It wasn’t until a week later when Dean had finally worked up the nerve to actually apologize to Derek and Stiles. Well technically, Cas had tricked him into doing so. If it hadn’t been for that manipulative, blue-eyed son of a bitch, Dean would never approach this unnecessary matter any further. But for reasons he couldn’t quite grasp, Cas always found a way to talk Dean into doing stuff he would normally just ignore.
It wasn’t simply that he hated to apologize to someone, he just disliked talking to people on a semi-personal level in general. It made him uncomfortable to put himself into a vulnerable position. If he ever admitted to a mistake, he could be an easy target for practically any kind of interpretation of his personality. And he really couldn’t put up with shit like that right now. Dean knew that Stiles would probably forgive him in the blink of an eye, being the kind-hearted young man he was. The mere thought of Derek on the other hand and having to say sorry to him made Dean sick to his stomach.
And yet, if he was totally honest to himself, he was jealous. Sure, he was mostly pissed off when the wolf used his powers to his advantage, making Dean feel absolutely powerless and it often didn’t seem like he had been a superior hunter for a very long time. But looking at everything that Dean allegedly hated about Derek made it clear that those were in fact the traits he would love to have himself. And for now, Dean just forced himself to push anything related to the wolf into the deepest corner of his mind and concentrated on going over the little speech he prepared for Stiles, the ‘easy’ one. Starting with a small task seemed like the best idea to ease himself into the whole uncomfortable apology thing.
For the past few minutes, Dean had been checking basically every room in the house without any trace of either of them. Which left only one possibility – the basement. It was a mystery to him why of all places Stiles and Derek would choose to spend their time there. But then again, he figured, they probably just liked getting down and dirty all the freaking time. And who could blame them really. The basement room was loaded with a whole bunch of equipment designed solely for the purpose of providing both pleasure and an acceptable – or necessary- amount of pain in nights of the full moon. For a brief moment Dean smiled, thinking of that one time he used to be there with Cas, trying out basically every item available. The hunter shook his head, snapping himself out of the memory and tried to focus. He just hoped he wouldn’t find Stiles and Derek doing exactly that the moment he entered the room. An apology would pretty much seem redundant if two out of three participants were naked.
So now the hunter made his way down to the basement, hitting the light switch as he walked down the stairs. Looking down on the concrete floor, he headed for the end of the hallway. He was about to turn around the corner when he abruptly came to a stop, colliding face-forward with Derek. The wolf was equally surprised by the sudden presence of someone other than himself “Watch it!” he exclaimed, rubbing his forehead. He was holding a six-pack of beer in his left hand and took a step backwards. ‘Great’ Dean thought. Of course he had to walk into that asshole first. “Fine, let’s get this over with.” He said it more to himself. Sozializing with freaks of nature wasn’t exactly on his top ten list of favourite activities. Actually, this was torture. “Okay, here’s the thing.” he sighed and cleared his throat.
“So… “ he leaned back and crossed his arms. “You really are the submissive little bitch he always says you are.” The wolf’s voice echoed in Dean’s mind. “He said what now?” This could not be happening. Dean wasn’t even sure what to be more pissed about. The fact that Cas, his best friend, his lover, actually had the nerve to share intimate details about their private life with someone else, or that bastard of a werewolf that was standing in front of him, humilating him in the worst way possible. Dean could ignore a lot of things, but someone doubting or even insulting his manliness in any kind was definetely not one of them. His eyes became dark with rage. “That’s it.” he grunted, lifting his arm to strike a punch. “You son of a-“ His attack was intercepted by Derek, who was gripping his forearm tightly, making it almost impossible for Dean to wriggle himself out of it. The hunter growled in defeat when Derek’s claws slowly grew larger and sank into tanned skin, causing Dean to inhale sharply. Of course there was no way the wolf could be stronger than him unless he used his freaking powers to his advantage. Another reason to hate werewolves.
Derek didn’t even flinch when Dean launched forward with his free arm in another attempt of punching him in the face. He just caught the hunter’s fist mid-air like it was the easiest thing in the world. The blue of his eyes flared into a gleaming red when he grinned victoriously at Dean. That red. Dean had seen it before. The different eye colors seemed to be some sort of mood indicator for werewolves. Bright ruby circles, surrounded by a fine golden ring when they were scolding the betas of their pack to teach them respect. A threatening crimson colour when they were out for revenge. But this particular shade of red, Dean had only witnessed a few times. His brow furrowed in disbelief and he tried not to look too disgusted when the realization hit him like lightning - Derek was most likely giving him that particular stare for a good reason: it was mating season in freak town.
Dean desperately tried to free himself from Derek’s grasp now, but failed horribly when suddenly the wolf pushed him against the wall, his paws still grasping his wrists and pinning them over the hunter’s head. Derek let go with one of his hands, probably just to show how much power he still had over Dean. The hunter wriggled under the pressure and could feel the wolf slightly move against his hips. What the hell was going on here? A hand closed around Dean’s throat . “There is really no use denying it, Winchester.” Derek breathed huskily against his lips. “I know you like it. I have seen you spread your legs for your angel a dozen times. And I bet you enjoyed every minute of it.” Dean attempted to shout curses at Derek, but the hand on his throat squeezed just a little more so all that came out was an angry growl. Dean’s lips parted to suck in what little air the wolf allowed him to breathe in. His gaze drifted sideways. He didn’t want to face the wolf while he was basically being outed as the most full-fleshed power-bottom to ever exist. But the worst part was – the hunter actually started to get a kick out of this.
“Well, whatta you know?” Derek laughed and stared between their bodies. An undeniable boner was showing through the fabric of Dean’s jeans. Great. Dean rolled his eyes and cursed himself for not having more control over his own body. Derek’s hand loosened around the hunter’s neck and he scratched lightly over the reddened skin, sending shivers down Dean’s spine, his chest and towards another, very sensitive area. “Get your fucking hands off me.” He hissed at Derek when he finally caught his breath again. But it seemed more like a challenge than an actual protest. They didn’t exactly hate each other, but they were also far from sharing this kind of experience unless it was with at least 2 other participants, so they’d never really had to even think about being involved with just each other. “Your body is speaking a whole other language.” Derek purred lowly against his ear.
He was right, though. There was no use denying that Dean got off on this. And now he just needed the friction to do something about it. He was hard and he could feel through his pants that Derek was too. He thrusted his hip forward to grind their bodies together, causing the wolf to inhale sharply through his fangs. Dean leaned his head against the wall to expose his neck and Derek greedily bit down, sucking the vulnurable flesh and almost breaking the skin. “Fuck…yeah” Dean sighed in content, not even caring anymore how submissive it made him sound. So he liked sex - big deal. He rocked his hips against Derek’s, hoping he would finally get more than just the grinding against too many layers of fabric. A hand, a mouth, a tongue – basically anything but that unsatisfying feeling that resulted in nothing more than his underwear being soaked in his own pre-cum. Dean’s mouth flew open with frustration. “Come on…” he almost begged. He could feel Derek’s lips curl up into a smile before he pulled back to face him. The wolf took a good look at the hunter, how his face was blushed with unfulfilled desire and he eventually decided to let go of of his wrists. The hunter let his hands immediately wander towards his crotch. He needed to touch himself unless he wanted that frustrating feeling to continue any further. But once more, Derek grabbed Dean’s wrists and gazed at him, a smug grin forming around his lips. He slowly shook his head and teased “Not yours, pretty boy. Just mine.”
“And how do I know you won’t just slit my throat if you don’t like what I’m doing?” Dean snorted, raising a brow at the wolf. “I guess you better don’t find out.” Derek replied, emphasizing his words with a tightening grip. But as if to reassure him, he slowly changed back from his wolf form, the red glow vanishing from his eyes. He let go of Dean and the hunter hooked his fingers under the waistband of Derek’s pants, pulling their bodies together again, their faces only inches apart. They both groaned when they felt their hard-ons press against each other. “No stalling.” The wolf commanded huskily and pushed back to let Dean unbuckle his belt. The hunter unzipped Derek’s pants and slid one hand under his boxers, cupping the sizeable dick and giving it a few good strokes, which caused the wolf to moan hoarsely in the back of his throat. Derek reached around Dean’s back to grab his ass and squeezed tightly, urging him on to pick up a faster pace. Derek could tell from the enthusiasm in Dean’s actions that he was certainly not just a usual bottom, but a true power bottom. The hunter wanted to be fucked and he knew exactly how to get there.
It didn’t take Derek long until he just pulled Dean’s hand out of his pants and roughly reeled the hunter around, pressing his face against the concrete wall. Dean was unable to move from this position, having Derek’s forearm pressed against his shoulders and the wolf’s crotch against his ass. He anticipated to finally be properly fucked and grinned mischievously over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the wolf’s expression. “Lose the pants.” Derek growled and Dean eagerly obliged, fumbling his belt and he slid down his pants and damp underwear. The bundle of fabric hung loosely around his knees, not really allowing him to spread his legs wide enough, but he was too impatient to actually care about it. He was already way past the point of caring about anything really - other than having a cock inside of him.
Derek forced Dean’s hands over his head again and pressed them against the wall with one hand, once more creating that sweet submissive feeling that Dean had been trying to struggle for so long. The wolf bucked his hips against the hunter’s ass, moving his dick up and down between the cheeks. The weight of Derek’s body was pressing Dean against the wall and he felt his own erection brush against the cold stone wall with each movement. “Son-of-a-bitch!” he moaned hoarsely and squirmed under Derek, trying to gain a more satisfying feeling on either side. The wolf reached around with his free hand to cover Dean’s mouth. He figured it would be better if Castiel didn’t hear what he was doing to his hunter. He could literally be a pain in the ass when someone had sex with Dean and he couldn’t watch. That sick angel.
Pushing against the hunter’s lips, Derek gently forced two fingers inside Dean’s mouth. The hunter moaned a muffled protest against the intrusion, but Derek leaned closer, whispering in his ear. “You don’t wanna go into this unprepared, do you?” Dean had to admit that he sound of Derek’s voice was both soothing and hot as fuck at the same time. Purring lowly, he started to suck off the wolf’s fingers, letting his toungue swirl around the knuckles and covering them in wet hotness. And just to add that extra bit of tension, Dean boldly decided to slightly bite down on the digits. “Don’t even think about it.” Derek hissed against his ear and pulled his fingers out of the hunter’s mouth, leaving a trail of saliva on his pink lips. “Shut up and fuck me already.” Dean moaned, his voice cracking with arousal. Derek gladly obliged by shifting sideways before he thrusted two slick fingers into the hunter’s ass. He wasn’t even surprised at how stretched Dean already was, so he entered a third and fourth digit, finger-fucking him open in a steady pace.
Derek didn’t give Dean much time to get acustomed to the feeling, though. After a couple more thrusts, he positioned himself behind the hunter again. He pulled the fingers out and buried himself inside Dean with one painfully slow movement. The Winchester’s mouth flew open in a silent cry and his fingernails scratched over the concrete as he was overwhelmed with the sudden sensation. Derek was huge. Like, really huge. And it felt so good. Dean swallowed dryly before he started to push back against the wolf, yearning the sweet release. He wanted to come, and he wanted it now. His cock was painfully hard and was dripping with pre-cum and he had nothing except the wall in front of him to provide him with any friction. So Dean rocked back and forth, caught between hard thrusts and the scratching of rough concrete against his skin. God, he was so close, but not nearly close enough.
Derek seemed to have realized how the hunter was squirming under him, so he let go of his hands. He grabbed Dean’s hips and pulled him back from the wall, just enough to have him lean against the cold stone in an awkward angle. This way he could make sure the hunter couldn’t touch himself, because he obviously needed his hands to support his weight. The wolf pulled himself out of Dean completely, eliciting a disappointed grunt from the hunter. He shoved Dean’s pants further down to his ankles, allowing him to spread his legs just a little more. He stood behind Dean and pushed inside again, this time a lot more careless. The hunter gasped and for a moment he thought his knees would give out under him. It was a whole lot of sensations to consume at once. And the worst part was that now he wasn’t even able to take care of his painfully hard dick. He already had a hard time not losing his balance under Derek’s steady thrusts as it was. So there was no way he was going to collapse in the middle of whatever it was that was happening here. But damn! He needed to come.
Derek pushed Dean’s upper body down a bit more, and that was when it happened. He hit that sweet spot inside the hunter, with each thrust sending sparks up his spine. “Holy fuck!” the hunter exclaimed, evidentally caught by surprise. Derek continued to push against that same spot over and over, making Dean moan loudly under him. The wolf gripped the hunter’s shirt and yanked him back in an upright position. He reached around, firmly grasping Dean’s cock. Derek had barely given it a good squeeze when the hunter trembled and came into his hand, shuddering while his orgasm hit him hard and he let his head drop back onto Derek’s shoulder for support. The wolf thrusted into Dean a few more times. The feeling of muscles contracting around his dick and that greedy bottom bitch in front of him was enough to finally send him over the edge as well. He repeatedly pushed into Dean’s tight ass, sinking his teeth into the hunter’s neck while his body almost automatically worked itself through the aftershocks of his climax.
They both stood there for a moment, Derek almost embracing Dean as they tried to catch their breath again. The hunter was still leaning against the shoulder behind him, his head turned slightly towards Derek’s. “Hmm.” The wolf sighed thoughtfully, leaning closer to press his lips against Dean’s. The hunter was visibly surprised. A strange mixture of confusion and indifference graced his features when Derek suddenly deep-tongue kissed him, with eyes closed and the whole shebang. Derek pulled back just seconds later, a dirty grin on his face. “Aplogy accepted.”
Dean looked at him, the confusion finally taking over completely. Was he fucking serious? But instead of getting an answer he could only feel the warmth of Derek’s body disappear behind him when the wolf pulled himself out of him. Derek zipped his pants and casually picked up his six-pack of beer from the ground, while Dean was still staring at him, open-mouthed and shaking. Derek gave him a sympathetic clap on the shoulder “Good talk, Winchester.” he teased, before he made his way out of the basement, leaving Dean standing there like a complete idiot. An idiot with his pants around his ankles and cum stains on his legs. It was hardly any comfort to know that probably no one had witnessed this incident. Maybe Dean’s mind would have been at ease if he had known what happened next.
Derek was just getting up the stairs when he saw a figure blocking his way. Shit. “Cas.” He tried to make it sound as casual as possible. But he could tell from the squinty eyes that the angel most likely already knew what had just happened. “Derek.” Cas answered in almost the same uncomfortable tone. “You know where Dean is?” “Yeah he -uhm… was just downstairs, apologizing for that thing with Stiles.” Derek figured it was no use lying too much. “Yeah, I know…” Cas remarked and Derek could swear his eyes had gotten even squintier with suspicion. “We’re gonna have a talk about that later.”
