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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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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...."

Derek moved closer to the bed, looking confident, but feeling less than. At least he knew his body was impressive, but his skills would be below par. He'd never doubted his ability to please a mate before.

"And what would you like me to do with that attention?" he asked standing just inches away from him, letting Stiles decide if he wnated to touch first.

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Stiles was bare ass naked on his bed and there was an equally naked Derek Hale within close range, nearly looming over him. All of the sudden his brain froze at the question asked of him because yeah, he wanted to do everything. He wanted to touch, taste, feel Derek inside of him.

"That's a loaded question." Somehow he found his voice again. Using words was kind of hard to do right now. He couldn't take his eyes off of Derek. "Some foreplay would be nice. Oh and I kind of really want to suck your cock now that I don't have to worry about my fangs getting in the way...." Oh my god had he really just said all of that?

He wasn't surprised, a lot of people had told him that, but never a man and never as enthusiastically as that. The thought of Stiles putting his lips on his cock was arousing and it showed. He was close to fully hard when he looked down at himself again, an impressive sight and that wasn't bragging.

"Feel free," he said and couldn't help but teasingly add, "If you can get your mouth around that."

It literally took every once of self control he had not to just jump up and do his spastic victory dance when Derek consented. What stopped him in his tracks was the sight of Derek's cock. The word 'gigantic' loomed in his mind.

He could do this.

"My mouth can some pretty amazing things. Don't worry about that." He muses, flashing a playful grin before gripping Derek's by his hips, guiding him closer to the bed where Stiles was sitting. From there he pretty much had a much more intimate view of Derek's impressive cock. More than impressive, really.

He had no idea what he was doing, but that didn't stop him from running his tongue over the tip of his cock. Moaning at the taste. It wasn't long at all before he slipped the head of Derek's cock into his mouth, still flicking his tongue against the slit at the very tip.

He let out a ragged breath and watched as Stiles' mouth touched his cock. He could hardly believe it or the pleasure that he'd left from it. It'd been a while for him and he guess it showed. He put his hand on the back of his head and massaged his scalp.

"God," he said letting out a groan, "You've done that before."

This was Stiles, so of course he tried to talk with Derek's dick in his mouth. It took him a moment or two before his mouth slid off of his cock, his lips suddenly looking redder, "Have not. But I do hang out with a lot of trannies now and again. They talk a lot about bjs." That's about all he had to say so those full red lips of his slid around Derek's cock once more and this time he took several inches more into his mouth. His eyes going wide because yeah, Derek was pretty big. His jaw was going to ache by the end of this.

The talking hurt a bit, but mostly it made him laugh.

"I need to thank these trannies," Derek said closing his eyes and letting himself enjoy the silence. It was pretty rare with Stiles around. He let out a moan when Stiles' tongue stroked over the bottom of it.

Stiles decided not to talk again, instead he focused in sucking Derek's cock. Even though he couldn't fit all of him in his mouth without his gag reflex kicking in big time, he let his fingers curl around the base of his cock, gripping him there as his mouth slid up and down along his length.

Derek was not about to admit how close he was getting or how fast it was. He pushed Stiles' away and took a step back, having to think of some rather displeasing to get control of himself.

"Okay," he said not admitting he was impressed, "Do you want me to try? Or shall we do something a little...more?"

Stiles tried, but failed to resist pouting when Derek pulled away so suddenly, his cock leaving the vampire teen's mouth with a lewd wet sucking sound. Had he done something wrong?

Oh, right. Derek was talking. He leans back against his bed on his elbows and sucks in a deep breath at the thought of the alpha werewolf's mouth on his cock. Yeah, that would be pretty hot, but he wanted to push things a bit further. "More is good. More is really good for me right now."

Derek went over and sat on the bed, getting closer than he normally would. He rested a hand on Stiles' thigh, moving it up slowly.

"That will involve your ass...or mine..." he said sounding unsure on both ends, "Women tell me they like it, so we should too. It might be a little intense."

He was talking and it felt out of the norm. He wasn't the talking sort. He liked action and did things without thinking.

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it's fine XD

Thank you darling

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