Ok now I'm just getting ridiculous. I blame the weather and sick leave from work and boredom. I found this prompt over on lj and filled it because I'm clearly crazy. Jo, you are awesome. I don't own teen wolf.

Prompt: Stiles is a spazzy angel and Derek is the devil who wants taint him. With lots of sex.

Sorry if this offends anyone. I accept all flames and criticisms. Reviews (even the angry ones) make me happy.

Yeah so the thing about Angels is they're not that busy. They sit around, sometimes dropping feathers or tripping up jerks who bully kids or making the unlikeliest of people fall in love, like the judge and the convict. At least that's what Stiles does. Because he's awesome like that. His brothers and sisters, yeah they're useless. Allison's always jabbering on about how he's a bad Angel blah no purpose in life blah no desires to succeed blah.

That's a lie actually. He does have desires. Desires of the Derek Hale kind. But yeah he's not supposed to go there because Derek is bad. Like Devil bad. Devils aren't actually that bad. Stiles' best friend Scott is a Devil and he's pretty sure Allison has a crush on him. So stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

See the thing is Derek is hard to resist. He's training Scott to be a good bad Devil, and Stiles keeps crossing paths with him. He's growly and grumpy and his eyes are always flashing red. He's like a boss Devil or something. Stiles isn't sure, doesn't care because Derek's back was to him when Derek's position in the world of the Devils was being explained to him and all Stiles could see was his ass. Derek has a great ass. It's so perfect, round and frim and Stiles bets he has an all over tan. Because, you know, he's a Devil.

So Stiles is chilling out on the rafters of a church picking at his wings where he got that scab from Scott and him getting stuck on a lamp post when he landed badly when they were searching for Buck Fast. Stiles heard it was something awesome, but he never found it. Instead they found some dusty bottles hidden in a monks bedroom. As far as Stiles sees it he's doing a good deed, removing contraband from a monk. Trouble was, his flying was a little off after her hid the contents of the bottles in his belly so yeah, that lamp post totally jumped out on him.

One of his feathers falls and lands beside the crazy woman who polishes the organ keys every day and she beams at it and cradles it and puts it in her purse to go with her other ones.

When the choir comes in Stiles skedaddles because he hasn't been to choir practice since the Henry VIII scandal (that was some awesome entertainment and totally distracting). Derek is outside, lounging on the roof of a crypt puffing wind at girls walking past whose skirts blow up and laughing when they can't get them fixed back around their legs without twisting and turning awkwardly.

'Hey.' Stiles says longing beside him. He's not allowed to do what Derek's doing but no one told him he couldn't watch. Scott does it all the time.

'Hey.' Derek says back. 'So I heard you were checking out my abs when I was working out the other day.'

That's another thing. Angels aren't allowed to work out. They're supposed to be slim and delicate and beautiful. Stiles flexes his biceps in his I'm With Stupid t-shirt and wonders how he broke the mould. He has great arms. 'I was jealous.'

'So you don't want to fuck.' Derek says and he says fuck and Stiles loves that bad word. But he's not allowed to say it. Unless he wants to be a fallen Angel…that's an option.

'I would love to…do that….' Stiles says. 'But I'm an Angel. I know what happens when Angels do…that…remember Jackson.'

Jackson was one of the prettiest Angels. He used to tease Stiles because Stiles wasn't pretty enough. Then a Devil invited him to have sex and next thing they know Jackson has muscles and a boyfriend and he can swear and he still kind of gets to hang out with them. Danny's a great Devil, takes really good care of his boyfriend. And Jackson told Stiles that sex was really great.

Thing about all this temptation is that Stiles is bored. His pranks are starting to tinge on the naughty side of good deeds, like that time last week when…yeah he can't go there. See Stiles and temptation go well together like Stiles has discovered meat (they serve fruit and veg in the canteen back at home, and added tofu to the menu when it became available. Meat is a big no go but Stiles loves burgers. And fries, which are also a no go because, hey grease.) so Stiles is well versed in temptation and if he can walk that path with his eyes closed, so what? He's bored.

'Totally I would love to have sex with you.' Stiles says and thanks the tiny humans for television and porn and Grey's Anatomy because that shit rocks.

Stiles said shit.

In his head.

He is sooooooo bad.

'Come on then.' Derek holds his hand out and Stiles looks at it. Devils are mostly like Angels except they have black wings, and there skin is tanned from hanging out in hot places all day. Stiles skin has some sort of weird heavenly glow to it and its all white. He takes Derek's hand.

They're in a bedroom, and it's got insanely high walls and a bed that's massive with a tall headboard sporting red horns. Stiles stares at Derek who shrugged. 'Blame Lydia.' He says. Stiles does. Lydia was the first Angel to say stuff this shit and defect.

'Actually I defected frist. Well, before Lydia.'

'I'm thinking out loud again aren't i?'

'Yes.'

'Ok, Lydia was the first Angel I know of my generation to defect. Happy.'

'Yes. Take your clothes off.'

'Why?'

'Because we're going to have sex.' Derek says and Stiles stares and remembers what sex really is. His dick twitches and he licks his lips and he's naked on the bed and he doesn't know how he got here but Derek's got him on his knees and Derek's tongue's in Stiles' ass and his hands are caressing that little patch of skin between his wings that Stiles can never get to and he understands why because his dick is leaking like a tap. It feels awesome, like he wants to pluck his feathers awesome but he can't because if he moves Derek might stop what he's doing.

Derek's hand is playing with his balls when something happens. Stiles wants it to happen again and again, forever. Derek catches Stiles come with his hand and then he's pushing it inside Stiles body, inside his ass and Stiles is pretty sure Allison will have a fit and ban him from even visiting because this is so fucking dirty.

He said fucking.

In his head.

He's turning into a badass.

Then Derek's cock is in him and Stiles arms give out, Derek just catches him in time, one hand braced on Stiles shoulder, pulling him back onto Derek's cock. And yeah, this can never ever end.

'Hold yourself up.' Derek snarls and Stiles gets his hands below him again but his arms are weak so he ends up on his elbows. Derek's hands are at the base of his wings now, where feather meets flesh but he's not touching that place in between. 'Fuck.' Derek snarls because Stiles wants to keep him there, how dare he even think of pulling out and Derek ploughs into him, harder and faster and he tugs his wings and it feels so good, then his thumbs press in between his wings in that place and Stiles lets out a scream, coming a second time, his cock never touched.

'Yes.' Derek hisses behind him and fills him up. Derek collapsed onto Stiles back and the shock and the weight and the weakness in Stiles limps have him flailing onto his belly. Derek covers them both with massive black wings as he crawls impossibly closer to Stiles for a second, kissing the back of Stiles neck. Stiles turns his head and it's sloppy with lots of tongue but it's so good. 'Fuck your mouth was made for me.' Derek says as he pulls back, rubbing a finger over Stiles wet swollen lips. Stiles thinks about Derek's finger being another part of him and…yes, he's hard. Again.

'Yeah so you know I won't be allowed back now.' Stiles says as they wash under a waterfall Derek has brought him too.

'Yeah.' Derek tells him, turning him around and probing his hole. Stiles moans pushing his ass back. 'Horny Angel.' Derek mutters before pulling Stiles into a long kiss. His arms wrap around Stiles waist and his massive wings fold around them again until they're completely enclosed in darkness. Derek kisses Stiles mouth and lips and cheeks. Stiles loves making out like this. In this place. With Derek. His Derek.

Strange thing is, Stiles has been sleeping in Derek's bed for the last however long its been, and the gates still open when he approaches. There's no way he should be allowed in here, if these gates knew where his mouth had been just an hour ago…well…

He takes an experimental step across keeping his eyes on his orange converse sneakers. Nothing happens. He looks up. Everybody is going about their normal business. A few of them speak to him when they see him.

Stiles flies to his hanging garden to collect some of his things like his Batman Comics and Abe Lincolns hat, oh and he can't forget his Titanic treasure. He pictures Derek's room with his stuff making it more homely and yeah he decides he needs to insure a few things before he takes it down there. He figures Derek will like the Winchester Rifle and the old Scottish broadsword he found after a battle a few hundred years ago. He's not so sure about the Monty Python DVDs. He shrugs; you can't win em all he thinks.

As he makes big loop the loops on his way back to the gates Allison waves him down. He's going to get a telling off.

'Where have you been? Stiles I've been looking for you forever.' She scolds. Stiles thinks it should look obvious because Jackson has a red glow about him now rather than the weird white one he used to have. That Stiles still has. Huh, apparently Derek hasn't corrupted him that much. Or maybe, Stiles is the least pure Angel there is and there was no corruption needed.

'Derek Hale got me. I've been his personal fuck bunny since Easter.' Stiles pauses to think. Easter what year…

'Easter is next week.' Allison says. Damnit, Derek made Stiles miss Christmas. This is bad, Stiles will have to demand Derek provide a private Christmas as soon as he gets back. He wonders where he'll pick up a tree this early in the year.

'Yeah well. I say fuck now. And I do fuck now so…' Stiles stuck his tongue out.

'You must be telling a porky because you're not glowing red, you're not fallen.' Allison says and pinches his cheek. Stiles scowls at her and steps away.

Derek's at the gate tapping his foot impatiently. He's most definitely not allowed in. Stiles takes a moment to bask in the fact that his boyfriend came to pick him up…even if there's no actual picking up involved but whatever. Stiles is an Angel, he can have what he wants.

'See for yourself.' Stiles says and walks around her.

'Stiles, don't go near him, he's bad news. Stiles you come right back here this instant! Stiles!' Allison snaps as she runs after him. Just as Stiles lifts a foot to step over the gate Scott appears beside Derek, hands in his pockets. 'Oh, hi Scott.'

'Hi Allison.' Scott says scuffing his toe on the cloud. Stiles rolls his eyes because really! And he's in Derek's arms and Derek is snogging him all tongue and teeth and Stiles hears his brothers and sisters gasp behind him and threaten to tell but he's had sex and they haven't so there the losers and he's going to hell with Derek to hopefully ride Derek because that's what Derek told him the mirrors that were being installed were for when he left to get his stuff this morning and he really needs to stop thinking because its interfering with his kissing.

Yeah, being a fallen Angel totally rocks.