I don't even know your name, [Stiles whispers, tensing as a flare of pain licks through his veins. He's human, those pheromones are foreign and they hurt. But Stiles nods, lets his lips part in a harsh pant.] I-I won't fight you. S'what I'm here for...
[He's never done anything like this before. And while the pheromones are saying his body is ready, he's not an Omega and he's not self-lubricating. What are they using males for, anyway? Stiles isn't a wolf, he can't get pregnant...right?
I.. [Name. Does he have a name? He's been 'wolf' and 'monster' for so long. Distracted, Sam rubs his cheek into his skin again.] S-Sam. My name is S-Sam.
[The blanket is slowly pushed off his shoulders and Sam presses in closer to him, needing to feel his skin. His mate could be an anchor. A way to keep himself grounded. No more blood.]
I'm Stiles. [Stiles whispers back, holding still and clenching his fists as the pheromones run their course. He wonders how long they'll take to work out of his system, if they'll damage anything long-term.]
S-Stiles. [He's still struggling with basic words as he crawls closer, wanting to press his entire body close into him.] Please. Don't.. don't want to hurt. [He's already growing hard, his rut starting to warm. The pheromones are reacting with his, mingling, filling the air with the smell of sex.]
M'not fighting, I promise. [Stiles reassures Sam, swallowing hard when he feels the wolf's length hardening against him. He can feel some of the pheromone reactions, though they aren't as strong in him as they would be in a wolf, and his body begins to respond, slower.
It's not comfortable, however, and Stiles wonders if serving up his virginity on a cold, dirty, hay-covered floor is really worth the money, but it's too late now and he'd do it all again if he could. His dad needed him, and Stiles had come through.] ...I don't want you to, either. Please.
[He’s human. The false scents of an Omega in heat can’t hide that from him. Sam fumbles in the box that they’d left in the room, pulling out a plastic bottle and shoving it into Stiles’ hands. He knows the clear liquid is important somehow, but it’s a little out of his grasp at the moment. The wolf returns to pressing in against Stiles, nosing at his neck, the warmth of his skin.
He doesn’t want to hurt him. This human is his mate. Sam rumbles low in his chest, the desire to take him nearly overwhelming.]
Try. Can.. can try. Want to try. [Sam presses his face into Stiles hair, breathing in his reassuring scent, buried beneath the false pheromones] Mate. [A low growl] Mine.
All yours. Yours. [Stiles repeats, though he doesn't understand the significance behind it. Maybe the wolf didn't really want to kill him; maybe he wanted to keep him for mating or entertainment or whatever. Stiles would cooperate, of course, and one look at the bottle is all he needs to know about what Sam wants him to do.] Okay, okay, mate. Right. Got it.
[Stiles quickly uncaps the bottle, letting Sam sniff and explore his body as much as he wanted. His. Hopefully Sam was the type of wolf to take care of his stuff.
Stiles squeezes some of the lube onto his finger, quickly reaching down to circle his own entrance. He's never done this before, but he knows he needs to learn, fast.]
[He noses at his neck, his hair, his ear, pausing to drag his tongue along his jaw. Even in mating, he’s now more wolf than human. All taste and scent and sensation and he doesn’t want to hurt him. He needs to keep him alive and safe. Mate.Protect.Claim. The smell of the drugs they’ve pumped him full of are off-putting, but he can smell the true scent of his skin beneath it. Wants more.
Golden eyes flash as he presses in, struggling to push the blankets beneath Stiles as he crowds in.
All yours. Yes.
His human side is struggling with the wolf, trying to keep himself in check. He really doesn’t want to hurt anyone. But he’s been beaten and starved and hurt for so long, all he has left to operate on is instinct.Sam crowds in, hips moving against Stiles’ thigh, clearly struggling to wait, to give him a moment.] Please.. mate.
[Stiles shivers at the tongue against his jaw, eyes wide as Sam presses closer, rocking against his hip. He worls himself a little faster stretching and fucking himself on his fingers.]
Wait just...one minute. Please. [He's trying not to beg, to move faster and prepare himself, but he's nervous and the pheromones hurt, his arms are shaking.]
[Wait. Give it a moment. Sam visibly struggles with this, trying to hold himself still against Stiles as he prepares himself. Panting, he scents and tastes his skin. The rut is sinking in, his world turning into a warm haze of need, a desperate desire to lose himself in his mate. Stiles lays one hand on his chest and Sam looks down at the touch, body trembling with want. He doesn’t want to hurt him, his human mate.
Closing his eyes, Sam tips his head down, choking on an impatient growl. Time. He can give him time.] Try. Can try. Need.. [He groans] You smell like home.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. [Stiles quickly rocks down onto his hand, watching Sam carefully. He's stretching, but not nearly fast enough. Please. Please...] I'm sorry...
Home? [Stiles spreads his legs a little wider, slipping a second finger in and hurridly continuing.]
Home. [It's a vague memory from Before. A time when he had been warm and safe and loved. Stiles smells like all of that. Like he could be safe and loved and warm again and he needs that if he's going to survive.
[The scents are maddening and he chokes on a sound of need, hips twitching into Stiles.] Please. Please. Need..
[It sounds like smelling like home is a good thing, and Stiles prays it is. Even if the drugs hurt, at least they're keeping him from getting killed.
Stiles bites his lip, squeezing his eyes shut. He's not ready, mentally or physically. But Sam...he can hear how much Sam needs to mate, on the point of pain. And he's trying, he's trying so hard to let Stiles prepare. The teen removes his fingers, though one look at Sam's large member tells him it probably won't be enough for a first time, and squeezes a generous glob of lube onto his palm, quickly spreading it over Sam's cock before he could think about the fact that he was touching another man's cock for the first time.] O-okay...
[Stiles. The name circles in Sam's brain as he tries so hard to hold still. Home and warmth and love and he'll be lost without him. Lost and become a monster forever.
The pass of his slick hand along his fevered skin tears a ragged moan that's very nearly a growl from him. No one has ever touched him like that before.
Sam scents along his neck, shoving the blankets beneath Stiles as he covers him with his body. Panting, he presses in, groaning as he finds his slick and ready entrance. He tries to go slow, tries so hard, crying out brokenly as he pushes inside. Warm, snug heat and it's like coming home.]
[Stiles tries to muffle his cry as Sam pushes in - at least he's slow, but that's going to take some getting used to. He stretches a little more, uncomfortably accomodating Sam's length, but nothing tears and all Stiles does is whimper, so it's fine.
Sam is all around him, touching everything, everywhere. This isn't what Stiles expected when he signed up for this, but at least he won't die a virgin? Not that this is fun, either, and he's probably still going to die.]
S-slow, if you can. [Stiles requests quietly, unsure if he's allowed to speak, or if he's allowed to hold onto Sam because right now his fists are clenched by his side and it'd be easier if he had something to hold on to.]
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[He's never done anything like this before. And while the pheromones are saying his body is ready, he's not an Omega and he's not self-lubricating. What are they using males for, anyway? Stiles isn't a wolf, he can't get pregnant...right?
Oh God, he doesn't even know that much anymore.]
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[The blanket is slowly pushed off his shoulders and Sam presses in closer to him, needing to feel his skin. His mate could be an anchor. A way to keep himself grounded. No more blood.]
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It's not comfortable, however, and Stiles wonders if serving up his virginity on a cold, dirty, hay-covered floor is really worth the money, but it's too late now and he'd do it all again if he could. His dad needed him, and Stiles had come through.] ...I don't want you to, either. Please.
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He doesn’t want to hurt him. This human is his mate. Sam rumbles low in his chest, the desire to take him nearly overwhelming.]
Try. Can.. can try. Want to try. [Sam presses his face into Stiles hair, breathing in his reassuring scent, buried beneath the false pheromones] Mate. [A low growl] Mine.
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[Stiles quickly uncaps the bottle, letting Sam sniff and explore his body as much as he wanted. His. Hopefully Sam was the type of wolf to take care of his stuff.
Stiles squeezes some of the lube onto his finger, quickly reaching down to circle his own entrance. He's never done this before, but he knows he needs to learn, fast.]
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Golden eyes flash as he presses in, struggling to push the blankets beneath Stiles as he crowds in.
All yours. Yes.
His human side is struggling with the wolf, trying to keep himself in check. He really doesn’t want to hurt anyone. But he’s been beaten and starved and hurt for so long, all he has left to operate on is instinct.Sam crowds in, hips moving against Stiles’ thigh, clearly struggling to wait, to give him a moment.] Please.. mate.
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Wait just...one minute. Please. [He's trying not to beg, to move faster and prepare himself, but he's nervous and the pheromones hurt, his arms are shaking.]
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Closing his eyes, Sam tips his head down, choking on an impatient growl. Time. He can give him time.] Try. Can try. Need.. [He groans] You smell like home.
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Home? [Stiles spreads his legs a little wider, slipping a second finger in and hurridly continuing.]
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[The scents are maddening and he chokes on a sound of need, hips twitching into Stiles.] Please. Please. Need..
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Stiles bites his lip, squeezing his eyes shut. He's not ready, mentally or physically. But Sam...he can hear how much Sam needs to mate, on the point of pain. And he's trying, he's trying so hard to let Stiles prepare. The teen removes his fingers, though one look at Sam's large member tells him it probably won't be enough for a first time, and squeezes a generous glob of lube onto his palm, quickly spreading it over Sam's cock before he could think about the fact that he was touching another man's cock for the first time.] O-okay...
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The pass of his slick hand along his fevered skin tears a ragged moan that's very nearly a growl from him. No one has ever touched him like that before.
Sam scents along his neck, shoving the blankets beneath Stiles as he covers him with his body. Panting, he presses in, groaning as he finds his slick and ready entrance. He tries to go slow, tries so hard, crying out brokenly as he pushes inside. Warm, snug heat and it's like coming home.]
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Sam is all around him, touching everything, everywhere. This isn't what Stiles expected when he signed up for this, but at least he won't die a virgin? Not that this is fun, either, and he's probably still going to die.]
S-slow, if you can. [Stiles requests quietly, unsure if he's allowed to speak, or if he's allowed to hold onto Sam because right now his fists are clenched by his side and it'd be easier if he had something to hold on to.]
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