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[wolfmaster]

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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[wolfmaster]

"Yesyesyessss." That's about all Stiles could say at the moment, especially since his cock had just been down Derek Hale's throat. Christ, he was never going to look at those sullen lips the same way again. His cock was leaking precome profusely well after those lips left his cock. His hands were digging into his sheets, breath coming fast and unsteady.

Then he felt it, a finger putting pressure on a very sensitive, very intimate place. He felt his whole body tense up for a moment, then Derek's finger slipped fully inside when he relaxed and exhaled. It wasn't a totally alien sensation, but different because that definitely wasn't his finger.

[bloodredeyes]

It wasn't all that hard to get the finger in. He was surprised by that and even more surprised by his reaction. Derek couldn't help but imagine that tight space wrapping around his cock and knew in an instant that he'd been right to try this. Werewolves were sexual by nature and therefore sexuality was flexible.

"Tell me when this feels good," he said moving his finger about inside of him, trying to find something, any point on his body that made Stiles feel especially good.

[wolfmaster]

"You'll know as soon as I know." He tried for yet another joke, his body still somewhat tense when it came to the invasion of Derek's finger, but as things progressed he found himself shivering and shuddering when his finger came close to his sweet spot. He cursed vehemently when Derek's fingertip graze his prostate, writhing for several long moments. Fuck that felt good, "Right there, fuck!"