Hell's Children

Chapter 58: Backstabbing Prick (With Wings)

WARNINGS: Slight Sexual Content

Stiles glanced over the texts. He flinched as he felt his boxer's waistband releasing his cock. He looked down, meeting Derek's eyes.

"Derek, I have to go soon," Stiles groaned, watching him lick at his shaft and tip greedily.

"You said afternoon," Derek said, crawling in bed with him, "It's only 8 in the morning."

Stiles placed his phone down. Derek kissed his chest and neck before lingering at his lips. He pried Stiles's boxers off and tossed them aside. He flipped him over like a pancake and lifted his hips.

All of Stiles's resistance went out the door as soon as Derek started rimming him. He arched his back, leaning into him with a pleasured groan.

"Holy fuck. That feels good," Stiles whispered, his eyes fluttering close.

He jerked forward when he pushed his tongue inside of him. Derek pulled him back in. Stiles's thighs spread apart for him, so he could show attention to his growing erection.

"Are you enjoying yourself," Derek muttered, trailing his fingers lightly against his hardened shaft.

"Derek..."

"I need an answer," Derek said, pulling away.

"Yes! Yes, I am," Stiles said, desperate for more.

Derek returned to eating his ass out. His fingers left a ghost trail on his cock. Stiles twitched against the bedsheets, precum coated his tip.

"Child, I need... Oh my father!"

Stiles covered his body as Derek and him both turned to Michael.

"Who the hell are you," Derek spat.

"I was... I... I can come back," Michael said, getting uncomfortable by the second.

"Michael, what the fuck are you doing? Were you trying to sneak a peek? Shouldn't I be cutting off your male organs because of this," Stiles snapped, although he was being sarcastic as well.

"I assure you, this was a mistake. Um... Cloth yourself, and I will come back in," Michael said, leaving the room.

Stiles got dressed with Derek.

"So that's Michael," Derek asked, "The self-righteous, backstabbing prick?"

"Yes," Stiles said.

"I can hear you," Michael said, outside the door.

"Good," Stiles snapped, "Give me a second to handle this."

"I'm not leaving you with him," Derek scoffed.

"Derek..."

"Stiles, I can't lose you. I meant that," Derek said.

Stiles kissed him sweetly.

"I'll be okay. I promise," Stiles reassured, resting his forehead against Derek's.

"Are you almost done," Michael asked, interrupting their moment.

Derek kissed him on the cheek and opened the door. He shoulder-checked Michael on the way out.

"What do you want, Michael," Stiles asked.

"Where is Lucifer," Michael asked, already frustrated with his wild goose chase.

"Fuck if I knew! That jackass still owes me an explanation on why he left in the first place," Stiles said.

"Does anyone know where Lucifer is? It's not like he vanished off the face of the earth," Michael snapped.

"You're certainly not gonna find him yelling at me," Stiles sassed.

"You know something, you little runt! You're all protecting each other, aren't you," Michael theorized.

"Or maybe... And hold on... Wait for it... We just don't like you," Stiles whispered as if he told a shocking secret.

He topped it off by gasping dramatically with wide eyes.

"I'm not going crazy! I felt Lucifer's presence on earth! He's here and I know he is," Michael argued.

"Have you been smoking with Jesus again," Stiles sassed, "I know how he enjoys his incense. It may smell good, but you gotta be careful dealing with the extra zesty stuff that he likes."

Michael rolled his eyes. He should've known better than to come ask Stiles. Getting him to snitch was like pulling teeth from a dinosaur.

"Goodbye, Stiles," Michael sighed.

"Good luck on your smoking journey," Stiles smirked.

"I'm not smoking," Michael snapped, storming out.

Derek walked back into the room after he was gone.

"I'm guessing, we're good now," Derek asked, sitting on his bed.

"Yep," Stiles said, sending a text, "And it's only 8:45."

Derek chuckled as Stiles lunged at him.