could be deadly. Let's test that theory?" He tried for a cocky grin, but didn't quite get there as he dropped down to his knees and completely bypassed a couple of bases by flicking his tongue across Derek's very yummy looking abs.

He looked up to see if that was alright, but being this close to Derek meant his fangs were out in full force now. It was like every time he was the least bit aroused they popped right out.

Derek wasn't expecting that and almost jumped back when Stiles went to put his lips on his stomach. He forced himself to stay still and let those luscious lips touch his body. It didn't feel bad and the general sexual position made him reacting, Stiles being male or not.

"I won't call that deadly," Derek said his words a bit unsure for once.

He saw the fangs when he looked down and it didn't bother him. Teeth and claws had always been part of sex for him.

"Wonder if that's all that popped out," he mused aloud.

"Hey! I'm a teenager. I get hard if I stare at a shapely table leg long enough."

He was glad Derek didn't react to his fangs the way he might have reacted if Derek tried to drop fang anywhere near his groin region. Not at he had any intention of hurting Derek either. He had to keep telling himself that, but he could hear blood pumping just beneath his skin. So close to his fangs he could almost taste it if he just gave one little bite.

He shakes off that image and uses his mouth to drag teasing little kisses along Derek's lower stomach, just to the edge of the waistband of his pants and back up again, this time with a hint of fang dragging along his bare skin, but never biting.

The kisses had him breathing hard and his body tingling. He was silent until he felt the fang though. He gasped out expecting to be bitten and then groaning when he realized he hadn't been. It was thrilling and that only excited him more. It was such a cliche, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"I hope I'm a bit better than a shapely table leg," he teased.

Stiles liked to think he was doing a good job of this so far. He hadn't lost control and Derek was breathing pretty heavy. Not to mention there was an obvious bulge in the big bad wolf's jeans.

"Fuck yes, do you even know I can hear you getting hard? All that blood rushing south and your heart is beating faster....."

He had to pull away for a few minutes, wrestling with his own self control. He decides to stand back up and pull his own shirt up and off. It was only fair after all.

Stiles really wasn't as bad looking as he thought he was. The sight of him shirtless had Derek's eyes red and he took a step closer. He could only imagine how badly the man must want to feed, so he didn't tempt him. He got down on his own knees, a position few ever saw him in and grabbed his hips. They felt different than a woman's, but still warm and soft.

"I prefer your abs, or lack there of, too," he said before licking a ring around his belly button.

Stiles didn't know what shocked him more, the sight of Derek fucking Hale on his knees or the hot flick of a very warm tongue circling his belly button, the rasp of Derek's stubble made for another sensation altogether. He found himself gripping the wall behind him for support because his knees were going to turn to jelly any second now.

"Shit! Do you know what the definition of a hair trigger is?"

"That's okay. Get the first one out and then you'll last longer next time," he told him, remembering something he'd on over the radio long ago. It was good advice, but nothing he'd ever needed. As if to assure him it was alright, he brought a hand to that odd lump in the front of his pants and started massaging it back and forth. He sat up a bit taller until he could get one of his perky pink nipples into his mouth. He was used to girls and he knew he liked that well enough, so why not.

"Unless I just come embarrassingly quick both times." Stiles said through tightly clenched teeth - or fangs, to be more direct. That hand rubbing over his cock felt so fucking amazing even through the layers of clothing he had in place.

His body arched when Derek's lips found one of his nipples, forcing a gasp from his mouth and a strange new tingling sensation. "Not... not in my pants!" There was no point in even holding out hope that he was going to last.

Derek fumbled with his pants and then opened them. He pulled his boxers and jeans down in one swoop then took that cock in his hand. He hadn't even gotten a good look at it, but that might be all for the better. He kept his eyes close and worked that nipple and his shaft. He only knew how to please himself so he did what he normally liked, something fast and a bit rough.

It's not like Stiles hadn't masturbated since he'd been bitten and turned into a vampire. If anything he did it twice as often as he had before, but this....this was a whole new ballgame. His fangs felt like they were going to rip right through his lips, his whole body ached and throbbed to the beat of Derek's hand on his cock. It wasn't long at all before the combination of a hand on his cock and the pleasant suction of Derek's mouth on his nipple forced a ragged, almost pained sounding cry from Stile's lips.

His hips surged forward into his hand with a speed that probably surprised the both of them, spilling hot white fluid all over Derek's hand.

Blood was leaking down the corner of his mouth where he'd bitten himself during his orgasm.

Derek pulled away once he was sure the other was fully done. He took a step away, unsure of rather he should comfort him or congratulate him. He could smell the seed in the air and on himself. It was equally as intoxicating as the scent of a female in heat. That was a good sign. He saw the mess on his hand and licked it clean.

"Still want more?" Derek asked ready to ignore his own desires if Stiles wasn't interested now that he'd had his fix.

Stiles was pretty sure he'd died and gone to heaven or at least died because that had been the single most amazing orgasm he'd ever had! He wasn't even standing up when he came back to himself. Sure enough he'd slid to his knees on the floor not long after Derek stepped back.

"Wow, that was....hell yes I want more!" At least his fangs had receded for now, which mean he was able to jump back to his feet and press his body against Derek's, his lips crashing somewhat clumsily against his.

His hands were going for the belt of Derek's pants, getting that out of the way before he got the zipper down and pushed his hand inside his pants to curl his fingers around a hard alpha werewolf's cock.

"Oh my god!" He tended to say that a lot, but this time he meant in an 'ohmygodyou'resobig' kind of way

The enthusiasm was almost intimidating. Derek suddenly felt as if he was a boy who'd been put into a car and told to win a race. He had no idea what he was doing, no idea where to put his hands and things were happening too fast. He was still hard though and eager, but for what he wasn't sure. He suddenly paused and saw the window was still open.

"Maybe we should head up to your room. Between the fangs and the guy your touching, your father might have a heart attack," he said and was glad for the added time.

Stiles gave a moment's pause, long enough to consider Derek's words. Yeah, that was probably a good idea. Even though he was an undead vampire and Derek was an alpha werewolf, to everyone else Stiles was underage for this activity. "Fine, that's actually a good idea." He managed to get his pants and boxers back on with as much dignity as he could muster before motioning for Derek to follow him back into his bed room.

"Any other suggestions?"

He was less concerned about Stile's age and more about the fact his father still thought he might be a murderer or at least involve with something illegal.

"Pick up the shirts that we've left. It's sort of a give away unless you always double layer," he said picking up their shirts and fallowing him up to the room. He dropped their suits on the floor than decided what would be the next natural start.

"And then we should get naked," he said once the door was close, but he made no move to take off his pants.

Stiles closed the door behind them and locked it for good measure. With all the crazy things going on in his life right now he knew the lock was useless, but it was a nice safety measure to have against his father barging in.

"Why am I sensing you don't exactly know what you're doing?" He couldn't put it together. Derek was a pretty handsome guy, he must have had women beating down his doors to get to that body. So why was he so fidgety now?

"Is it because I'm a guy?"

Derek crossed his arms, trying not to be defensive, but it was hard.

"Yes," Derek admitted, "Listen, this is a bit of a first for me too. Besides what I've heard on television, which I only trust half of, I haven't got a clue what to do. So, give me a second and let'll figure this out as we go. Unless you'd rather wait until some other alpha with experience comes by."

"Oh so you're technically a virgin too here, aren't you?" See that shit-eating grin of his? It's not going away. This is what you get for bring up his virginity!

Teasing might not be condusive to sex, so he back off after that, even if his grin just wouldn't go away. "Alright, clothes off...." He shucked out of his jeans and boxers, but they got caught on his foot, causing him to trip and fall backwards against the bed. It was a small wonder he hadn't brained himself to death when he was human with how clumsy he was.

"Ok, no laughing."

It was too late, Derek was already laughing. It wasn't a mean laugh either, but a real laugh. His was actually smiling for once and he was still stripping down. He took off his pants and had nothing on under them. He had already toed off his shoes before hand and taken off his socks. He was soft again, after all this talk about first and nervousness, but it cock lay heavy against one leg and was already impressive.

"How did you survive?" he asked still smiling as he tossed the pants to the side.

"That's right, laugh it up." He grumbles from his position on the bed. Instead of getting up, he stretches out and places his hands behind his head. Seeing Derek smile or laugh at all was pretty rare, so he wasn't too sore about it. Plus, he's got an excellent view of the sour wolf stripping off what's left of his clothes. It took a lot of self control not to whistle and grin like an idiot. No Stiles, this is adult time.

"Hey, I survived just fine! With a few bumps and bruises here and there. Not all of us have supernatural reflexes or if I do, I think my ADD is canceling them out."

Derek wasn't sure if ADD was what they should be discussing before getting into bed together. Maybe a familiar topic would keep the vampire distracted, since he still had no idea how Stiles felt about it. The man had had no reaction to him stripping down and most people did, he wasn't sure if that was a good sign.

"Well, if I kiss you again, let's hope you don't suddenly feel the need to spring up and start googling things. Isn't that how this ADD works? You get bored too easily," he suggested not stepping towards the bed yet.

Stiles had a reaction, it was just a bit dulled due to the fact that Derek Hale had just blown his mind less then five minutes ago. True to form though, his teenage libido came through in the form of his cock hardening as the werewolf spoke. "It's like my mind is constantly switching channels, that's all. You...." He gestures towards Derek's body. " You have my full attention at the moment...."