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A soft moan of pleasure broke through the rolling grasses, as the breeze blew red and yellow petals loose from the flowers. They flowed through the valley along the path of the breeze, winding around the handle of a basket that sat near the two naked forms laying on a old worn blanket. Pieces of clothing lay here and there, parts of a picnic were scattered around forgotten by the two young men lost in their passion for each other.
Stiles panted for breath.
From the kiss he had shared with his lover. Sword callused hands roamed over Stiles naked form, making his body respond as if it belonged to the other man rather than to Stiles. Stiles in return, wrapped his hand around the hard flesh of his lover's cock, stroking it with a firm grip, causing the other man to cry out. Stiles smirked against his love's shoulder, loving the look of dazed pleasure in those wonderful mulit-colored green-blue-gray eyes.
It made these moments they could steal with each other all the more precious to Stiles. For soon, their time together would come to an end. Lips grazed the side of Stiles neck, softly. Stiles sank the fingers of his other hand into his lover's thick black hair in response.
"Derek," Stiles whispered out. A prayer to gods he no longer believed in. The gentle kiss on his neck became a hard sucking. Stiles knew he would come way from his encounter with more than one mark on his body by this man. Derek's hands cupped Stiles ass lifting him up off of the scratchy blanket they lay on and pulled him more tightly to Derek's own body. Stiles had moved from Derek cock to grip Derek's hip as his lover's cock rubbed up against his own. Derek gently parted Stiles legs and settled into the vee of them. Derek's cock head slipping down past Stiles cock, and over Stiles pussy's lips. Stiles arched his back at the contact. He shivered at the heat of Derek's cock pressed so intimately against him. Stiles could feel his own wetness practically dripping from his pussy onto Derek's cock. Minutes or hours could have passed with the lovers rubbing and humping, trying to get closer to each other in this enjoyable way...until Derek's cock brushed, almost sinking past the entrance of the lips of Stiles pussy. Causing Stiles to freeze,
"No, Derek," Stiles whimpered, pushing at the larger man's chest.
"Why," Derrek asked in a harsh whisper in Stiles ear, "Why can't we," still teasing Stiles pussy with the head of his cock.
"You know why," Stiles said with time irrtatedly, he shoved harder against Derek's chest until the man sighed and moved away, "I have to remain pure until my Bonding. There can be no doubts about the parentage of the child I bare...when I bare it."
Alpha, Beta, Omega. The universe is ruled by these three genders. Stiles knew, bitterly. Alpha Males the size of their cock's and balls were bigger than other males and had knots on their cocks for breeding, locking into the female or omega they bred offspring with. Beta Males had no knots and mostly mated with women, though it was not unheard of for a Beta to mate with another Beta Male or even an Alpha. Omegas were born with a cock and a vagina were almost always male but there had been a few cases where there were female omegas but they were very rare. Omegas could give birth to offspring the same way a female could. Alpha and Omegas were a genetic throw back to a time when most females had almost been wiped out by a plague. Science found away to give males the ability to have offspring...hoping for female children to replace the dwindling female population. It succeeded but not for many generations. With all the changes to male genetics mutations were bound to happen...which was all Alphas were, a mutation that became a predominate one on most worlds in the universe.
Stiles shook his head, clearing his thoughts and focused on what his lover was saying...
"Scott doesn't love you! If he did? He wouldn't flaunt that woman in front of the Court of Beacon the way he does!" Derek growled, his canine teeth growing sharper as his temper rose. Stiles grunted in annoyance as he shoved his lover completely off of him. Stiles shivered in the cool afternoon air without the heat from his lover's body to warm him. Lycan body temperture ran warmer than most of the other races in the universe. Derek glared as he lay by Stiles side.
Stiles looked up into the purple tinted sky as the lavender colored clouds twisted into different shapes before the orange and brown planet that hung like a faded picture in it's sky. Stiles knew that planet could only be see at this time of year here.
"Did you know," Stiles began quietly, "that you can see Triskele, just as clearly as you can see Beacon now, during my planets winter months?"
"Don't try to change the subject, Stiles."
"Scott McCall may not love me, the way a husband or a Bond-Mate would but he will be the Alpha King my world needs...the Alpha King my father chose for Beacon."
Beacon had a stupid law that proclaimed Omegas unfit to take the throne of the planet. Which was so unfair! Because if Stiles had been born a Beta or a woman? There would be no question if Stiles could or should rule Beacon. He would be able to do so. But King John Stilinski had been a good man who followed the traditions of the inheritance laws. Which was utter bullshit because an Omega could inherit the title of a Noble House on Beacon...and on some planets of the Nemeton Alliance? Omegas were the rulers!
Derek shifted leaning on his elbow, propping his head in his hand, "Oh, yes," with a sarcastic tilt to his voice, "Lord McCall will make a good king. You've laid all the ground work for that, haven't you, my prince." Stiles flinched at his tone, it was true, Scott really had no head for diplomacy. "During the war, you were the one that fought on the front lines, be it on the ground or in space battles. It was you who stopped the Argent Forces from taking Triskele. Where was Scott during all of that?"
"Derek..."the hardness in Stiles voice so different from the lover's tone of a few minutes ago.
"He was safe in the palace on Beacon" there was a bitterness to Derek's words, "between the legs of that woman!"
Derek's dislike of Scott McCall was a long time one and not without reason. Strangely enough, Stiles, was not the reason of Derek's dislike of the other alpha. No, Scott own actions had managed that. Derek let out a huff, "Scott might make a good king in time, but you? You would make a great one."
"I don't want to fight with you," Stiles whispered as he crawled into the alpha's lap. Not that fighting with Derek couldn't be fun. Whether it was with words or sex play. Being with Derek was always enjoyable. "Not about things we can't change." Because while Derek was an Alpha? He wasn't and couldn't be, Stiles's Alpha. "Our time together is short...be with me?"
Derek surged upwards claiming Stiles lips in a rough and ranchy kiss. Driving his tongue as deep as he could get in Stiles mouth. The younger man sighed in to it. Stiles ran his thumb up and round the head of Derek cock, spreading the pre-come that dribbled from it. Derek's hands clenched on Stiles hips, the tips of his claws pressing on the skin but never breaking it. Derek took a deep breath, panting harshly trying to regain his control. Before moving one of his hands around to squeeze the flesh of Stiles ass, running his fingers down between the clef, on finger stroking the tight hole there, for a moment before moving farther down to and around to Stiles pussy. Derek sank two of his fingers into the deep, wet, place coating his fingers in the well of dripping slick from Stiles pussy.
Stiles moaned at the feel his lover's fingers deep within him as Derek began a smoothly thrusting his fingers in and out of Stiles pussy, rubbing the inner walls with the pads of his fingertips...once, twice, as Stiles rocked his hips back and forth to get them deeper, "Yes, yes, Derek!" Stiles whispered, his eyes closed as his pussy clenched down on Derek's fingers. Blindly, Stiles worked his own hand over his lover's long, hard, cock.
When Stiles orgasm hit him everything went white...
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Stiles scream of his lover's name was what woke him, with his own hand around his cock, come on his stomach and the other hand three fingers deep in his own dripping wet pussy. Frowning, Stiles wiped his hands on the soft, silk sheets. He looked around at the cold, hard, opulent bedroom of his childhood as he sat up.
Derek wasn't there.
Stiles hadn't seen Derek in months...
So in the early morning hours of what was soon to be the engagement day of the newly crowned King of Beacon to the last daughter of Planet Imperial. Stiles put his head in his hands and wept for his own lost chance at happiness.