Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell (Sterek) (Destiel)

Meaningless

Stiles pushed Derek back on the bed slowly crawling over him, their lips never parting. Derek's towel was still around his waist. Stiles slowly slid his hand down Derek's chest and to where the towel was tucked to keep it up. He hesitated slightly expecting Derek to stop him. He didn't.

Stiles tugged gently on the towel loosening it from Derek's hips.

Derek let himself enjoy Stiles' touch. He could feel his wolf impatient for more but he was letting Stiles set the pace. The less in control he was, the better. His wolf was easier to control when Stiles had the reigns. His wolf demanded control and if Derek did anything to dominate Stiles at all, he might not be able to control himself and the last thing he wanted was to mark Stiles without his okay.

"Stiles." Derek panted as Stiles pushed the towel back revealing his left hip.

"Hmm?" Stiles didn't pull away from Derek's neck where he was currently placing open mouthed kisses.

"This is dangerous...I could..." Derek trailed off as Stiles bit down gently on Derek's shoulder.

"I trust you, Derek." Stiles spoke against his jaw as he kissed back to Derek's lips.

Derek felt his wolf relax a bit at Stiles' words. Derek didn't realize how important Stiles' trust was to him.

"It's not me you have to worry about. I'm an alpha and my wolf wants you, bad." Derek wanted Stiles to be sure of this.

Stiles didn't respond, instead he pushed the rest of the towel out of the way revealing all of Derek.

Derek wanted to warn Stiles how serious a mark was, but Stiles wrapped his hand around Derek, causing the werewolf to lose all sense of coherency.

"I don't just want you, Derek, I need you. I don't have the control you do. You walk out here half naked and wet and expect me to be able to keep my hands to myself, when I know you want me just as much?" Stiles spoke in Derek's ear as he stroked Derek slowly.

Derek spread his legs causing Stiles to slip between them. He pulled the hunter closer to him. Stiles released Derek as he fell into his chest.

Derek grabbed at Stiles' ass as he pressed their hips together.

Stiles moaned into Derek's mouth.

"Why do you still having clothing on?" Derek growled in response.

Derek pushed the fabric down, allowing Stiles to kick off the last layer of clothing between them. The feel of their erections pressing against each other had Derek struggling to keep his wolf at bay.

"Stiles, I don't know if I can...control myself. " Derek panted.

Stiles ran a hand through the alphas hair. "It's okay, it's just you and I releasing a little tension. Don't think about it too much."

Stiles rested his forehead on Derek's.

"Stiles, I'm not sure you understand, I don't want to mark you." Derek spoke desperately.

Derek's words stung a bit. If he was Derek's mate Derek would want to mark him, so he couldn't be. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed.

"Is there something I can do or not do?" Stiles asked pulling back from Derek some so he could look into Derek's eyes. The pale green color was fading in and out of a deep red. Derek was really struggling.

"Perhaps we need to treat it like just sex. And I-I shouldn't be in control." Derek needed a release, and he wasn't sure he could stop at this point.

"You want me to be in control?" Stiles asked in surprise.

Derek nodded hurriedly.

"You mean, like, me top?" Stiles never imagined Derek bottoming, ever.