I'll Be Your Batman

Chapter 25: Fulfilment

WARNING: UNDERAGE SEX IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN. DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ!

I hear him walking down the stairs. I knows it's him.

Yes, yes, yes. My wolf side moans. No, no, no! My consciousness says.

This can't be happening. I'll kill him, I might. . . but maybe I won't. I need him.

I argue with myself and Stiles' footsteps stop. I snap my eyes open and in less than a second, I am in front of the gate.

"Derek?"

I don't say anything, in fear I might say what I am thinking.

I know I must look awful, tousled hair and bloodshot eyes. Dirt and cum all over my chest.

Stiles though, Stiles looks worse. His hair is sticking up everywhere, similar to mine. His eyes are red and swollen, eyelashes wet from previous crying. His cheeks are red and blotchy, the scent of tears marking them. But all in all, he looks fuckable.

I shake my head, I can't have these thoughts.

"You can't-"

"Shh." Stiles whispers. He doesn't break our stare when he opens up the cage door. I am in shock, I must be, because I am not moving to stop him.

Stiles comes inside and then locks himself in the cage. This is when everything registers.

"Wait Stiles you can't-" I walk towards him and fall to my knees moaning. His scent. Oh my god his scent brought me to my knees.

"Derek!" Stiles says in concern.

I hold up a hand, telling him to wait, and look up into his eyes. I soon realize where I am at. I am directly in front of Stiles' cock. I look at it and see he isn't hard like I am.

"I can make you feel good Stiles." I says slowly, placing my hands on his thighs. There is an electric shock happening under my fingertips.

"That's my job tonight." His answer surprises me.

He grabs my arm and I practically moan from the contact. He pulls me up and over a little, to where we are behind a wall connected to the cell door.

He moves his hand up my arm, to my bicep, then lands at my neck, cupping it.

"Stiles you don't know what you're doing." I close my eyes. How can just the touch of his fingertips effect me so much?

"I have a pretty good idea."

He snakes his hand around to the back of my neck, then into my hair, gripping it hard.

I moan and open my eyes. I can't stand it anymore and I slam my lips into his. I moan hard at the contact and he whimpers. I slam him into the wall behind him and lift him up. He wraps his legs around my waist and continues to kiss me. I thrust up into him, needing friction, and we both moan. I can feel his hard cock through his pants, which need to come off soon.

I break the kiss to give Stiles a chance to breathe and to me a chance to taste his neck. I kiss and suck on his neck, leaving bruises. Stiles is moaning hard and I grind my hips again.