A/N: Yes! Finished! And only a day late.

A Happy new Year to you all, may 2015 find you exploring all your kinks, whatever they may be.

tiles came down from the bathroom to find that Derek had tidied up all the shaving paraphernalia. He'd laid out the piercing equipment on the coffee table, set a bright desk lamp focused on the sofa and was sitting ready sporting medical grade latex gloves.

"You might want that." Derek nodded towards a shot of JD that he'd left waiting for Stiles.

"Just one?" queried Stiles, picking up the glass.

"Just one", confirmed Derek. "You only need to take the edge off". Stiles necked the shot and sat down. "Get comfortable, I don't want you moving around too much."

Stiles squirmed around a bit, adjusting his position and making sure his legs were settled on the stools. He looked down at his unadorned ball sac for the last time.

"I'm not gonna watch this, believe it or not I'm not that fond of needles! As soon as they come out, my eyes are shut for the duration."

"That's fine", said Derek, wiping over Stiles' balls with an antiseptic wipe. He reached over and grabbed the tube of topical anaesthetic, squeezing out and rubbing in a good dollop onto the centre of Stiles' sac.

Stiles spasmed and protested "Eeesh, cold!"

"Like that's the least of your worries", mocked Derek looking up at Stiles with a wry grin. "Now placement, you probably do want to check this out. I'll need you to hold your cock up out of the way for the whole procedure"

Stiles grabbed his flaccid penis and pulled it up over his belly.

Derek had taken up a marker pen to indicate the piercings he was going to make. Very gently he held Stiles in one hand trying to ensure that his balls hung as naturally as possible. With infinite care Derek marked the four piercing sites, equidistant down the centre of Stiles bollocks, each consisting of a pair of dots bisected by the seam.

"Is that OK?" asked Derek, Stiles stared down at the markings considering, this would be a last chance to back out, to say hey, only joking, I don't really want to punch eight holes through one of the most sensitive parts of my body. In his mind's eye he pictured the way he would look with the rings hanging exactly where those little black dots were positioned.

Stiles looked back up at Derek, a wide grin on his face. "Yeah", he drawled, "go for it" and he flung his head back and covered his eyes with his other arm.

Derek picked up the clamp. Pinching the skin, he positioned it so that each dot from the first intended piercing was perfectly in the middle of the circular grips. Derek took a deep breath and plunged the piercing needle straight through the taut skin, impaling it on Stiles' genitalia. Stiles hissed but barely moved.

"OK?" asked Derek.

"Yeah", said Stiles, "not as bad as it could have been." He still kept his arm across his face though.

Derek checked back at the piercing, he had to will every ounce of self-control to the fore to prevent a flush sweeping over him at the sight of the needle spiked through Stiles scrotum. Swiftly, he removed the needle and inserted the captive bead ring through the raw wound, taking away the clamp too as that was no longer needed now the piercing was done. While he fixed the bead a tiny drop of blood oozed from piercing site, Derek wiped it away and the one that followed it.

He sat back, "There, that's the first one done, do you want to see it before I carry on?"

"Mmm", said Stiles and he glanced down. Holding his dick to the side he contemplated the small steel ring hanging about a centimetre below the base of his cock. The bead caught the light from the lamp and glinted brightly, it looked so pretty. A wide smile spread across Stiles' face. "That's awesome!" He dropped his arm back over his head and from underneath said, "I'm ready, you can do the rest now."

Derek rolled his eyes, for what it was worth. He was somewhat relieved that the first piercing had gone so well, he had been confident but still concerned that he could fuck it all up somehow. He gave thanks for the ability to concentrate on a single task and push emotion to the side, knowing that the emotion would come out when they had finished.

With increasing confidence, Derek repeated the piercing procedure three more times. One of the wounds bled more than the others and it took a little while to stem the drips before he could continue. All through the process Stiles lay as still as he could manage, the occasional indrawn breath escaping his mouth.

Derek sat back and hefted a sigh of relief at having finished with little to no upset. "I'm never doing that again", he said.

"Why", asked Stiles, still not looking at his newest modification, "Everything went OK, didn't it?"

"Yes but now I've finished I realise how tense I was throughout. I've done it, I'm really glad I did it but that was an absolute one-off." He started to pack up the piercing kit, hands still shaking slightly as the tension ebbed from his body.

Stiles leaned forward and caught Derek's face in his hands; he pulled him in for a slow, sensual kiss.

"Thank you, babes, thank you for doing this for me and making it the best experience it could be. I'm so glad we did this together." Stiles peppered Derek's face with small kisses, finishing with a big smack on his lips. "Now, let me have a look at it."

Still holding his cock out of the way, Stiles glanced down at his genitalia, he could see the four silver rings hanging from his scrotum but the angle wasn't the best. He stood up, a bit shaky from having kept the same position for that length of time. "Ahh", he hissed as his balls moved, the anaesthetic effects starting to lessen. With a slightly bow-legged gait he tottered, still naked, to the full length mirror by the door. Standing with his legs apart Stiles contemplated his jewellery. The rings were spaced at even intervals right down the middle of his sac, perfectly aligned. Derek had done an excellent job.

The novice piercer followed Stiles over to the mirror and stood behind him, hooking an arm around his waist and his chin on Stiles shoulders. "You do have beautiful bollocks, I've always thought so." Stiles dick now hung down, slightly to the left. "I love how they look so dainty compared to your Prince Albert."

"Mmm", said Stiles nuzzling back into Derek, "Can't wait for you to get your mouth on them."

Derek pulled away slightly. "You know we can't have sex till they've healed, you knew the price of this." He sounded just a little bit regretful. Stiles turned in his arms.

"I can't have sex, not with my boy bits. You can have sex and you can still fuck me but no poundings", he admonished. "You could make lurve to me..." Stiles pouted playfully, "...or I could make lurve to you, I believe I promised you an orgasmathon..."

Derek shook his head in that exasperated-at-Stiles manner he had down pat. "Can we call a rain check on that? To be honest, it was a lot of effort and I really just want to look at them right now."

Stiles turned back around facing the mirror, Derek's eyes cast down Stiles' body, charting the location of every piercing on his boyfriend's torso. From the exquisite gold nipple rings that had originally reawakened his desire for the stunning man in his arms to the Prince Albert hanging heavy from Stiles' cock, taunting Derek with its promise of glorious sex and orgasms, lastly the new Hafada ladder running delicately up his balls, Derek couldn't imagine a sight more delicious or perfect.

"You know", he mumbled into Stiles' shoulder, "The rest of the pack are convinced I'm going to ask you to marry me tonight."

"Wait...what?" Stiles swung his head around to face Derek, eyes wide. Derek smiled and laid a mind warping kiss on Stiles' gorgeous lush mouth. Pulling away reluctantly he said...

"But I think I don't need to do that since I've already given you my rings."

A/N: I was just contemplating an epilogue - basically the orgasmathon - when my BBFF called me and asked me to go do him a favour which he says will take a half hour but I know will cost me the rest of my day. I'm still not sure an epilogue is needed but if you fancy more porny-related goodness, please let me know, I don't have anything better to do tomorrow!