Derek's Pack Trilogy

by naaru

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Derek had his Alpha bitch after he claimed Stiles but the more pack-members he had the more powerful he would be so it was only natural for him that he had knocked out Scott and dragged him in front of his house. It was kind of poetic to him that he would claim Scott on the same spot he had claimed Jackson.

But this would be different. Scott wasn't the brightest, but he had more guts than Jackson, he was more independent. Derek had to break him in more thoroughly. He pinned Scott on the mattress and ripped his shirt off while pushing the jeans and boxers down far enough to completely free the ass. Scott tried to rise but Derek forced him down with a hard punch on the back.

He pressed his cock between the cheeks while pinching Scott's shoulders with his canines. He grabbed and kneaded Scott's pecs while pinching him several times. Derek forcefully slapped the freed ass before rubbing his cock between the cheeks again. He slung his arm around Scott's throat while pinching his neck time and again.

He let go of the boy and dragged his upper body up on his knees. He shoved his cock inside Scott's mouth and ordered him with a growl to suck. And suck he did, hesitantly at first but a growl from Derek made him move faster, letting his lips and tongue slide up and down the length of Derek's hard flash. Derek had to admit that the kid was better than he had anticipated. But it wasn't enough for Derek, this was too passive for him and he had to be the active part. He grabbed Scott's curls and fixated his head in a death-grip. He emitted one grunt and started to facefuck the young Beta's mouth at medium pace. He wasn't as good a cock-sucker as Jackson but he took it good enough.

After minutes of grunts and something that might have been sounds of gagging coming from Scott, not that Derek cared as long as the Beta didn't actually threw up and kept enveloping his cock, Derek set a faster pace. He forcefully fucked the Beta's throat without giving him a minute of release.

Scott had at first been only on his knees but after a while Derek had him down on knees and hand. The submissive posture was so hot and spoke for the power of his dominance Derek could do no different than grab Scott's head with both hands. He pressed his cock so deep into Scott that only the balls stayed out, then removed and slapped Scott's face with it. Then he shoved it back in and face-fucked his Beta again.

After having enough, he grabbed Scott and threw him head down on the mattress.

"Jackson, hand me the lube," he roared into the night.

The lube was brought within seconds, but it wasn't Jackson bringing it, it was Stiles.

"What are you doing here?" Derek growled. He had no intention to have his bitch be here and possibly getting off on it.

"I want to break in that ass," Stiles growled back and the tone made Derek actually hesitate.

"Why do you think I would allow that;" Derek spat.

"Well," Stiles started with a smirk, "if I do not get that ass, you won't get mine anymore."

"You can't back that up!"

"Want to risk it?"

Derek put some hard thought into it, Stiles ass felt the best but he did not want to…

"Fuck it," he answered in an annoyed tone. "You can keep that ass, I don't want him anymore."

"Good for me," Stiles stated without taking his eyes of Scott while Derek stormed away.

"So, do you have any idea what you're in store for?" Stiles' voice was part curious, part arrogant, part soft and lazed with a hint of pity.

Scott wished he could get away, but since he had no idea how many members Derek's pack had he guessed that he had no chance of getting free by himself. "I don't know what's going on but you need to get me out of here right now!"

Stiles laughed with an arrogant tone and slowly shook his head. "Oh no." Then his face got serious and his nostrils flared. "You are not going anywhere."

Scott had no idea what was going on.

"You see, ever since I got bitten, I was really horny for you." His face showed that Stiles was serious.

"I didn't notice."

Stiles let out a short chuckle. "Now… you see. That's not good for you at all."

Scott was annoyed. "Look, Derek dragged me here and tried to throat-fuck me. I'm not even gay." Scott took a deep breath. "Cut the shit and release me now!"

Stiles had a slightly curious look. "You are sure, you are not gay?"

"Look, I am not fucking around."

"Are you sure, you are not gay?"

"Yes."

"Yes," Stiles snorted dismissively, "that was expected." He looked Scott up and down. "But trust me, it doesn't matter anyway."

"Dude, enough already."

"This isn't just a gay thing Scott. This is a werewolf thing."

"A what?"

"Werewolf thing," Stiles seemed serious about this, "you know, stuff werewolves just do."

That sounded like horseshit to Scott. "Cut the fuck."

"Than what do you call this?"

He ripped Scott's shirt off and let his hands slide over Scott's upper body, starting at his chest and going down to his abs. "Nice body." He had a look in his face that scared Scott and he hoped that it wasn't hunger he read in those golden eyes.

"This won't hurt a bit," he said with a diabolic smile. He bore his fangs and bit hard into Scott's left pectoral muscle, making him yell in pain, followed by a long moan as the pain was replaced by a huge wave of pleasure.

An iron grip got hold of his face. His mouth was forced open and he felt a tongue being shoved into his mouth and he felt the taste of his own blood. He felt his resistance waning and simply let Stiles do what he wanted until he broke the connected.

Scott saw Stiles' eyes locked on Scott's abs and licking his lips. His head came near to the spot he had bitten before (the wound had already sealed) and he parted his lips. Scott's heart began racing on the prospect of being bitten again. But instead of piercing it with his skin Stiles licked the spot he had bitten before and the sensation made Scott shiver.

"Now you and I are gonna have a little fun!"

He pulled Scott in for a long and lavish kiss. Scott couldn't bring himself to break it, he didn't even want to.

"I like you free and willing." He came nearer and whispered into Scott's ear. "And I love sucking cock more than anything now. And something tells me your cock would be perfect for my mouth."

The words alone made Scott's dick fill with blood. The sensation of Stiles' tongue licking down his upper body and the sound of his jeans opening made every reservation melt.

Stiles enveloped Scott's hard cock with his mouth and took it in all the way. Scott couldn't help it, he just had to moan. Stiles pulled back again and it felt every bit as good. His cock was sucked with a strong pull, warms lips putting sweat pressure on Scott's shaft, making him groan and pant alternatively.

Stiles let go of Scott's cock after sucking the glans a bit more. He licked Scott's shaft one more time and then took it in his right hand and began to rub it gently. He repeated this a few times before taking him in again and slowly pulling his pants and boxers down. He was slow at first but then began to gradually increase his speed until setting at a steady pace.

Scott grabbed his hair with his right hand – which Stiles didn't seem to mind at all – and started to rock his hips a bit, panting now and then.

As Stiles added a slight rotation of his head to each time he sucked, Scott released his grab and started to run his fingers through the hair.

After putting a few kisses to the glans Stiles grabbed Scott's dick again and started to lick his shaft, then took him in and let his hands run over Scott's abs and side while doing so. After licking the shaft once more, Scott's cock was once again enveloped but the pace was slower this time, the pull stronger and more even. He was taken in all the way and he felt the tongue kneading his dick in the mouth. The sucking continued at the same slow pace, earning one moan after another.

When Scott thought he might burst, Stiles let go of his cock and instead got down to Scott's balls. He came from the side and lavishly licked the area where the ball sack joined with the hip. He licked it eagerly, hastily as if not being able to get enough of it. Scott wanted to say that he didn't had to worry and that he wasn't going anywhere but as he wanted to start a sucking on a specific point made him moan and forget what he wanted to say.

As Stiles rubbed his dick again, Scott couldn't do anything than let his head fall back in a moan and just enjoy. He came ever closer to bursting as his cock was simultaneously sucked and rubbed. Then the most amazing thing happened: Stiles again took everything of Scott in and began to deep-throat him at a slow pace.

That was it, he could hold it no longer, he actually screamed as the heat left his body and he exploded into Stiles' mouth. He felt like the energy had been sucked out of him, but it had been so worth it.

He nearly fell but strong arms caught him and he felt nibbling at his throat.

"How do you like it to get fucked in the ass?"

Before Scott could react, Stiles had turned him around and ripped off his jeans and underwear. He slapped Scott's left buttock and started to knead both of them.

Scott wriggled a bit but Stiles grabbed his neck and squeezed hard, making him stop and earning another slap on his buttock. Scott noticed that his attempt to break free was half-hearted at best, although if there was such a word as 'quarter-hearted' it might have been more appropriate. His body wasn't willing to fight and break free. What was really puzzling was the fact that he wasn’t as disturbed as he should have been. There was something really appealing about the prospect of being taken by Stiles right here and now.

He was mostly excited, but a part of him was scared. It would hurt and the prospect of being raped was far from appealing, but he still couldn't move. He didn't want to. He had to know what it felt like to have sex with his best friend. He felt his ass actually clenching and unclenching, begging for Stiles' cock.

When he felt Stiles' lips on his left buttock Scott came unglued.

Stiles parted Scott's ass-cheeks, spat on the little hole and began fingering it. He did it only for a few seconds since he had no desire to give Scott any enjoyment yet, he just wanted to have a smooth access.

When he saw Scott moving up a bit he grabbed his neck and pushed him down again. "Don't move!" his voice was commanding. Stiles kneaded the buttocks in front of him a few times more before he got up and pulled his shirt off and shoved his jeans and boxers down. Stiles scanned the surroundings for the lube. He spotted it lying some distance away.

Stiles was about to get up when he caught movement in the corner of his eye. His head spun around immediately and he saw Scott looking at him. He charged forward grabbed Scott by the hair and pushed his head to the ground. "I said 'don't move'!"

Scott seemed to obey this time and was stiff as a poker. Stiles got up and got the lube. Then he started kneading and slapping Scott's buttocks again and he couldn't help but notice that the sight of Scott laying on the floor and presenting his ass was making his hard dick leak. Stiles reached down to his cock and stroked to get some first relief. When he had accomplished it he opened the tube and lubricated Scott's hole and his own cock. He steadied his cock with one hand pressed against Scott's hole and when he entered Scott it was his undoing.

Scott did all he could not to moan out loud but he couldn't stop panting when Stiles invaded his hole. That felt huge and it burned a bit. But only at first as Scott's body still rejected the intrusion, but then he relaxed and swallowed Stiles' cock whole until his hips rested against Scott's ass.

Stiles was above him now, steadying himself with his hands, each on one side of Scott, about the height of Scott's lower ribcage. Then Stiles started to move out again and Scott panted loudly. In had felt good, but out felt even better.

Stiles started to fuck Scott at a slow pace, panting as well but not anywhere near as loud as Scott did. Each thrust was more confident than the one before and Scott could do nothing than enjoy what was done to him. If Stiles had intended this to be a punishment for Scott, he had failed on a big scale.

When he felt Stiles' left hand pulling at his hips he knew exactly what would come next. Stiles pulled him up and Scott readily followed. As he got up he noticed for the first time how hard his own cock had become. Pressed against the floor he hadn't noticed, too caught up in the feeling of the cock in his ass, but now with fresh air around it he felt it, and he liked the feeling.

Stiles grabbed Scott's hip with the right hand and rested the left on the center of Scott's back and started thrusting again. Scott could hear Stiles painting and making soft hissing noises. Then Stiles grabbed both of Scott's hips and began fucking a bit faster, accelerating the frequency of hissing and Scott's panting.

Scott had never thought that it would feel this way but it felt so good, he never wanted to stop.

Letting his head fall back and keeping thrusting by pure instinct and reflex Stiles was overwhelmed by what he was doing. He was one part ecstatic, one part shocked and all in for fucking the shit out of Scott. A part of him warned him that he should not go further that he would be trapped, and the other urged him forward, to go along and enjoy everything. And Stiles really did want to go along, he could not let Scott get away and damn, it even felt good what he was doing, very good in fact, better than he anticipated. Fucking Scott felt better than being fucked by Derek ever did. It felt so good, he wondered how Scott fucking him would feel.

When Stiles let his head fall forward again he made the worst mistake he could have made: he opened his eyes. What he saw was his demise. From what he could see of Scott's face he could tell that the other boy was deep in ecstasy and enjoyed every moment of Stiles pumping into him. And even worse was that a huge part of Stiles enjoyed it that Scott enjoyed it. Every single thrust, the feeling of Scott wrapped around his cock was so full of bliss that Stiles started to lose track of time. The sight of Scott's back moving forward and backward, the play of his muscles on his back and the glitter of the sweat was so appealing that Stiles got caught in the feeling of watching Scott. He actually forgot to push, just to notice that Scott was moving on his own now, practically milking Stiles. Stiles shook his head furiously. He had to stay clear.

He pumped even faster, earning 'oh yeahs' from Scott and realizing that a few came from his own mouth not Scott's. Stiles knew he had to stop before he would start doing this just for the sake of it. But he didn't want to stop because he a) liked it and b) still wanted to punish Derek and he could think of only one other way. Scott might be pretending whatever he wanted even when having a cock in his ass, but there was no way he could pretend anything when the same cock was sticking in his mouth.

Stiles pulled out of Scott and started to walk – on his knees – to Scott's head. He grabbed Scott's hair with all the force he could muster and shoved the dick into his face. Scott slowly opened his mouth, eyes glued to the cock in front of him. When he took him in, Stiles knew he had made another big mistake.

Stiles fell back with a loud thud and as the only sounds he was making were moans Scott could only guess that he was doing a damn good job. And he didn't feel forced to do anything. It was different then he expected but he liked what he was doing. He grabbed Stiles' cock after the first few suck-attempts and concentrated on the upper half of the shaft. He squeezed it a bit with his lips and then started rubbing and sucking simultaneously. The sensation of the glans rubbing against his tongue when he licked around it, Stiles' moans when Scott took him in and sucked hard and slow and that grunt when he licked his balls made Scott's own dick leek with precome.

Seeing Stiles' rising and sinking chest, covered with sweat, and hearing his soft moans Scott wanted more. It was only fair in his eyes, Stiles had fucked him and now Scott had sucked his dick, so they could just as well go all the way.

His eyes were shut tight; Stiles didn't dare to open them, scared of what might happen if he looked at Scott again. He took in a sharp breath as he felt Scott releasing his cock and touching the base of his stomach with his tongue. The wet tongue and open mouth kisses trailing along his stomach caused him to stiffen and clutch to the floor. He could do nothing more than lay there, too caught up in the feeling of Scott sucking and licking his left nipple.

Scott nibbled along Stiles' neck and sucked his earlobe. When he tried to kiss Stiles, Stiles tried to squirm away but Scott grabbed him by the hair and made him stop. Stiles had still kept his eyes shut and at the same time refused to get away. He let himself be taken by Scott and god, could the guy kiss. When he probed his tongue at his lips, Stiles opened right up, allowing him full entrance, while sliding his own tongue out to give and take as much as he could. He stopped fighting in any way when Scott rolled them over, pulling Stiles on top, their lips pressed against each other all the time.

This was just crazy. Stiles felt as if he was reprogrammed or something. There was nothing of his former intention left; now he wanted to pleasure Scott as much as Scott had pleasured him. No, that wasn't all of it, he wanted Scott, he ached for him.

He broke the kiss and nibbled his neck, then trailed kisses down to the Scott's right nipple. Sucking with open mouthed kisses he enjoyed the feeling of that hard little hump against his tongue. He circled around it, played and kissed it. He kissed and sucked Scott, licked along the lines his muscles formed on his upper body, taking a taste test of every inch of skin.

Finally he arrived at the hip and when he felt Scott's hard cock pressed against his face the temptation was irresistible. He steadied himself with one hand on either side of Scott's hips and caught the cock with his mouth.

He started to suck lightly, going up and down slowly on Scott, never taking him in more than half. He opened his eyes and studied Scott's body language, searching for any sign of unease. When Scott lifted his hand and stroked through Stiles' hair he knew that he was on the right path. He took more of Scott in, going nearly all the way until reflexes took in and it was either back off or gag, so pulling back it was.

He heard an 'again' between Scott's moans and so he did it again. He did it again and again.

Scott could only lay there and enjoy. He thought that Stiles did a better job than before and when he slid his tongue down Scott's shaft and sucked at his balls, Scott's body arched and he groaned loud.

Grabbing Scott's buttocks Stiles wanted to do the same thing he had done at the beginning but he wanted to do it properly this time. He pushed Scott's legs up, close to his chest, practically bending him in half. He traced his tongue down, licked Scott's crease and teased his anus. He spread his tongue as wide as he could and covered the hole with saliva to the best of his abilities than started to kiss Scott's buttocks. He smiled at the fact that Scott had such a big ass; actually he had always been partial to big butts. He kissed and licked it a few more times then drew back and instead slid his finger over Scott's hole before pushing it in.

Scott emitted a soft moan. Stiles just fingering him, as good as it was, didn't satisfy him right now, not after having so much of Stiles in him. Hell it was close to torture knowing the thing he wanted most was so close but yet so far away.

"Fuck me!"

"Wha?"

Stiles didn't seem to understand and Scott went nuts. "Fuck me, fuck me dammit!"

Stiles was more than happy to obey. He lined the head of his cock up with the ready hole. He pushed in and Scott's body swallowed him whole. "Damn, you feel good." His body wanted to push in fast but Stiles held himself back and pressed forward slowly. He ignored his desire to move faster to take the time of savoring the feeling of Scott's body squeezing him tight.

He thrust gently at first and Scott sighed and gasped, the sounds adding to Stiles' arousal. He grabbed Scott's legs under the knees and pulled him up to meet his thrusts, moving faster.

Scott groaned, his eyes going wide. His whole body tensed, his ass tightening.

Stiles groaned too. He sped his pace more and watched the pleasure play over Scott's face. He smiled and took notice of the angle he was using.

"You like that?"

"Please faster."

Stiles' body was wet with sweat and damn if Scott being just as wet and hot, aching for Stiles wasn't hot he didn't knew what was. He started thrusting faster. "Jerk yourself off."

Scott grabbed his dick, pulling in time to Stiles' strokes. It was the most erotic thing Stiles had ever seen.

He fucked Scott fast and hard, driving into him. Within seconds Scott's body shook, his moans growing louder and louder. His muscles clamped tight around Stiles and his mouth opened wide into a silent yell.

Something about the look on his face when he came a second time undid Stiles and he came with a ragged moan, his body spilling into Scott's.

Stiles was exhausted and for some inconceivable reason he had to say one more thing. He half-heartedly punched Scott on the chest, their faces only half a foot away from each other.

"You get a few minutes to recover and then you will fuck me," he managed between his panting.

Scott grinned from one ear to another. "It's a deal if you kiss me first."

He grabbed Stiles' neck and pulled him down for another lavish kiss and Stiles once again gave in.

When Scott impaled his ass, Stiles enjoyed everything they did together. He felt like a slut, but he so didn't care.

by naaru

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