[C][M] Propositions

Derya was far from a nun.

Some of the things he'd done in his past would make a nun shriek in horror and disgust.

He just... In front of people? Really?

The boy's hands gripped Derrick's shoulders when he was pulled down.

"I don't glare every time." Just most times. Derrick wasn't the sort of person he would normally hang out with. He was the sort of person he would happily avoid if he were in any normal circumstances.

"Close enough to every time and I haven't even laid a hand on you yet.

If you'd rather call this little deal off and have another try and surviving here on your own then go ahead, I'm not going to stop you."

He wasn't going to put up with the boy's accusing glares and sulking, it was only going to get worst once he actually started using the boy's body.

"You know I don't want that."

The boy sounded annoyed and impatient.

He wouldn't survive if he didn't have someone protecting him. He didn't want someone protecting him because that meant he had to sell his body.

He wouldn't be happy in either situation but at least like this he had the chance to live a little longer without becoming the bitch of a large group of Lycan that wouldn't give two shits about what they did to him.

It was just easier shelving his anger off on Derrick and making the man deal with his anger than be angry at himself.

He leaned forwards to press his lips to Derrick's roughly, hands fisting in the man's dark hair.

He was becoming Derrick's bitch whether he wanted to or not. He just had to learn to get used to that.

Derrick knew that in the boy's eyes he was the lesser of two evils, either he gave into him or he became an easy lay and an even easier kill for someone else.

The larger Lycan gave a surprised grunt as his lips were captured and his hair grasped.

It seemed the boy had found some of the fire he had shown a few months ago, that was good, Derrick was fond of passion.

Derya was going to resent him for touching his body, he knew that, but he didn't care, being with him was a much better fate than what was waiting for him out in the yard.

His hands moved to the boy's jeans, unbuttoning them before slowly pulling the zip down, his hands stroking over his slim waist.

Derya could use the resentment to his favour.

Instead of taking out on the man through glares and curses, he'd throw himself into each time they fucked. Blowing out his anger through sex was the best way to get rid of it without causing possibly fatal trouble for himself.

His cheeks burned as Derrick's fingers tugged at the button of his jeans.

There were still people in the room. He could hear them moaning and growling as they touched each other.

The boy squirmed uncomfortably.

A small grin graced the man's lips as Derya's cheeks lit up with embarrassment at his current situation.

"You'll get use to them."

He muttered, his tone taking on a growled quality as he quickly became aroused at the sight of the boy on top of him.

He lifted the boy's hips and slid his jeans down before hooking his foot on them and sliding them off completely.

Derrick chuckled as he boy squirmed, it was so amusing to see him like this, he tried to be accommodating for him as best he could but it was difficult.

He didn't want to get used to them. He wanted them gone.

He writhed when his jeans were pulled off completely, trying to find the best position to sit in to stop his ass from being on show to the men behind him.

Being naked was normal to Lycan. Even Derya had accepted that. But there was a big difference between being naked and being seen naked in a sexual way.

He didn't want anyone but Derrick seeing him naked sexually.

Derya really wasn't liking this.

The larger Lycan grunted as Derya wiggled about, that was getting highly uncomfortable having him moving around like that.

"For fuck sake."

He growled, gripping the boy's hips and rolling them over so his backside was facing the blank wall behind the boy's bed, his body shielded from view by Derrick's body as they lay on their sides.

"There, they can't see you now."

He muttered, only his back and ass were on display, not that he cared in the slightest, they could look but never touch.

He clung to the man when he rolled over, shrinking back a little.

Derya curled up, gaze flickering over the man's face to try and gauge how pissed off he was at him.

So far Derrick had only kissed him and seen him naked and he'd managed to get the him to swear in annoyance.

Not a good start.

He felt so skittish and scared around the man. He hated that.

Derrick simply rolled his eyes as he looked over at the boy, he looked about ready to scamper off like a little mouse.

"Look, I promised to protect you, I'm not about to tear you to shreds because you annoy me so quit with all these worried looks."

He muttered, gripping the boy's hips and dragging him closer until their bodies were pressed up against one another.

"You're mine now, and I take care of my possessions."

He growled lowly, his hands stroking down the boy's back as he leaned his head down to kiss and lap at his neck.

He took a shaky breath as he tried to calm himself down a little.

Derrick was surprisingly mellow for a newly turned Lycan. He wasn't going into mad rages from little things like other Lycan usually did.

Derya didn't know whether to be relieved or even more worried. If he did snap, it would be very very dangerous for him.

His head tilted back when Derrick kissed his neck.

The boy needed to calm down. He was safe with Derrick.

Derrick had anger issues even before he was turned, he had learned when he was still human how to contain himself, though he did had a limit as to how much he could take, if he was pushed too far he would be seeing red.

The larger Lycan didn't make a move to penetrate him at all, he didn't even make his touches sexual, all he did was stroke the boy's lower back, occasionally dipping to stroke his cheeks as his tongue and lips worked over his neck, kissing and licking his skin, he wanted to boy to be calm.

Derya's eyes slid shut as he focussed on the feeling of the hand stroking his back and the lips at his neck.

His heart rate slowed, thrumming at a much calmer rate against Derrick's lips.

Derrick was his protector now.

If he was scared of his protector, he would live a very scared life. He didn't want that. He needed to learn to trust Derrick.

His hands stroked over the man's shoulders, feeling the muscles under his fingers.

A gentle purr rumbled in the man's chest as the boy's hands stroked over his skin, he could feel Derya's heart slowing down gradually, he liked that, if he was going to be spending time with the boy he didn't want to have to baby him constantly because he was scared, he quite liked some of the sass he had seen earlier.

His hands dipped a little lower now that he was no longer panicking and Derrick moved to caress his cheeks softly, kneading them between his calloused fingers.

His skin was so soft in comparison, clearly he hadn't seen a hard days work in his rather short life.

The boy's nails scraped over Derrick's nipples gently as the man's hands slid lower.

He could find a way to cope with this.

Derrick was a similar build to his last lover. He could pretend that he was him. If there was a false intimacy between them, he could enjoy it more.

He pictured the hands stroking his backside as his last lover. The warm lips and tongue. The kneading of his backside.

Unlike the man's thoughts, Derya had seen hard work before. He had been a farm boy until he moved to Greece. Ever since he was old enough to walk, he was helping around the farm.

The scraping of nails made Derrick groan, his body pushing up against the boy.

His hands slid between Derya's cheeks slowly, his finger brushing against the tight entrance hidden between them.

The man's fingers drew small circled around his ring, tracing it, teasing it, Derya had to get use to his touch, the sooner be became accustomed to it, the easier this relationship would be.

The muscles of his entrance flexed as they were teased, tensing and relaxing as he felt the rough fingers against him.

He bit his lip gently.

With his eyes shut and his mind calm, he found it easy to picture his last lover.

Picturing the man in place of Derrick teasing him like this had a soft moan sounding from him as his hips began to rock slightly.

Derricks lips quirked up slightly as the boy moaned, progress at last, he wasn't a patient man but he was trying his hardest with the boy, not something he would usually bother with.

One hand pulled away and he brought it to his own mouth, laving saliva over his fingers generously before returning them to the boy's entrance.

He only pressed one finger against him now, gently pushing the digit into him, slowly sliding it in. He let Derya adjust for a little while before the finger began to thrust into him slowly, pressing against him as it tried to locate the boy's sweet spot.

Derya shivered softly when he felt the damp heat of a wet finger against him.

Derrick wasn't wasting any time with teasing him.

His body tensed around the finger before relaxing again. The finger pushing inside of him wasn't anything.

From time to time he'd finger himself while jerking off. The need to finger himself didn't come around too often but it was often enough that one or two fingers wasn't going to hurt him.

"You're teasing me, bal," he breathed softly, hips rocking a little more.

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Honey

Bal?

That had taken him by surprise, seemed like the boy was fantasizing about someone else while laying in his bed, that was a bit of an ego bruise.

"Who is Bal?"

He asked gruffly as a second finger thrust into the boy, the speed of his fingers picking up slightly as he looked down at Derya with dark silver eyes.

He shifted a little when the second finger pushed into him a little rougher.

Bought out of his little fantasy, his eyes flickered open to meet Derricks.

He'd gotten too into that fantasy if he'd used a pet name without realising.

"Ignore it," he muttered softly.

He'd definitely pretend he hadn't said it. He didn't want to use any form of affectionate speech with Derrick.

His hips continued rocking against the man's fingers.

The Lycan pursed his lips slightly in distaste, as far as he was concerned he was getting the raw end of the deal, it was more dangerous for him to have Derya than it was for Derya to be with him, the least the boy could do was think of him while they were in bed together.

"Get out of my bed."

The man growled, knocking the pup off onto the floor.

"Go finger yourself in your own bed, I've lost interest."

He muttered, he wasn't intending on fucking the boy tonight, he wouldn't until his body was ready and now he had no intention of pleasuring the little brat.

Darya grunted as he was kicked to the floor.

Fuck.

That hadn't been good.

He didn't know whether that could be patched up or not. Definitely not tonight, he decided. Derrick was angry. He was safer trying to patch things up when he was calmer.

The boy curled up in his own bed and began muttering softly to himself under his breath.

Derrick knew he wasn't the smartest man out there but now he really felt like and idiot, at the moment he couldn't tell which one of them was the bitch, he was definitely being used by the boy.

The Lycan rolled onto his stomach and nuzzled his face into his pillow, it was time for sleep, he couldn't go out and find someone to beat the living shit out of so he would sleep off his fowl mood instead.

It didn't take long, after a short silence the man began to snore in against his pillow.

With the patchy relationship between him and Derrick, he waited until the other two had finished fucking each other and fallen asleep before letting himself drift into a light sleep.

He was the first up in the morning, too.

His mind buzzed as he laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Come daybreak, the door to their room was opened.

Derya slid out of bed, bending to pick up his jeans from the floor next to Derrick's bed as he passed.

He'd take up his spot out in the yard again before anyone else made their way out there.