“You know, I expected your wolves to teach you better, Stiles.”
The Nogitsune tilted its head curiously, almost child-like, but Stiles knew better than to fall for its confidence. It had to know that the pack was rounding up on it and it didn’t have much longer outside of its cage. At least Stiles hoped so.
“Stop bullshitting. It’s checkmate, game over,” Stiles said, unable to keep the tremble off his voice. It was unnerving, talking to the Nogitsune. He couldn’t shake the wrongwrongwrong feeling that crawled up his skin whenever he looked at the demon fox wearing his face.
It clicked its tongue and shook its head, coming closer to Stiles with a sickening smile on its face. Unconsciously, he took a step back, wondering how long he had to play this game with the creature before it killed him. He could really use a divine move now.
“Did you really think so, Stiles?” His face shifted, anger taking over its features. It raised its voice as it walked Stiles back. “Divine move? DIVINE MOVE? I AM A THOUSAND YEARS OLD! YOU CAN’T KILL ME!”
Stiles’ back hit the wall behind him and his body went cold as he realized he had nowhere to run. The Nogitsune finally caught up to him, putting a hand on his chest, pushing him back against the cold concrete on his back.
Fear gripped his insides, a ball of anxiety settling on his stomach, as the Nogitsune came even closer, its face barely a couple of inches away from his. It inhaled deeply in a rare show of intimacy that left Stiles feeling immensely confused and mildly aroused. Now that was something that would hunt his nightmares for years to come. If he even had years to come. Where was the pack anyway? They should have been there already. If only to save him from his own horniness.
“You like this,” the creature said, pleased.
“I don’t,” Stiles replied automatically.
The Nogitsune laughed, its breath caressing Stiles’ cheek and he shivered. “If you don’t like it now, you will like it later.”
Then one its - his - its hands went to Stiles throat and Stiles stiffened. “Get off me,” he tried to say, but the hand squeezed and nothing but a gargle came out of Stiles’ mouth.
“Ah, Stiles,” the creature said in his ear, squeezing the air out of him with every passing second. Stiles attempted to wriggle out of its hold but it was stronger than he had ever been. “I’ll show you how to enjoy pain the way a fox does.”
The Nogitsune licked his face and Stiles had a moment of detachment where he saw the scene from the outside, as if he was dreaming once again: the Nogitsune choking the life out of him and Stiles’ boner digging into the creature’s - his - the creature’s thigh. It wasn’t like masturbating in front of the mirror, it was his mirror self coming out of another plane to touch him in ways only he knew he wanted to be touched.
His knees buckled when the Nogitsune bit down his ear and let go of his throat. Stiles gasped, almost drowning in his newfound freedom to breathe, but it didn’t last long, as the Nogitsune put its hand back on his neck a moment later.
“Tell me you’ll give me your pain, Stiles,” the creature whispered, making every hair on the back of his arms stand.
“Fuck you,” he spat, ignoring the pressure in his pants that wanted to discover how it felt to be taken by someone, something else wearing his face.
The creature smiled.
Stiles didn’t know his face could look like that when he smiled, completely devoid of any emotion but mischief. Then he remembered it wasn’t him.
“Oh, but I am you, Stiles,” the Nogitsune said, reading his thoughts on his face. “You’re in every part of me just like I am in every part of you.”
Anger rose in his chest, bright and hot. “I’m nothing like you.”
One of the Nogitsune’s hands went to his cock, groping his boner through his clothes. “Yet you still want me.”
Heat pooled in his stomach at the touch, magma sliding under the surface moving slowly to reach every nerve ending in his body. Stiles would never admit it out loud, not even in his dreams, but he did want it. Just once, just a taste.
The Nogitsune didn’t wait for an answer and leaned down to kiss him, licking his lower lip hungrily. Stiles’ resolve crumbled and his mouth opened to the creature’s, swallowing its tongue inside his mouth with a moan. He felt his own smile against his lips, a stark reminder that the Nogitsune wore his face, and his dick twitched in the creature’s grip.
For a moment, everything seemed suspended in time, nothing but the sound of their kiss interrupting the stillness of the night around them.
Then both of the Nogitsune’s hands went to his pants and the sound of his zipper rang in his ears louder than a scream.
Stiles wanted to say something, to remind himself why this was a terrible idea, to wake up in his bed with a semi from yet another dream where the Nogitsune took his body in a different way, but when he looked down and saw the creature’s hands, his own hands in a different body moving to someone else’s will, Stiles almost came from the sight alone.
It pushed his pants down, stroking his cock with its left hand while its right hand came up to wrap around his throat once again. The Nogitsune’s face came closer, its eyes going to Stiles’ lips then back to his eyes.
“When will you understand you’re mine, Stiles?” its words were punctuated by a painfully dry stroke of his cock that only managed to arouse him more. “You can kiss your days alone goodbye. Wherever you go, I’ll find you and make you mine again. No wolf will steal you from me.”
Stiles’ brain barely had a moment to catch up with its words. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Stiles. I’ve been inside of you, I know exactly how much you want Derek Hale.”
He swallowed, feeling how the Nogitsune’s hand followed the movement on top of his Adam’s apple. It squeezed lightly, not exactly choking him yet, but Stiles couldn’t exactly move away either.
The Nogitsune continues. “We can have him if you want. If you promise to be good.”
Stiles’ brain was reeling, the pressure on his throat keeping him from thinking straight.
“If you dare to touch Derek, I will end you,” he said through gritted teeth.
Its smile came back in full force. “Stiles, Stiles, Stiles. Haven’t we established by now that I’m not going anywhere?”
A blink later, Stiles was being turned and pushed against the wall, concrete scratching his cheek where the Nogitsune was holding his head down, painfully fisting a handful of hair. His heart beat faster, a frantic rhythm that screamed yes yes yes.
The Nogitsune pushed his pants all the way down to his knees and shoved a thigh in between his legs to spread them apart, biting down at the juncture where his neck met his shoulder, sending a shiver down his spine.
For a brief moment, there were no hands on him and Stiles felt the creature shift behind him, then, two fingers slid into his mouth going as far down his throat to make him gag. Stiles’ dick twitched at the sensation of feeling his mouth full, leaking with arousal. He moaned when the Nogitsune took its – his! – its long fingers out of his mouth, missing them already.
However, he didn’t have time to wonder where they went, because a moment later, he felt a digit press its way inside his asshole. Stiles had fingered himself before —he was a horny 17 year old after all— but it had never felt like this before: raw, exposed, vulnerable. Heavenly, almost.
The Nogitsune didn’t wait for Stiles to adjust to anything before shoving another finger in, pushing in and out impatiently, as if it couldn’t help itself. Stiles supposed it couldn’t, not when it fed on pain, strife and misery.
Unfortunately for the Nogitsune, Stiles was enjoying the burning sensation in his hole more than the creature probably intended.
Bored of Stiles’ antics, it changed its pace, shoving a third finger in and fingering him with abandon, hitting Stiles’ sweet spot every once in a while. He moaned louder, convinced that his pack could hear him from wherever they were hiding. Somehow, this fact only aroused Stiles more.
“You’re enjoying this too much,” the Nogitsune said in his ear. “You will beg me to stop.”
To be honest, Stiles wanted to beg. He wanted to be used until he forgot his own name, but he wouldn’t admit it out loud under threat of bodily harm. Not that those threats would do anything but arouse him. Maybe he was a little broken, a little infected by the Nogitsune’s stay in his body, but he wanted to feel it the next morning. If he even had one on the horizon.
The Nogitsune spread Stiles’ legs further apart and his fingers slid out of him, leaving him empty and exposed. After some shuffling that should’ve given Stiles enough time to escape if he were so inclined, he felt the head of the creature’s cock slide between his legs, thick and leaking, teasing his hole.
Then, without any sort of warning, it pushed its – his – its cock inside of him.
Stiles didn’t have any delusions about having a big dick and he was more than content with his average sized cock that no one had complained about so far. So it was a surprise to feel his hole burn when the Nogitsune slid inside, inch by inch until he was fully inside. His breaths became uneven, his heart pounded in his ears and his knees threatened to give out under him if he didn’t take a moment, but his doppelganger didn’t give him the chance as he pulled out almost all the way, then rammed back into him.
Tears came to his eyes as the Nogitsune continued to fuck into him slowly, methodically, making sure to go all the way inside to hit Stiles’ sweet spot until he started babbling. “Yes, yes, yes. Please don’t stop.”
Stiles put a hand on the wall in front of him to attempt to adjust his angle, however the creature was faster and it grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm and pushing him harder against the wall. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing that had happened to him. For a detached moment, Stiles forgot why he wanted the Nogitsune gone when it was the only one who could give him this. Who cared about the pain in his ass when it was followed by a snap of pleasure as the creature’s cock hit his prostate.
But it wasn’t any creature fucking him, it was a creature wearing his own face. It was using Stiles’ own hands to keep him restrained, Stiles’ own teeth to bit a mark his neck, Stiles’ own dick to fuck into him.
He knew why he was supposed to hate it, but how could he be trusted to make any decision when the same creature had been pulling his strings for weeks? The Nogitsune knew him inside and out and he could manipulate Stiles to its liking. It was in every part of Stiles just as Stiles was in every part of it.
Stiles was too lost in the sensations spreading through his body to make sense of what the Nogitsune was saying, but he thought he heard the words slut, pet and mine, repeatedly. Heat rose to his cheeks as humiliation set in, but whatever the Nogitsune intended, it probably wasn’t the mix of anger and arousal that grew between his legs. His cock hurt from neglect and Stiles was dying to touch himself, but he was sure that if he tried to do it, he may lose one of his limbs in the process.
The Nogitsune grunted behind him and Stiles felt his hot breath in his ear. “You’re gonna come now, Stiles.”
In other circumstances, with someone else maybe, those words would’ve tipped him over the edge immediately, but hearing his own voice echo the creature’s words was only throwing fire into the firepit of anger boiling inside Stiles.
How dare the Nogitsune try to give Stiles an order?
“Fuck off,” Stiles said, his words almost lost in a moan.
His doppelganger laughed in his ear. Its laughter rang inside Stiles’ skull like a car alarm, shrill and unnerving. It didn’t say anything as it snapped its hips into Stiles, setting a frantic, almost desperate rhythm that made him spill the tears he’d been holding back.
“Fuck it, fuck you, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Stiles mumbled, feeling his cheek bloody where it scratched the wall he was being fucked against.
The Nogitsune let go of his twisted arm, using his leverage to grab Stiles’ hair and pull his head back, arching his back. It was enough for Stiles to fall over the edge, his vision went white, and he was coming coming coming, his dick twitching untouched between his legs.
His knees buckled and he almost fell to the floor, but his doppelganger wasn’t done yet and it grabbed his hips to keep him upright as it fucked into his hole with animalistic abandon, growling, its nails digging painfully where it was holding him.
Stiles’ cock felt heavy between his legs and the Nogitsune must have noticed that the last thing he wanted was more stimulation because that’s when it decided to touch his dick, using Stiles’ own come as lube to stroke him until his dick started to fill with blood again.
“Please, please, please,” Stiles babbled, but the creature didn’t care for anything but his own satisfaction and Stiles’ painful overstimulation must have been like a buffet for it.
Minutes passed with the sound of the Nogitsune wrecking him as it fucked him, Stiles’ whimpers lost between the sound of skin against skin and the creature’s – his own fucking voice – the creature’s voice humiliating him.
Stiles couldn’t take it any longer when he came again, his legs giving out under himself. He scraped his knees as he fell, but that was the least of his worries when the Nogitsune grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, then said “open up, slut.”
And he did. Stiles opened his mouth wide as the creature stroked itself to completion and painted his face with its seed. It used two fingers to gather the come on his cheek and push it into his open mouth.
“You’ll never understand how much other people’s pain gets me off, Stiles.”
Stiles tried to say something, but his throat felt raw and bloody, and he wondered if he’d screamed a lot without realizing. The creature zipped up its pants and reached a hand out to Stiles. He looked up at him, then spat his own– the creature’s spill at its feet.
“Fuck you.”
The Nogitsune smiled. “Ah, Stiles. And here I thought we reached an agreement.”
Stiles stood up, leaning on the wall he’d been against as he cleaned his face, then pulled his pants up. “Over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged.”
A howl came from somewhere to their left and Stiles felt his confidence rise as he said, “I guess we’ll see.”