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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Braeden/Derek_Hale, Ethan/Danny_Mahealani
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Danny_Mahealani, Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Derek_Hale, Braeden
      (Teen_Wolf)
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      Gore, Blood_and_Torture, Blood_and_Injury, Blood_Loss, Brothels, Hurt
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      Restaurants, Surprise_Ending, Surprises, Face_Slapping, Crying_Stiles,
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      Fist_Fights, Cage_Fights, Tickle_Fights, Face_Punching, Ass-Kicking,
      Childhood_Memories, Destroying_Childhood_Memories, Love_Confessions,
      Falling_In_Love, Boys_In_Love, True_Love, Love_Triangles, Sexual_Assault,
      Adopted_Children, Mystery_Kids, Anniversary, Doctors_&_Physicians, Parent
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  Series:
      Part 2 of Stiles_Childhood_Memories/Future_Dreams
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-01 Completed: 2017-01-14 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 21055
****** Friends of the Prostitution Game-The Diary ******
by Rickyclark
Summary
     Stiles is 15 and Derek is 23. Stiles is a prostitute and quickly
     befriends a gay couple who are also former prostitutes, Danny and
     Ethan. Stiles doesn’t like to fuck any random guy but its the only
     way he can make money. Along the way he meets a man who turns his
     world right side up. Dates, flowers and everything, until one fateful
     night. He meets his savior after a failed night slaps him in the
     face. But this man’s married. His wife doesn’t like to see Stiles in
     their home but who would. Seeing a prostitute in your house would
     freak you out. Behind her back Stiles and the husband start a secret
     life together but him being a prostitute isn’t helping the situation.
     How can Stiles continue to be a prostitute when everyone he loves is
     suffering right beside doing the same job? Is this the life for him
     or is there a better one that he’s not seeing? Everything is being
     recorded in his diary.
Notes
     Stiles is telling this story of how he became a prostitute and what
     he had to go through in life. It starts off in the present tense then
     goes back into the past then into the present. Towards the end of the
     fanfic he will be 20 years old. If you don't understand what I mean
     you'll get it as you read along. All of this is being recorded in his
     diary.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** The Diary Pt 1-Love Is Never Forgotten *****
 
 
 
One day Stiles is ordered to fuck this guy. After they are done the guy wants
more but Stiles doesn’t. He makes to leave but the man stood in his way. Stiles
pulled out a knife and aimed it at the man.
 
The man looked at him and said “Do you even know how to use that?”.
 
In his head Stiles knew he didn't know how to use but the guy didn't need to
know that. The man jolted at Stiles and pinned him on the ground.
 
“Your just one of those whores who thinks you can just fuck people and leave.
But I’m not that person. If I want to continue to fuck you then I
will. It's your job to please the buyer. And if the buyer wants more then he’ll
get more”. Stiles started to cry.
 
“Please let me go I’m only 15. I have someone else waiting for me”. The man
just stared at him while unbuttoning his pants.
 
“Well they’ll have to wait. Your mine and I’ll do whatever I want to do with my
property”. Stiles felt something entering his body.
 
He felt an instant release when the weight of the man was off of him. He turned
around and saw the man pinned against the wall held by two guys.
 
The guy turned to him and said, “It would be awesome if you could help us hold
him down”. Stiles ran over to them to hold one of the arms down. The other guy
backed away from him.
 
“Choke on this you fucker”. The guy elongated his claws, cut his penis off and
shoved it into the man’s mouth. He kept his hand there so he could swallow. The
man couldn’t stop gagging. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.
 
They all let go of him. The man laid lifeless as blood poured out covering the
floor.
 
Stiles turned to them, “Thank you…..thank you so much”. They both put their
hands on his shoulder and pulled him into a long reassuring hug.
 
One of them pulled away, “Your probably wondering what our names are”. The
other one pulled away from Stiles.
 
“My name is Ethan. And over there is my boyfriend, Danny”.
 
“Hi” Stiles replied. Danny and Ethan looked around the room.
 
“So......your a prostitute?”. Danny saw the look on his face. He didn’t mean to
ask so harshly. He forgot he was talking to a kid. “Sorry I didn’t mean to say
it like that”.
 
“It’s ok”. Stiles said eyeing the floor. He lifted up his head when he heard
Danny whisper something.
 
“What did you say?” They both looked at him. “Were prostitutes”.
 
Stiles was surprised, “But you don’t look like one”.
 
“Well thank you. I’ve been trying to tell this one over here”. Ethan said
pointing at Danny.
 
Danny looked at him, “I guess you want to hear the whole story of how we became
prostitutes and how the hell we got here in time to save you”. That’s not was
Stiles was waiting for but he wanted to know anyways, he nodded.
 
“I know were complete strangers but it's best if we stick together, for now,
until you want to leave”. Danny held out his hand for Stiles to take. He took
it. They both led him out of the motel, into their car and towards their home.
Once they got there Stiles looked in awe.
 
“You guys live in a mansion. But…..but…..how. I thought you guys were
prostitutes”.
 
Ethan laughed, “Well prostitutes can have expensive places to live. Whether it
came from their boss or from their own pocket”. They walked him inside. Stiles
was instantly greeted by a Butler.
 
“Do you want anything to eat or drink?”. He was too dumbfounded to even answer.
“Uhh”.
 
Ethan ran up to him, “He’ll take Fettuccine Alfredo with a glass of Champaign”.
 
Stiles looked up at him, “Oh I’m underage, I’m 15”.
 
Ethan smiled at him, “Not in this house”. Stiles smiled back. Ethan winked at
him.
 
Danny walked up behind him, “Well before my man tries to fuck you I’m going to
take him over here”.
 
Ethan looked at Danny, “What I wasn’t going to go there. He’s 15. I’m not
trying to get arrested”.
 
“Whatever you say babe. You’ll just have to make it up to me later”. Danny said
pretending to receive a blowjob. Ethan kissed him.
 
“Come on Stiles, lets go eat”. Stiles sat at the table and laughed at every
joke that they brought over. He knows that he just met these people like 3
hours ago but it felt like he knew them way before this. He never knew people
could be this funny. This was definitely going in his diary. “Haha, you guys
are too much”.
 
Everyday since then he’d hang out with them whenever his boss gave him a day
off. But now it was his turn to tell them how he became a prostitute. They all
were in their living room watching tv until Danny turned it off. They both sat
on either side of him. Waiting until he spoke up to tell his story.
 
Ethan looked at him with loving eyes, “Stiles we know that you’ve been holding
off about how you became one. We told you how we got here and now its your
turn”.
 
Danny caressed his face, “Don’t close yourself off anymore. Everyone has a
story. Your the author. Let us be the reader”.
 
Stiles bowed his head and started to tear up, “Its not a happy story with a
great ending”.
 
They both looked at him and said “Neither are are’s. No one has a perfect
story. No matter how any different versions they share. We’re all humans. We
all have problems. We all suffer from something different and that’s what makes
us unique. No one will ever have the same story as you do. We just need you to
open up to us as we have opened up to you”.
 
Stiles pulled out a diary. “I write everything and anything important to me
that has happened throughout the years, starting from when I was younger. But
let’s skip to what you want to hear”.
 
He opened the diary to a section called “Prostitution”.  
 
>>>>> 
 
2 Years Ago- Stiles was 13 when he entered the Sex Industry. Besides his
family’s passing years ago he had no one to take care of him. He thought that
the Sex Industry was the quickest way to earn cash. So when he found a place
just across the street he ran over there in a heartbeat.
 
He walked in and was greeted by a kid that wasn’t much older than him.
 
“Hi”. He said but was immediately grabbed by an older guy. He slapped him.
 
“I told you, you only talk when I want you to talk. You understand me….Huh”.
 
“Yes”. The frightened kid answered.
 
The man slapped him again. “Yes what?”
 
“Yes sir”. The kid balled out. They both walked out. The kid got fucked in the
car. But it didn’t look like he was enjoying it. Stiles wanted to tell the guy
to stop but that wasn’t any of his business. He continued walking further into
the building.
 
“Faster….faster. I want you to go harder”. He heard someone moan out. He walked
into the first room and gasped. The man was being deep throated.
 
“Well do you want to join?” The guy asked. But Stiles didn’t reply. He kept
walking trying to find the manager or the boss or someone to talk to that
wasn’t in the middle of something.
 
“HEY….HEY KID”. Someone yelled. The man walked closer to him.
 
“How did you get in here?” Stiles looked at him.
 
“I walked in to ask if there were any job openings”. The man laughed at him.
 
“Your kidding me right! You want to work here! Out of all the other jobs that
you could’ve possibly picked, it was this place”.
 
“Yes, please. This place doesn’t look that bad”. The man circled him. Looking
up and down his body.
 
He smiled, “How old are you?”.  Stiles wanted to lie about his age because he
knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere. But he didn’t. “I’m 13”. The man erased his
smile.
 
“Are you crazy? You shouldn’t be in here. I could get fired”. Stiles looked
confused.
 
“But aren’t you the boss?” He asked sincerely.
 
“I am the boss but….Look kid, If you really want to work here you have to be
over 18. I’m not trying to get arrested”.
 
“There was a kid that was under 18 that I met a few minutes ago. You have to
give me a chance. I can make a lot of money”. Stiles insisted. The guy just
shook his head. Stiles looked at his name tag which read “Benny”.
 
“Benny, please give me a chance”. He said bringing out his puppy dog eyes.
 
“Where are your parents?” Benny asked. Stiles looked away from him and breathed
out heavily. “Their dead”. He said staring at the floor.
 
“What about your siblings. Any brothers or sisters?” He questioned him again.
 
"Their dead ok. I’m supporting myself. I ran away from my foster parents. They
weren’t much help anyways. Especially my step-dad”. He teared out.
 
“Your step-dad raped you, didn’t he?” Benny asked knowing what he’d say. Stiles
didn’t reply but then spoke up quietly.
 
“I have experience, if that’s what your asking”. Benny didn’t reply. It didn’t
look like he was going to give him a job but Stiles had a back up plan. He
always had a backup plan. He looked up at him smiling then bent down on his
knees.
 
“If you won’t give me a job then maybe this will change your mind”. He unzipped
his pants but he didn’t get far. Benny stopped him and fixed his pants. Stiles
stood up.
 
“I’ll give you a job but you’ll have to pretend your 15. At least if your 15 he
won’t fire me”.
 
“Thank you so much”. He said hugging him.
 
“You’ll have to go get initiated”. Benny said adding quotation marks around the
word “Initiated”.
 
“What does that mean?” Stiles asked.
 
“I don’t even know. Just go to the room down the hall to your left. Someone
will help you”.
 
“Ok” Stiles jumped up in excitement.
 
Benny grabbed him by the arm, “But if anything goes wrong or you want to back
out just call me and I’ll help you. If you need anything or just someone to
talk to give me a call. Here’s my number. But if your asking to fuck me, that’s
an automatic “NO”. Stiles took the number, hugged him and ran off in the
direction Benny gave him. He finally found the door. He opened it.
 
“Hey, there’s fresh meat over here”. A guy walked up to him.
 
“My name’s Robert, I’m the boss”.
 
“Hi, my name is……”, Stiles was cut off when Robert shoved a packet to his
chest.
 
“You want in, then read this and choose which field or branch you want to work
in”. Robert walked away to finish filming his movie. Stiles pulled up a chair,
sat down and started reading:  
 
Prostitution is_the_business_or_practice_of_engaging_in sexual_relations or_sex
acts_in_exchange_for payment or_some_other_benefit._Prostitution_is_sometimes
described_as commercial_sex or hooking._Depending_on_the_jurisdiction,
prostitution_can_be_legal_or illegal._A_person_who_works_in_this_field_is
called_a_prostitute,_and_is_a_kind_of sex_worker._Prostitution_is_one_of_the
branches_of_the sex_industry:_other_branches_include pornography, stripping,
nude modeling,_and erotic_dancing._The legal_status_of_prostitution varies
from country_to_country (sometimes_from_region_to_region_within_a_given
country),_ranging_from_being_permissible_but_unregulated,_to_an_enforced_or
unenforced_crime,_or_a_regulated_profession._It_is_sometimes_referred_to
euphemistically_as_"the_world's_oldest_profession"_in_the English-speaking
world. Estimates_place_the_annual_revenue_generated_by_prostitution_worldwide
to_be_over_$100_billion. 
Prostitution_occurs_in_a_variety_of_forms. Brothels are_establishments
specifically_dedicated_to_prostitution._In escort_prostitution,_the_act_may
take_place_at_the_client's_residence_or_hotel_room_(referred_to_as_out-call),
or_at_the_escort's_residence_or_a_hotel_room_rented_for_the_occasion_by_the
escort_(in-call)._Another_form_is_street_prostitution._Although_the_majority_of
prostitutes_are_female_and_have_male_clients,_a_prostitute_can_be,_and_have
clients,_of_any_gender_or_sexual_orientation. 
There_are_about_42_million_prostitutes_in_the_world,_living_all_over_the_world_
(though_most_of_Central_Asia,_the_Middle_East_and_Africa_lacks_data,_studied
countries_in_that_large_region_rank_as_top_sex_tourism_destinations). Sex
tourism refers_to_the_practice_of_traveling_to_engage_in_sexual_relations
with prostitutes_in_other_countries._Some_rich_clients_may_pay_for_long-term
contracts_that_may_last_for_years. 
Some_view_prostitution_as_a_form_of_exploitation_of_or violence_against
women and children, and_helps_to_create_a_supply_of_victims_for human
trafficking. Some_critics_of_prostitution_as_an institution are_supporters_of
the Swedish_approach,_which_has_also_been_adopted_by Canada, Iceland, Northern
Ireland, Norway and France. 
 
Before Stiles could finish reading the application Robert handed him a pen. 
 
“Pick one of the branches then sign your name at the bottom. Once your done
hand it over to John”. He pointed over to a cute guy who was busy fucking
another guy for a porno. Stiles looked back at Robert and nodded. He signed the
papers and headed over to where John was. 
 
“Hi”, he said nervously.
 
John turned around, “So your the new guy or should I say boy”. He nodded. John
took the papers but was still eyeing Stiles down. Stiles didn’t know if he
should be thrilled or scared that John was looking at him for so long. 
 
“Your cute” John bent down to be eye level with him, “…and adorable”. Stiles
couldn’t stop blushing and John noticed it. He made it even worse when he
placed a kiss on his forehead. Stiles leaned into it. Stiles pointed to his
lips and wiggled his eyebrows. John kissed him their but didn’t go any
further. 
 
“I’m going to take you out to eat. Just let me take a shower”. John walked away
but Stiles didn’t want to leave him just yet, so he followed him. He turned on
the shower and took off his clothes. John knew that Stiles was staring him. 
 
“Do you like what you see?” He asked. John turned around to look at him but
Stiles was lightning fast. He hid behind the door. He didn’t want to look like
some creep that had just come bursting through the doors eyeing him down, he
had respect.
 
John laughed and went inside the shower. Stiles peeked around the door to see
him. John wanted to give Stiles a show because it’s not to say Stiles would’ve
been with a guy that looked like him. So why not?
 
John turned around, looking through the glass door, at Stiles and started
stroking his dick. He never broke eye contact with him. Stiles didn’t know what
was happening to him. It was as if John’s dick was calling him over. He took
off his clothes and joined him. John didn’t stop but when Stiles had his hand
out he knew exactly what he was thinking about. 
 
“Do it. Finish me off, I’m almost there”. Stiles grabbed his dick and started
stroking him. He even started to massage his balls. He started off slow then
amped up his speed.
 
Stiles pinned him against the wall, bent down on his knees, leaning on his toes
and gave John the best blowjob he had in years. It didn’t take him long for
John to come. Stiles swallowed every inch of it until he was satisfied.
 
"This little man was gifted” John thought to himself. He kissed him on the lips
this time. They both laughed into each others arms. Well mostly Stiles since
John’s body covered him. 
 
“Let’s go and get something to eat”. John insisted. “Well, I’m already full”,
Stiles replied. John laughed and pulled him out of the shower.
 
Stiles surely knew he was a young boy but with his adult mind this job was
going to be easy money for him. And with this man right beside him, he had
nothing to worry about.
 
John was a man of his word. He took Stiles to this restaurant that definitely
was expensive. Stiles would’ve expected McDonalds but the way John dressed him
up made him wonder if they were going to a high class eating establishment. He
was right.
 
John walked to the other end of the car and opened the door for him. "You
didn’t have to do that”. Stiles said shyly. John laughed at him and took his
hand. 
 
“Shut up and let me make this a proper date”, John said. Stiles smiled in
astonishment. He didn’t know it was date. If he did he would’ve brushed his
teeth. 
 
“Fuck”, he thought to himself. He just fucked this date. He just hoped that
when they kissed he wouldn’t be able to tell. John held his hand as he led him
into the restaurant. 
 
“Where’s our seats?” Stiles asked looking around through the crowded place. 
 
“Close your eyes”, John insisted. Stiles did. John put a hand over his eyes
making sure he wasn’t looking. John started pushing him towards another room.
 
“Open your eyes”. John let go of his face. Stiles opened his eyes and instantly
teared up. He looked around the whole room. No one ever did something like this
for him.
 
The lights were dimmed, candles lit, fire place in the corner of the room, big
table in the middle with scented flowers that brightened up your day. It looked
so beautiful. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it. Everything was made to fit
his pleasure.
 
John wrapped his arms around Stiles waist and hugged him tightly. Stiles felt
safe in his arms. He turned around to face John.
 
John looked at him and said, “Your eyes look so beautiful when the light
reflects off of it. It's like the light pulls you to the center of the room to
drag everyone's attention away from their partners and onto you”. He started to
rub his cheeks trying to get a response out of him.
 
“Why do you look so surprised. Am I the first?” He asked wiping away the tears.
Stiles just stared at him and laid his head into the middle of his chest.
 
“I’ve never felt this way before. No one ever did anything like this. And to
have this happening, here, with you just makes me dumbfounded that this
happened so quickly”. John smiled as he rested his head carefully on his,
rocking him side to side as peacefully as possible.
 
This was a special kid. He didn’t want him growing up without anyone thinking
about him or not pleasing him. He overheard the conversation he had with Benny
about his parents. “Please hold me and don’t ever let go. I don’t think I’ll
ever find someone as great as you”.
 
“I won’t ever let go. I’ll always be there for and with you.
Whether it's physically, mentally or sexually”. Stiles snorted. John never let
go. All he did was tighten his grip to show him that he was a man of his word.
Real men never break promises. They stood their rocking side to side to the
music.  
 
                    Like a moth he moves to the red light 
                       His blood warms and boils there 
                      He skims the sweat like a new milk 
                    As pops the buttons of his wet blouse 
                                        
                            Oh Queen of the Night! 
                           Well he is deep inside! 
                              He is haunting me! 
                       All of his soft parts call to me 
                             He could be mine... 
                                        
                    He digs his nails into his naked chest 
                    Miles of veins fan out like a road map 
                   He pulls back the skin to show his ribs 
                      That twinkle like shooting stars. 
                                        
                            Oh Queen of the Night! 
                           Well he is deep inside! 
                              He is haunting me! 
                       All of his soft parts call to me 
                              He could be mine… 
 
Stiles fell asleep in his arms. John picked him up and walked to the car. He
placed a kiss on his forehead when he suddenly felt arms around his waist
pulling him hard against a wall. 
 
“I want you to come with me. I’ll give you $100. Please I need someone right
now”. John pushed the man’s arms away. 
 
“I’m off. Come back later”. The man looked in the car and saw Stiles. Stiles
was scared. Is this what his life would be like? Having to look over his
shoulder. Fearing that someone would take him away. 
 
“No”. John stepped in the man’s way. 2 more men came out from behind the
corner. Stiles got out of the car. He wanted to help, but how. The two men
charged at John. “Run”. John said. 
 
“But I can’t leave you”. Stiles poured out.
 
John turned around and yelled, “RUN”. The two men took John down. Stiles ran
off but didn’t go to far. He hid behind the corner still keeping eye contact
with John. The third guy went on top of him.
 
Stiles thought they were going to rape him but they didn’t. John was begging to
be let go but they didn’t. One guy pulled out a gun and shot him in the head.
Stiles threw his head back against the wall and cried out in horror.
 
He heard someone walking over to him. He covered his mouth as he stood stone
still. The steps became louder and louder by the second. But the man walked
past him. Stiles watched as the man walked away, disappearing in the dark.
 
He looked around the corner to see if the other guys were still there. They
vanished. Stiles ran over to his body. He bent down crying as he pulled out
a note in his pocket. It read: 
 
                            What_have_we_to_show? 
                      Barren_feelings_and_dust_for_crow. 
                             We_can't_ever_know. 
                            When_it's_time_to_go. 
                                        
                        That's_the_way_to_see_the_end. 
                      Glowing_out_along_the_river_bend. 
                       It's_not_goodbye_my_only_friend. 
                        Yesterday_started_over_again. 
  
Stiles put the note in his pocket and wrapped himself in John’s arms. John said
he’d never let him go. Now its Stiles turn to never let him go.  
 
>>>>> 
 
Stiles closed his diary as his tears filled up his hands. Danny and Ethan wrap
him into their warm loving arms. Stiles bursts out crying.
 
“Shh……It’s ok……Were here……We’ll never let you go”. Stiles tears fell out like
Niagara Falls. That’s exactly what John told him he’d never do. He missed him
so much.
 
After Stiles fell asleep in their arms, they took him upstairs and laid him
down in the bed. Ethan called the Butler over, told him to take care of him and
if he needed anything to give it to him. After they laid him down they headed
out, to go to a club, to celebrate being free from prostitution.
 
They knew that leaving Stiles in his mental state wasn’t the best idea but now
that they are free, they had to celebrate. All they had to do was free Stiles
from prostitution then they could all live a happy life.
 
But what they fail to notice as they inch closer to the club is that the area
they are in is a homophobic town. Which is weird considering that there is a
gay club in the middle of it.
 
Their both on the dance floor enjoying themselves as their favorite song by
Chris Brown comes on, “Back_To_sleep”. The whole crowd sings together as the
words are highlighted on the screen. 
 
                      I_know_it's_late,_I_know_it's_late
                        And,_baby,_I_can't_focus,_focus
                           I_just_flew_in_town_today
                  I'm_hoping_that_you_notice._Did_you_notice?
                         I_just_posted_my_landing,_oh
                Wondering_if_the_same_old_understanding_stands

          I_know_you_got_work_pretty_early,_I'll_be_around_'bout_3:30
           Usually_you're_done_by_one,_so,_baby,_when_I_wake_you_up

                Just_let_me_ride,_fuck_you_back_to_sleep,_girl
                   Don't_say_a_word,_no_(no),_don't_you_talk
                        Just_hold_on_tight_to_me,_girl
                  Fuck_you_back_to_sleep,_girl,_rock_you_back

                    Now_where_you_at?_Just_dropped_my_bags
            I'm_coming_through_to_meet_ya,_oh,_yeah,_to_meet_ya,_oh
     I_know_you're_almost_half_asleep_but_you_know_I_might_just_reach_ya 
       I_know_you're_almost_half_asleep_but_you_know_how_much_I_need_ya 
                             Girl,_I_need_ya,_oh 
                         Gon'_gimme_that_spare_key,_oh
                But_if_you_keep_the_door_unlocked,_be_ready,_oh

           I_know_you_got_work_pretty_early,_I'll_be_around_by_3:30
           Usually_you're_done_by_one,_so,_baby,_when_I_wake_you_up

             Just_let_me_ride,_I'mma_fuck_you_back_to_sleep,_girl
                   Don't_say_a_word,_no_(no),_don't_you_talk
                     Baby,_just_hold_on_tight_to_me,_girl
                  Fuck_you_back_to_sleep,_girl,_rock_you_back

            Ain't_sorry_that_I_woke_ya,_I_ain't_sorry_'bout_ya_job
     Call_sick_in_the_morning_so_I_can_get_a_little_bit_more_of_your_love
         I_know_you_want_me,_how_you_feel_me_'cause_you_never_disagree
                    So_when_you_wake_from_your_sleep,_girl

                Just_let_me_ride,_fuck_you_back_to_sleep,_girl
                   Don't_say_a_word,_no_(no),_don't_you_talk
                        Just_hold_on_tight_to_me,_girl
                Fuck_you_back_to_sleep,_girl,_and_rock_you_back

            Ain't_sorry_that_I_woke_ya,_I_ain't_sorry_'bout_ya_job,
                         Fuck_you_back_to_sleep,_girl
     Call_sick_in_the_morning_so_I_can_get_a_little_bit_more_of_your_love

            Ain't_sorry_that_I_woke_ya,_I_ain't_sorry_'bout_ya_job,
                         Fuck_you_back_to_sleep,_girl
     Call_sick_in_the_morning_so_I_can_get_a_little_bit_more_of_your_love
 
“God I wish Chris Brown was gay so I can “Fuck him back to sleep”. Both of them
laugh as they head towards their car.
 
“Hopefully Stiles won’t be mad we left him”.
 
Without hesitation they are pulled into an alleyway by unknown thugs. They
throw them against the wall.
 
“Aye, look we got us a bunch of fags here”. One guy yelled.
 
He bent down in front of them, “How much does it cost to get your dick sucked.
I bet you’d like that, now won’t you". The guy slicked up his finger and shoved
it in Danny’s mouth. Danny bit it. The yelled out in pain then slapped him in
the face.
 
Ethan’s wolf was ready to come out but it didn’t. He was trying to force it to
come out but it wouldn’t budge.
 
Danny looked at him, "It's ok".
 
But with a quick decision already made, the thugs decide to shoot them in cold
blood and so they did. They all ran away as the cops pulled up. It was a
horrific and sad scene. Ethan and Danny died holding each others hands as they
laid dead, facing each other.
 
“Where are they? It's been 2 days now. Where could they have gone? Did they
leave me? Tell me”. Stiles questioned the Butler. He didn’t respond. Stiles sat
down on the bed and cried.
 
*Ding-Dong*
 
He sat instantly. "What was that?” The Butler ran to the door. Stiles ran after
him. They both were greeted by a young girl selling cupcakes.
 
“Hi. Would you like to buy any….”. Stiles slammed the door on her face. He
didn’t feel sorry one bit. He walked over to the TV and turned it on.
 
He looked on his phone to see if there was any unread messages or calls but
there was none. He threw his phone on the ground and flipped through the
channels. Until he stopped on the news channel.
 
The broadcast lady was talking about animals and the living conditions that
they were in but Stiles didn’t care about them. What is he thinking he does
care about animals but he was more focused on finding out where Danny and Ethan
were.
 
Just before he changed the channel they switched to talking about two men who
were murdered at club 2 days ago. Well didn’t the Butler tell him that they
went to a club after they laid him down. And it's been 2 days since he’s seen
him.
 
“No, no, no, no, no”. Stiles chanted in his head over and over. That was until
there was two pictures that appeared on screen which showed 2 men by the name
of Danny and Ethan.
 
Stiles felt like he couldn’t breathe. He fell to the floor, crying in pain.
The Butler ran in and saw what was happening. He ran upstairs, grabbed his
inhaler and ran back down to him. Stiles grabbed it and puffed it 3 times. Each
puff felt like it was the last. The wheezing stopped.
 
The Butler pulled him into a hug. Stiles couldn’t hold in his tears. He
couldn’t believe that everyone he knew was dying right in front of him.
 
First it was his family, John and now Danny and Ethan. He thought that Danny
and Ethan were everything to him. They filled the parental space that he was
missing. He felt like this was somehow his fault. Maybe if he never met them
they’d still be alive.
 
“Sorry I have to go”.
 
"Where are you going at such a night?” The Butler questioned. Stiles didn’t
reply. He grabbed his things and went back to job to see if he could meet up
with Benny. Benny was another guy that had a place in his heart. He was nice to
him from the start and also got him a job. Maybe if he talked to him, he could
cool him down. By time he got there the place was about to close.
 
“WAIT…..WAIT” He screamed. He ran in before the door locked him out.
 
He walked up to Robert, “Where’s Benny? I need to see him”.
 
Robert looked at him, “You didn’t here. He quit. He moved to a different
location up in Montana”. Stiles had no words. “You got to be kidding me”. His
heart stopped.
 
"What the hell is happening? Everywhere I go it leads to a dead end. Where are
you going?".
 
“I got fired by the new boss. Good luck. He might want to fuck you to see if
your good enough”. Robert got his things and left.
 
Stiles punched the wall next and fell to the ground. After a few minutes, he
collected his things and left. He didn’t know where to go. He just had to go.  
 
<><><> 
 
2 Months Later- “Please don’t hurt me. Let me go…..please……..Get off of
me….HELP…….AHH”. Stiles woke up.
 
“It’s ok. You just had a nightmare. It’s ok”. But it wasn’t ok. It's been 2
months and he still feels like shit. He hasn’t showered, brushed his teeth or
taken a shit. He might as well jump into a lake and do his business there. And
so he did.
 
He heard about this club, downtown, which was open. “Hopefully this can take
everything off my mind”. He still works at the same place but he upgraded
himself to a stripper.
 
He’s on one of those day’s when his boss gives him a day off. He doesn’t have
to fuck anybody. He can do whatever he wants. And what he wants to do is get
waisted. He starts to dance with this really hot guy that’s interested in him
but he's tired of fucking guys, he wants to take a break. He’s even been
thinking about asking his boss if he can quit being a prostitute/stripper to
become something more like a Policeman or a Doctor.
 
Before his dad died he’d been going to these classes and training programs to
help assist him. But now since everyone he knew has died he didn’t give a fuck
anymore. There was no one he cared about, besides John. And now that he’s gone
he feels lifeless without him.
 
The guy grabbed his ass, “How about you come with me to the room upstairs. I
swear I’ll be careful”. Stiles looked up at him.
 
“I already told you I’m not some piece of ass that can be your booty call. I
said I’m not interested”.
 
He tries to walk away but the man grabbed him by the arm, “I have money. How
does $200 sound". Stiles thinks about it. $200 could do a lot for him but he
declines it anyways. “I said no”.
 
He yanks his arm back and heads towards the bar. “Beer please”. The bartender
walks away to retrieve his drink. This was the worst plan he’d ever thought of.
This definitely didn’t make him feel better. He was still sad. Even when the
bartender brought his drink back. Each sip felt like it was bringing him closer
to hell.
 
He stopped drinking and headed towards the bathroom. He needed to freshen up.
He heard the bathroom door close. He came out of the stall and saw no one. He
washed his hands and splashed water onto his face. He breathed in and out
heavily as if he was trying to lift something heavy off of his chest.
 
The door opened. It was the same guy who tried to fuck him earlier. Stiles was
too scared to say anything. The man walked in and locked the door. He inched
closer to him. Stiles quickly pulled the pepper spray out of his pocket but it
was slapped out of his hand. The man smiled at him.
 
The man grabbed him by the neck and gently pushed him against the wall. “I told
you I’ll go slow”. He started to unbutton his pants.
 
“If you don’t fight back then I won’t hurt you”. The man’s pants were down to
his ankles.
 
“If you fight back then I'll hurt you”. The man started to kiss him. Stiles
kissed him back. “See. If you participate then you’ll enjoy it”.
 
*Knock*
 
“WERE OCCUPIED” The man yelled towards the door. As soon as the man turned
around he received a punch to the face. All of a sudden the lights turned off.
 
“HELP” Stiles yelled banging on the door.
 
“Just hold on. Stay away from the door. I’m going to kick it in”. A voice
replied. Stiles did as he was told but then again, it was dark. He couldn’t see
anything but he could hear someone breathing.
 
He backed up quietly but gasped when he hit the wall. The man heard him and
knew where he was. Stiles covered his mouth. All of a sudden he felt a sharp
pain in the back of the head when it was slammed against the wall. He was
thrown on the ground with his back to the ceiling.
 
The man pulled out his belt, wrapped it around his neck and started to pull up
towards the ceiling. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even tell him to stop. It
was already dark but he could feel everything around him start to melt away.
 
Then he heard a loud thump as the door was finally kicked open. He could feel
his sense come back to him when he felt relief around his neck. He was gasping
for air. He pulled out his inhaler and puffed it. The lights turned on.
 
The inhaler didn’t help. It still felt like his throat was crushed in. His
vision is blurry. He can’t even see or recognize the man that saved him. “Thank
you” He whispered out. The man picked him up, cradling his body.
 
“Its ok. Stay awake. Were almost there”.
 
“Almost where?” Stiles asked.
 
"To my house. I don’t know where you live so….”.
 
Stiles tried to get a better look at him, “But I don’t even know your name”.
 
The man looked down at him with the lights from the street brightening his
face, “My name’s Derek. And you might not know me but I’m a friend of John's”. 
 
[Stiles and Derek]
***** The Diary Pt. 2-Getting to Know Stiles Family *****
Chapter Summary
     When Stiles is saved by Derek their relationship doesn’t start right
     away. Stiles has been fucking a customer/client(Jeremy) because the
     man pays well. Stiles talks about how bad his childhood was with his
     foster parents and when his father raped/molested him. As Stiles and
     Derek’s relationship deepens we learn more of who Stiles is, what
     he’s gone through in life and why he truly became a prostitute. Ever
     since John died(Stiles first love) he’s been lurking for someone who
     can take his place, Derek is that person.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Stiles woke up lighting fast, gasping for air. He couldn’t control his
breathing. He grabbed at the couch trying to intake air.
 
Since Derek was a wolf he didn’t need to know what was going on. The problem
was that there was no inhaler around so Derek had to do something else that
could hurt him but it doesn’t look like he has a choice. He elongated his claws
and stuck his index finger in his throat.
 
“Breathe Stiles. I need you to breathe. Calm down, its ok, your not alone. Just
breathe”. Derek’s soothing words calmed Stiles racing heart. He removed his
finger.
 
Stiles looked around at his surroundings before setting his eyes on Derek.
“Your the one that saved me…..Thank you”.
 
Derek smiled back, “Your welcome”.
 
Stiles couldn't stop staring at him. It was like his face was so captivating
that he didn’t want to look away. It was like the person he’d been waiting for
was right in front of him. This could be him. He could be the one guy that
could change his life for the better.
 
“Why did you save me?”. Before Derek could reply he smelt a familiar scent.
 
“You need to leave. Right now”.
 
Stiles looked concerned, “Who’s coming? What’s going on?”.
 
Derek looked back at him, “My wife….she’ll be home in a few minutes”. Stiles
was surprised.
 
Of course the one guy he thinks could be his match is already married. His life
is going great. “You have a wife?”.
 
“Yes”, Derek said trying to rush him out of the house.
 
“Look I would help you even more but if she sees you here she’ll flip out and
hurt you”.
 
Stiles had to ask him one more question. “How do you know me?”
 
Derek looked at him and quickly replied, “Like I said before I’m a friend of
John’s. He talked to me about you all the time”.
 
Stiles shyly smiled, “He talked about me?”
 
"Yes he did. I would explain more but you really need to leave. If anything bad
happens I would be the best person to call but for right now you need to
leave”.
 
Derek opened the door and slightly pushed him out. Stiles turned around to say
goodbye as the door slammed shut against his face. He ran down the street
trying to get as far as he can from his house but he’ll be back soon.
 
A Couple of Months Later-Stiles ended up in his same bad habits. But before
anything got worse Derek jumped in and saved him again. Derek brought Stiles
back to his house again.
 
He knows that Braeden won’t like this but he doesn’t care. He's starting to
have feelings for this boy lying in his arms. But does this boy have the same
feelings for him? He doesn’t know.
 
If he chooses Stiles, then he’s committing to him. He’s not even sure if he’s
ready for that. He could be making a big mistake if this doesn’t turn out they
way he wants it to.
 
I guess this is what parents have been trying to warn us about. You will make
mistakes in life. You just have to trust yourself to never make the same
mistakes over and over again. He knows that falling for him won’t be a mistake.
He’s following his heart, even if it’s the craziest ride he's been on.
 
He laid him on the couch and rested a pillow under his head. He sat down next
to him idolizing his face. He slowly placed his hand on his leg, rubbing him.
Derek didn’t know Braeden was upstairs, fast asleep until she heard an unknown
voice.
 
Stiles slowly opened his eyes, landing on Derek’s face. They both smiled
brightly at each other. Stiles sat up quickly and centered himself in Derek’s
lap. Derek didn’t try to push him away. He wasn’t uncomfortable. Seeing this
boy sitting in his lap made his heart beat even faster. It was like his wolf
was thrilled to have him in presence. Their bodies finally touching, coming
closer into contact. Derek wanted to devour this boy. Stiles wanted him to.
 
Derek drew Stiles in closer. Stiles locked eyes with him. He saw his smiling
face reflected in his pupils.
 
“You really deserve to be lionized”, Derek said with a smile. Stiles took one
of Derek’s hand and placed it on his cheek.
 
Stiles looked at him, “You feel so warm”. Before he could place his lips on him
Braeden came running down demanding answers.
 
“Who the hell is this?” Derek let Stiles go. He packed up his belongings.
 
“Why is he here? And why did it look like you were going to kiss him? Are you
cheating on me?”
 
Derek didn’t even know where to start. He could feel the anger rising in her
body as she received zero responses. She grabbed at her chest like she was
having a heart attack.
 
Derek stepped closer to her to try to calm her down, but it didn’t work. She
raised her hand and slapped him. The look that she gave Stiles made it seem
like she wanted to slap him too but she didn’t let her desire overcome her.
 
She whispered to Derek, “Get this whore out of my house before he gets
slapped”. She waited for him to leave. Derek turned to him and nodded. Stiles
grabbed his things and left.
 
Before Derek could apologize she headed upstairs. But before she closed the
door she yelled down, “The couch looks pretty comfortable from here”. The door
slammed shut.
 
He sighed and laid lifeless again the couch. Derek didn’t see Stiles for the
next 3 months.
 
3 Months Later-The customer(Jeremy) takes Stiles out on a date. Stiles thinks
that this date is going to be like every other date. Like dinner and a movie
but instead he walks into a Kick Boxing Event.
 
“You call this a date", Stiles said looking at Jeremy. Jeremy turned around and
gave Stiles a stern look that made him feel uneasy.
 
They both sat down in their seats and waited for the fight to start. The lights
turned off. One light turned on and faced one of the fighters.
 
The guy on the left named “Jay Kulina” looked like a badass with his vampire
mouthguard. He ran around the ring in circles hissing at the referee’s. The
crowds focus turned to another fighter from across the building. The guy on the
right named “Ryan Wheeler” came walking through the isle as everyone cheered
his name. Everyone patted his back as he walked towards the ring. He had the
word “Destroyer” tattooed on his chest. He got patted down before he entered
the ring. He ran in the ring flaunting his muscles until the ref called them
both in.
 
“Let’s go gentlemen, bring it in”.
 
The ref said “Alright gentlemen, this is a main event. Protect yourself at all
times. Obey my commands at all times. Touch knuckles now if you want”. The
fighters joined knuckles. The ref continued, “At the sound of the bell go on up
and handle your business”. The fighters moved to their opposite ends of the
ring.
 
Stiles didn’t like going to fighting rings but he thought that this is
something he could enjoy. The crowd cheered both players on as they are getting
prepared.
 
Jay’s mom was scared for him. She didn’t want to see him get hurt. But it was
too late to talk him out of it. The mic man closed the gate as the ref asked
both fighters if they were ready. The fighters nodded.
 
The ref clapped his hands and said “Let’s go”. The fighters made their way
towards the middle and patted each other on the backs.
 
To Stiles it seemed like these men knew each other but who knows. They back
away from each other. They shuffled their feet back and forth trying to find an
opening to attack.
 
Jay threw a kick at Ryan's leg and received a punch to the face. Ryan continued
to punch him even though the first 2 missed his face.
 
Jay got backed up against the fence as Ryan pinned him. They both stood their
rocking side to side as Jay was trying to free himself out of his hold.
 
“Come on you can do this. Back out of there”, Jay’s brother said.
 
Jay brought Ryan to the middle of the ring but was pushed right back against
the fence. He was in the same position again.
 
Jay put his foot against the wall to push himself and Ryan to the middle of the
ring. He was pushed back again. “FUCK”, his brother yelled.
 
Ryan leaned back far enough to punch him 3 times in the lower jaw.
 
Jay used his forearm and jammed it into his face releasing him from his grip.
Jay was now behind Ryan picking him up in the air by the waist.
 
Ryan used his hands to try to release his grip. He was released.
 
Jay pushed Ryan against the fence and kneed him the stomach 3 times before
pouching him in the face knocking him to the ground. Jay’s brother cheered his
name.
 
Ryan got back up and squares up to him as he received a left hook from Jay
knocking him down to the ground again.
 
Stiles looked at Jeremy and asked, “Does Ryan lose points if he gets knocked to
the ground?” Jeremy tells him to shut up as he can’t keep his eyes off of the
fight. Stiles looked back at the fight.
 
Ryan gets back up. The crowd grows even louder.
 
Jay raises his leg and kicks him in the abdomen. He falls down. Jay takes the
advantage and tackles him to the ground.
 
Ryan is on his knees facing the ground as Jay is on top of him with one arm
wrapped around his stomach as the other is punching his ribcage. The bell rings
as the fighters slip apart.
 
Ryan walked away slightly limping towards his coach as Jay bounces up and down
happily. The match girl comes in with a sign reading “Round 2”.
 
Both coaches give their player a pep talk before the next round commences.
 
Stiles started to like the fight. He’s imagining him being the fighter and
beating up the people that killed John, Danny and Ethan. He started to get
emotional. Jeremy didn’t even try to help him calm down he just pulled out his
phone and played a game.
 
Both coaches left their players as the round began to start. “Here comes the
second round. Are you ready to fight?”, the ref said pointing to both men. They
nodded. Both fighters came in the middle to join each others fist. They backed
away as they shuffled their feet for an opening.
 
Jay threw his fist at Ryan but he punched it back and threw a left and right
hook to his face.
 
Jay threw a left hook to his face and tried to kick him but Ryan grabbed his
leg. Ryan held his leg in the air while pushing him further against the wall.
 
Jay punched him in the face but Ryan kept on going. Ryan moved Jay's leg over
his shoulder, picked his body up and smashed it on the ground creating a loud
thud echoing throughout the building.
 
Jay’s brother raised his hands over his head worrying about what would happen
next. Jay put him in a head lock which Ryan broke free from.
 
Ryan tried to hold him in place but Jay was to quick. Jay broke free from his
hold and went around him, then rolled away. His brother was impressed.
 
They shuffled again.
 
Jay right hooked and kicked him. The crowd went wild.
 
Ryan stood behind him with his arms latched around his stomach. Ryan wrapped
his arm around one of his legs, picked him up and threw him on the ground.
Jay’s mother couldn’t look away. She cringed in pain.
 
Ryan sat on top of Jay and punched him continuously. Left, right, left, right,
left, right. During those punches Jay tried to cover his face. Jay turned
around to face the ground as Ryan was still on top of him.
 
Ryan wrapped his arm around his stomach. Jay laid on the ground as Ryan punched
him in the face with his right hand. *Pow Pow Pow* Jay tried to raise himself
up on his knees but was still pinned to the ground.
 
Ryan put him in a head lock cutting off circulation to his brain. Ryan laid on
top of him and didn’t let go. Jay’s mother looked away and so did Stiles. They
both rolled onto their backs. Jay could’t breathe.
 
Ryan wrapped his legs around his body and tightened his arm around his neck.
Jay tried to punch him away but it wasn’t working.
 
“DONT YOU FUCKING TAP”, Jay’s brother yelled. Jay’s face started turning red.
His eye’s were popping out. Every sound around him started to deteriorate.
Everything was muffled.
 
Stiles yelled out to let him go. He’d seen this happen to his step-mom when he
came home from school. This is what his step-dad did to her almost everyday.
Anytime he’d try to break it up, he became the next target.
 
“STOP LET HIM GO”. Jeremy sat Stiles down.
 
Jay’s veins started to pop out. It definitely looked like he was going to pass
out. He started to hear a ringing sound. It was the bell. Round 2 ended. Both
fighters walked away into their own corners.
 
Jay talked to his coach but Ryan didn’t want to. All he wanted to do was win.
Jay sat down with his coach and brother.
 
“Sit sit sit sit sit sit. Listen to me. Your going to win this fight. Ok. You
hear me. Your going to be just fine. Its a fight. Fuck your matches. Fuck your
conscious. Fuck him with that leg. Get in their and get it over with. Win this
fight. Its your fight. Its your time, let’s go. Let’s go Jay. Its your time”,
his brother said in encouragement. They all cleared the ring and left for
"Round 3".
 
The crowd starting cheering again. Both opponents looked at each other with
vengeance in their eyes. The bell rang. This time they didn’t shuffle they both
ran in to attack each other.
 
Jay kicked his leg again trying to knock him to the ground. Before Ryan could
punch him back Jay kneed his arm away. The crowd cheered.
 
Jay hit his leg again. Jay made to punch Ryan but he punched him in the face
instead. Ryan tackled him to the ground.
 
They wrestled on the floor for a few seconds when Ryan punched him square in
the face. He punched him again and again and again. 2 jabs each time to the
face with a break in between. The crowd was going wild.
 
Jay tried to block it but it didn’t help as much when Ryan continued to punch
him putting all of his force into each punch. Each punch was harder than the
last.
 
His mother and brother were worried. Then all of a sudden Jay wrapped his legs
around Ryan’s neck and put him in an arm lock. Ryan tried to lift him up but it
wasn’t working.
 
Jay kicked his leg down as Ryan fell to the ground. Jay had the upper hand.
 
Jay’s back was to the ground as his legs were choking the life out of him. His
face began to turn red. Jay was holding on to his hands so he wouldn’t fight
back.
 
“Fucking tap, tap Ryan. I’m gonna fucking break. Fucking tap. TAP DAMMIT TAP.
FUCKING TAP BRO OR I’LL FUCKING BREAK IT. TAP OR ITS GONNA FUCKING BREAK”.
 
It didn’t look like Ryan was going to let go. He couldn’t breathe. Instead Jay
focused his attention on his neck. He let go of his hands and tightened his
legs around his neck. He arched his back to crush it harder. His mother and
brother were cheering him on. Jay’s brother was telling him to tap.
 
Ryan started punching his ribcage but he couldn’t stop him. A lady banged the 2
pieces of board together warning them that the time is about to run out. Stiles
and Jeremy stood up to get a better look. Even the crowd cheered for him to
tap. “TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP”
 
Ryan felt weak in his arms. He started flailing his arms at Jay’s chest but he
wasn’t telling him to stop. He was giving up. He wanted to die. He didn’t move.
 
The referee broke them apart as he aided Ryan. Ryan laid lifeless against the
ground.
 
The ref waved his hands signaling to end the match. The medic came over and
flashed a light in his eyes to see if he’d react. But he didn’t.
 
Ryan’s roommate, that came with him to see him win, was speechless. Did my
roommate die? Even his girlfriend was speechless.
 
Within seconds Ryan awoke. He looked confused but then he remembered where he
was. They helped him stand up. He was mad that he lost. He started banging on
the floor. But he got up.
 
Both of their coaches came in. Ryan’s coach made sure that he was ok as Jay’s
coach patted him on the back and said “Good Job”. Jay smiled.
 
Ryan sat there in despair before he stood back up and walked over to the ref.
The ref grabbed both Jay and Ryan’s hand and said, “The new lightweight
champion of the world “Jay Kulina”.
 
The ref raised Jay’s hand in the air as the crowd cheered for him. Jay took the
belt and headed of with his brother and mother on each end of him.
 
Stiles and Jeremy stood back up and headed outside. Jeremy and Stiles didn’t
say another word. He took Stiles back home but he didn’t want to leave just
yet. They both walked inside and went up to his room. Jeremy sat besides him.
 
“I actually enjoyed it”, Stiles said looking at him.
 
“Me too", Jeremy agreed. Stiles didn’t know what was going on. The look in
Jeremy’s eyes showed that he wanted to do something else.
 
Things go awry when Jeremy tried to force Stiles hand on his dick. Jeremy
grabbed Stiles hand and forced it down his pants.
 
“I want to you touch me”, Jeremy demanded but Stiles didn’t want to do it.
 
He took his hand back and said, “Is this what you wanted to do. Take me out on
a date and then fuck me. Huh. I’m not even interested in you. This date was
cool but it could never beat the one I had with John”.
 
Jeremy looked at him, “Stop thinking about John. He’s dead for a reason. For
you and I to get together. And if I want you then I’ll have you”.
 
Jeremy laughed, “I’m glad that John’s dead. Aren’t you?” All this rage boiled
up in his head. If anyone dared to talk bad about him he’d kill them.
 
“You bitch”, Stiles slapped Jeremy. He didn’t even feel bad about it. It felt
good.
 
“Leave. Leave now before I call the cops”. It looked like Jeremy was going to
do something but he didn’t.
 
“I’ll get you back”. He left. Stiles locked the door behind him. He went back
upstairs and cried on his bed.
 
No one’s ever going to be John. John is irreplaceable. He was his first and
last. All he wanted to do was be with him. If he has to kill himself, then so
be it.
 
Stiles went to the bathroom and grabbed his heroin bottle. He took a syringe
and put heroine in it. He got a band and tied it around his arm.
 
He used his teeth to pull back the band to make it tighter. He picked up the
syringe and placed it on his arm. He jammed it into his arm and squirted in the
liquid. He took the band off and waited for himself to die.
 
His body instantly feels useless. He tried to walk to his bed. Instead he fell
to the floor. It was as if hell was trying to drag him in instead of heaven
opening there doors to bring him closer to John. Stiles woke up in the hospital
with Derek holding his hand.
 
“Where’s John, where’s John, where’s John?”.
 
“He's not here”, Derek said. “You were talking to him or about him in your
sleep”.
 
Stiles looked at him, “What did I say?”. Derek caressed his hand. "You said:
 
                          They say I made the moon  
                         Everything was in the dark  
                             No memories at all  
                    Just a tiny freezing wind in my back  
                           As I was sitting there  
                 Singing a song they had never heard before  
                          Suddenly, a voice told me  
                        "Keep on singing, little boy  
                  And raise your arms in the big black sky  
                     Raise your arms the highest you can  
                      So the whole universe will glow"  
                                        
              My first vision was a bush growing down the river  
                         And I couldn't stop crying  
                            Something was missing  
                    I realized I was in love with a voice  
                        I called it, again, and again  
                  But all I heard was the echo in the light”
 
 
Stiles looked at him and said, “What does it mean?”.
 
Derek shook his head, “I don’t know”. Stiles was about to ask another question
about Jeremy to see if he was here but the doctor came in, with their clipboard
in hand wearing a disappointing look. The doctor knew Stiles but Stiles didn’t
know him.
 
“Hi Stiles. My name is Doctor Crane”. Stiles knew that name. He started to tear
up again. Hopefully this was his allergies.
 
“I’m the one that helped you out after your…..friend died”.
 
Stiles immediately corrected him, “Boyfriend….his name was John”. Derek felt
what mental state Stiles was in. So he rubbed his back.
 
The doctor looked back at him, “I’m so sorry about what you had to go through.
No one should have to make that decision”. Stiles nodded his head but kept his
gaze to the ground.
 
He decided a long time ago after John passed to have him buried. At first he
was going to have him cremated so he could be next to him whenever he was
needed but he thought that this was the best choice for him. He wanted to be
able to visit him, somewhere in a safe place.
 
The doctor coughed out loud to get his attention. He looked back up at him.
 
“I ran some tests and your perfectly fine to go back home. But you’ll need to
take it easy because if you overdose on any type of drug again it’ll be hard to
drain it all out of your body”.
 
The doctor walked over to him, “You’ll be okay. You have this fine gentlemen to
help you out”. Derek smiled at him.
 
“If you want I can help you walk him to your car”.
 
Derek looked at him, “Thank you”. Both of them helped stiles walk back towards
the car. Once inside Derek thanked the doctor again and hugged him. He got
inside the other end of the car and closed the door.
 
Stiles looked back at the hospital through the window. Something about this
place made him feel safe once.
 
After he was settled in, Derek decided to take Stiles somewhere out of this
environment. He wanted to take him out on a date. But not a date with flowers,
dinner and a movie. He wanted to take him somewhere he can regain his
childhood, which he never had growing up.
 
And since he’s 15 he’s pretty sure there is still a child somewhere deep inside
of him.
 
Derek took his hand and rubbed his thumb, on his palm, side to side, feeling
his pulse. Stiles was still gazing over at the hospital.
 
He felt Derek’s presence right beside him but he felt John’s presence even
more. He can’t get John out of his mind. It's not to say he wanted to forget
about him, it's just the fact that he has to try to move on. If he doesn’t,
it's going to eat him as a whole.
 
He turned to Derek and smiled that perfect smile which John loved. Crap he’s
thinking about him again.
 
Derek took his other hand, rubbed his cheek and said, “I’m going to take you
out on a date. Somewhere where I know you haven’t been before”. Stiles didn’t
say anything, he nodded.
 
“But were not going to go now because it's 5pm so I’ll pick you up tomorrow in
the afternoon. Does that sound good?” He nodded. He kissed him on the forehead
and started the car.
 
As soon as they arrived, at Stiles house, Stiles turned around and placed
something in his hands. He kissed him, got out of the car and went inside.
 
Derek looked at his hand and found his birthstone, August. He smiled and drove
back to his house with Braeden waiting patiently inside.
 
She looked at him and said, “How was your day? Anything special happen? Did you
forget to do something?”. Derek was confused. What was she talking about?
 
“You forgot, didn’t you?”, Braeden stared at him. Derek shook his head.
 
“What’s today’s date?”, she asked. Derek caught on to what she was saying. It
was their anniversary.
 
Derek spoke up, “Oh my god I’m so sorry. I just got caught up……”.
 
She interrupted him, “You were with him, weren’t you?”. She couldn’t stand to
look at him but she did anyways.
 
“He’s not your responsibility, I am. Were married, not him. You shouldn’t be
with anyone else but me”. Derek tried to apologize but she didn’t want to hear
it.
 
“Do you love me?”, she questioned. He wrapped his arms around her. Though he
didn’t like the feeling of it.
 
It's like all of a sudden she felt foreign to him. Ever since he met Stiles, he
instantly felt a connection. His relationship with Braeden was dwindling. He’s
starting to lose interest in her but then again he’d never say it to her face.
 
“I love you”, he faked out but to her it seemed real.
 
“Let me make it up to you, ok. I’ll take you somewhere. Somewhere fancy”.
Braeden didn’t seem to buy it.
 
“If you want to make it up to me start with Stiles. Never talk to him again,
then we can start where we finished off”, she walked away.
 
But he can’t really do that. He's falling in love with him even though every
time he’s with him its the aftermath of something bad that happened. He hasn’t
got to know who he is. He knows what he does for living but that’s it.
 
And that’s why he’s going to take him out on a date tomorrow. To help regain
his childhood and to know him better. He’s willing to help him out and to
possibly see if there is something besides friendship that he’s feeling.
 
As he was heading upstairs to go to bed Braeden yelled down, “Your sleeping on
the couch tonight until you make it up to me”. Derek reversed his steps and
slept on the couch. He was fine with that.
 
At least he has enough privacy to masturbate to Stiles name. He snorted and
fell asleep.
 
>>>>>
 
Derek was a man of his word. He arrived at Stiles house at 5pm, ready to take
him to his date. Stiles walked out of his house with an incredible outfit.
 
He had on these tight jeans that defiantly made his ass more plump and big. God
Derek wanted to touch it. You wouldn’t believe it. He actually has a bigger
butt that Nicki Minaj but at least it's real.
 
He wore these red shoes which made his feet look bigger. And you know what they
say about guys with big feet….….big dick.
 
His outfit was also accompanied with a gold watch, blue gauges, a gray beanie,
white shiny glasses, and wrapped around his waist was a blue and red plaid
jacket.
 
But the best part about his outfit was his shirt that said “Sorry_Girls_I_am
GAY”. He snorted at that. He opened the door for him and waited until he got
inside to close it.
 
Stiles asked, “Well, where are you taking me". He smiled. “You’ll see”, he
said. Derek arrived at a theme park.
 
Stiles never really had a childhood. So this is the first time he’s ever been
to a place like this. He doesn’t even know what to do here. But that’s why
Derek’s here. To help improve his life by giving Stiles what he’s missed, a
childhood.
 
They both got out of the car, got their tickets and went inside.
 
Stiles didn’t feel right in a place like this. Kids screaming, running around
eating candy. He never experienced something like this before. He was nervous.
 
Derek felt how scared he was. So to help the situation he grabbed his hand and
intertwined their fingers together. Stiles turned to him and smiled. His heart
beat was slowing down. He wasn’t scared anymore.
 
They walked further into the park as eyes from every direction glazed over
them. Derek wasn’t paying attention to homophobe's staring in their direction.
 
Why couldn’t those parents act like their kids? Children ran up to them to say
“Hi" as their parents pulled them away. It was like the children had more
respect for them even though they don’t know what’s going on.
 
Derek turned to Stiles and asked, “What do you want to do first?”
 
“I-I don’t know?”, he replied. I guess Derek had to be the leader. He pulled
him over to this go kart area where you drive in the little car and hit people
away.
 
Derek asked, “You know how to drive right?”
 
Stiles let go of his hand and smiled, “Yes I do and your going down”. It was
like something ignited in him. All of a sudden he had this energy that wouldn’t
burn out. They both got into their cars and started their engine.
 
The buzzer went off. Everyone in the cage drove at each other trying to knock
them out. Stiles couldn’t stop laughing when he teamed up with these 3 kids as
they all rammed Derek in.
 
It was funny to see a tall man sit in such a small car trying not to fall out
of it. Derek spent the rest of the game trying not to get ran over by all the
kids. They left and went to the next game, Basketball.
 
Derek got schooled by him. He made 3’s all day long. He never missed a shot.
Only thing he couldn’t do was dunk but Derek helped him out with that. He
picked him up, below the waist and raised him to the basket.
 
As Stiles raised his arm to throw the ball in, his shirt raised with him. Derek
saw a nipple ring. God how he’d love to suck on that.
 
Stiles saw what he was looking at and stuck his tongue out. Derek sucked on his
stomach. Stiles started to blush because there were so many people looking at
them.
 
One kid whispered but Stiles could hear him anyways, “Mom I think I’m gay”. The
kid was dragged away by his mom as he was trying to get a better look. Derek
put him down on the ground.
 
“I didn’t know you were good a basketball”.
 
Stiles turned to him, “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. I guess
that’s why you brought me here”. Derek nodded and put his arm around his
shoulder. They walked to the section.
 
Next up banana challenge. How much of the banana can you fit in your mouth?
This was the adult section of the theme park. Stiles wasn’t an adult but they
let him slip because of how cute he was.
 
It was him, Derek and 3 other girls lined up with a banana in hand. They all
had their mouths open. It was time to school these girls. Derek shoved it into
his mouth but only got half way. The girl farthest down got a little past half
way and got Derek’s score kicked out.
 
The other two girls didn’t even get an inch in their mouth, they were
disqualified. It was Stiles against this girl. But Stiles won anyways. He got
the whole banana in his mouth without gagging and swallowed it in one bite.
Derek was surprised.
 
If he could do this with a banana then what other tricks can he do with a
penis? The girls all left pissed off.
 
One of them came back and asked Stiles, “Can you teach me how to do that?”
 
Stiles gave her his number and said, “Give me a call before you give a
blowjob”.
 
The girl asked, “How old are you?”.
 
“15”, he replied.
 
“Wow I’m 18 and I didn’t get an inch in”. She walked away to catch up with her
friends. Stiles turned around and met Derek with his mouth still wide open in
disbelief.
 
Stiles walked up to him, “Close your mouth, your drooling”. He smiled and
walked to the next game. Derek followed.
 
In this game you had to shoot water in the animal’s mouth in order to win a
prize. Derek knew he could win this because as a child growing up he lived with
a hunting family. And the look Stiles gave his gun indicated he had no idea how
to shoot it.
 
The countdown started. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO.
 
Derek shot water into the animals mouth while Stiles was having a hard time
shooting it. The man conducting the game laughed at him. Derek won but the game
was still going. Stiles was frustrated and even started to cry.
 
This gun reminded him of the things that happened to John, Aiden and Ethan.
Derek tried to stop Stiles because he knew what he was thinking about but
Stiles wanted to continue.
 
He pretended that he was the one with the gun aimed at the men who killed his
friends. He filled the animal up but he still lost.
 
“Ok Sir since you won pick the prize that you want”.
 
Derek looked at Stiles who looked back at him, with a smile and said, “I’m
fine”. Derek turned to the man and pointed at a life-sized bear. He wanted to
give it to Stiles. Stiles took the bear and hugged him. They held hands and
moved to the last game.
 
It was 10:57 when Derek won another prize for Stiles. He won Stiles lots of
prizes but the one that meant the most to him was a heart which was broken down
the middle.
 
One side said “His One” the other side said “His Only”. They both put the
cracked heart together to form a whole heart. They kissed.
 
They got cotton candy and sat down on one of the benches. Stiles looked at
Derek and knew he wanted to get to know him. Derek had questions which Stiles
wanted to answer.
 
“I’m here if you have any questions and I know you have a couple”. Derek didn’t
say anything.
 
“Don’t be shy, it's ok. I won’t get mad if you ask me certain questions”. Derek
turned to face him but didn’t ask him anything. “You want to know about me.
Specifically my childhood”.
 
Derek nodded, “I don’t really know you that well. If I’m going to be with
someone I’d like to know everything about them. Even if its the negative stuff.
But then again if you don’t want to tell me or if its too personal then I
understand”. Stiles stared at the ground.
 
“I just want to make sure that if your hurt I know exactly what to say to make
you feel better”.
 
Stiles smiled at him and said "Just being in your presence is enough to make me
feel better".
 
He fell into his warm embrace and spoke up, ”I’ll tell you everything”. Derek
pulled away, far enough, to see his face. He nodded.
 
Stiles adjusted himself to sit in his lap and face him. “Well I guess your
going to want to know about my real family, which isn’t much”. He laughed
nervously.
 
“Well since I don’t know much about them except for the fact that they died
before I could even walk, I’m going to switch to my foster parents”. Stiles
took a deep breath.
 
“Growing up with my step-parents were really great until, at the age of 10,
they told me that I was adopted when I was a few months old. That was a
horrific day for me. To know that they lied to me for my whole life. I mean now
I understand why they waited so long but it broke me. It hurt me to know that
my parents and sister were dead. That was the breaking point. That’s what led
me to become what I was. But what really prompted me to do that was my step-
dad”.
 
Stiles heart start to beat rapidly. That’s when Derek laid a hand on his back
tracing circles with his finger. He concentrated on his heartbeat. Each circle
he made on his back cooled him down.
 
“My step-dad raped me. He said the only type of love I’d get, being gay, was to
be passed around so everyone could have a taste. He physically and mentally
hurt me. He made me feel like I was the lowest person under everyone else. Like
my opinion or thoughts didn’t matter. The day that I told him I was gay it felt
like I had opened a door for him to attack me. I wasn’t the only one being
attacked. He raped and abused my mom. We both tried to fight against him but he
was too strong. Until one night, while he was on the computer trying to hook up
with someone, I cracked a bottle over his head. I went into the kitchen and
grabbed a knife. I was standing over his body with a knife. I wanted to kill
him but something in me told me to stop. He wasn’t worth it. My step-mom
chanted over and over again to kill him. If I was going to do that, it would
have to be now. But I couldn’t do it”, Stiles sniffled out.
 
“Then I heard sirens outside of my house with red and blue lights flashing. My
mom didn’t want me to get in trouble so she grabbed the knife and stabbed him.
She pushed me onto the ground to make it seem like she was the one who wanted
to do this. The cops came in and tackled her to the ground. She turned her face
towards me as they cuffed her. She smiled at me before they picked her up and
lead her to the car. I tried to run after her but some of the cops held me
back. I kept on screaming her name over and over. Pleading for them to bring
her back. I told them millions of times that I was the one with the knife but
they didn’t believe. They just saw me as the victim. But in the inside I was
the killer. I was a child killer. I should’ve killed him. If I did then she
would’ve been alive”.
 
Derek massaged his face and said, “Oh god, Stiles”.
 
He continued, "1 year later, a day before I was going to meet her in jail, they
said that she committed suicide. I cried and cried and cried. I remembered that
one of the cops ran to me and said she had something that she wanted to give to
me but she never had the chance to. It was a diary. On the first page she said
to record anything and everything important that happened to me. After the
death of my mother, the diary was untouched until I was 13, starting the adult
industry. This is where I come in. If I would’ve killed him then me and her
would’ve been happy and alive. Somewhere happy. Somewhere safe. Somewhere in a
place where I belong”.
 
Stiles slumped against Derek’s chest. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore,
ever.
 
Derek rested his head on his and said, “Its ok to cry. Let it out. I’m here and
I’m not going to leave you”. After Stiles heartbeat calmed down Derek didn’t
want to leave his side and he didn’t want to go back home to Braeden. So
instead he asked Stiles if he can stay over for the night at his place. Stiles
smiled at him and said “Yes”.
 
Derek grabbed Stiles hand and led him into the car. Stiles looked up at him
with tears barely rising to his eye lids.
 
“Thank you for giving me an experience that was never available to me as a kid.
And thank you for helping me open up more to you”.
 
Derek reached across the gear shift and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He pulled
back and put his seat belt on. He was back again at Stiles residence.
 
All through the night Derek was thinking about Stiles biological parents and
his babysitter. He thought the best resolution for Stiles mourn was to contact
the doctor to see if he can take a DNA test to find out of his real parents.
Also to contact his babysitter to see if she can remind Stiles who his parents
and sister was and to show him pictures of what they looked like.
 
He turned to Stiles and rubbed his cheek. Stiles woke up and kissed his hand.
 
Derek whispered, “I think its time to find out who your parents are and to see
if we can contact your babysitter. If that’s alright with you?” Stiles didn’t
really expect to wake up to this but it meant a lot to see how determined he
was to help him out. He couldn’t believe he found someone this caring in his
life. He nodded.
 
They both got out of bed, took their, ate breakfast and headed towards the
doctors office to take a DNA test. Derek hoped that Stiles finding out about
his family could help him mentally and give him reassurance.
 
They arrived at the doctors office, sitting in the waiting room, for the doctor
to pull them in. Within minutes they were asked to come in and sit down.
 
The doctor looked at both of them and asked, “Who here is taking the test?”
Stiles raised his hand. The doctor nodded and handed him information on the DNA
testing:  
 
      DNA paternity testing is the use of DNA_profiling (known as genetic
 fingerprinting) to determine whether two individuals are biologically parent
  and child. A paternity test establishes genetic proof whether a man is the
biological father of an individual, and a maternity test establishes whether a
 woman is the biological mother of an individual. Tests can also determine the
     likelihood of someone being a biological grandparent to a grandchild.
Though genetic testing is the most reliable standard, older methods also exist,
             including ABO_blood_group_typing, analysis of various
  other proteins and enzymes, or using human_leukocyte_antigen antigens. The
 current techniques for paternity testing are using polymerase_chain_reaction 
 (PCR) and restriction_fragment_length_polymorphism (RFLP). Paternity testing
can now also be performed while the woman is still pregnant from a blood draw. 
DNA testing is currently the most advanced and accurate technology to determine
  parentage. In a DNA parentage test, the result (called the 'probability of
  parentage) is 0% when the alleged parent is not biologically related to the
  child and the probability of parentage is typically 99.99% when the alleged
    parent is biologically related to the child. However, while almost all
individuals have a single and distinct set of genes, rare individuals, known as
 "chimeras", have at least two different sets of genes, which can result in a
  false negative result if their reproductive tissue has a different genetic
                make-up from the tissue sampled for the test. 
The testing is performed by collecting buccal cells found on the inside of the
 person’s cheek using a buccal swab or cheek swab. These swabs have wooden or
   plastic stick handles with a cotton synthetic tip. The collector rubs the
  inside of a person’s cheek to collect as many buccal cells as possible. The
buccal cells are then sent to a laboratory for testing. For paternity testing,
   samples from the alleged father and child would be needed. For maternity
     testing, smiles from the alleged mother and child would be needed.  
 
The doctor received the papers when they were finished reading. She asked for
Derek to step out so he can swab his mouth.
 
Derek kissed him and waited patiently outside. He paid attention to his
heartbeat just in case he were to flip out.
 
While handing Stiles the supplies she turned on the computer setting up the
soon to be results. Stiles took the swab and wiped the inside of his mouth.
 
He was so curious to find out who his actual parents were but to him it felt
useless. Even if he found out who they were its not like he could actual see or
talk to them, their dead.
 
He handed the swab to the doctor. She took the swab and put it in a plastic
bag.
 
“Just wait here and I’ll have the results in a few minutes”. She left the room
as Derek had the go-ahead from the doctor.
 
He walked in and sat next to him. Stiles fell onto him like a magnet. He rested
his head against Derek’s chest waiting for the results.
 
5 minutes later the doctor walked in. She went on the computer to print out the
results. After it was finished printing she handed it to Stiles.
 
“You can keep the results if you want to or you can give them back to me”. The
doctor watched him as he was reading the paper. On the paper it showed who his
parents were, their names and where to find them.
 
The doctor asked, “Do you want me to call your parents? I can find their files
and call them”. Obviously the doctor didn’t know his parents were dead.
 
Stiles whispered to the doctor, “My parents died when I was a baby. Then I was
adopted, a year later, to a fucked up family”. A sad expression came upon the
doctors face.
 
“I’m so sorry. My parents died when I was young to. That’s why I’m specialized
in the DNA testing to help other people who have missed parental guidance to
hopefully find their parents before its too late. But I’m really sorry you
didn’t get to see them before they passed”.
 
The doctor pulled him into a loving hug. They both stayed in that position
longer than needed but to Stiles it felt just right. They let go of each other.
 
Stiles thanked the doctor and made to leave but the doctor stopped him and
asked, “Do you want us to find out the name of your babysitter? Even if you
were too young to remember their name we can still find them”. Stiles looked at
Derek to get his opinion on it.
 
He smiled and nodded. “Let’s go find out where she is?”
 
He turned back to the doctor and said, "Yes”.
 
All three of them made their way to the front desk to find out what they could
do next. The nurse went to the back and said give us a few days and we’ll call
you when we find her name. Stiles and Derek thanked the doctor for her help and
left.
 
A Few Days Later: *RING RING RING* Stiles jumped out of bed and raced to the
phone. Derek caught up behind him as Stiles received the call. Derek waited
patiently for a response from him. Stiles put the phone back and turned to
Derek.
 
"Her name is Maddie. We need to go now before anything else happens”.
 
Derek looked at him and asked, “Did they say where she lived?”
 
“She lives up in Alabama”.
 
Derek stared back at him, “That’s kinda far. Especially with the weather. We
can’t go there by flight”.
 
“Who said we were going to fly…...Road Trip”, Stiles smiled at him. “I’m going
to do whatever I can to see her. I need to have more information on my parents.
I want you to come with me”.
 
Derek grabbed his hand, “Of course I’ll come with you. I’m your man and I’ll
follow you wherever you want me to. Even if it leads towards our bed".
 
“Hmm our bed I like the sound of that”, Stiles smirked. Derek came in for a
kiss. Stiles inched away enough to see his face instead of his lips.
 
“Let’s pack. Were going right now”. Within an hour they were in the car headed
for Alabama but after a few minutes of driving they pulled to the side of the
road to fall asleep. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to leave at 2 in the morning.
 
8:46 am: Derek woke up in the passengers seat as Stiles pulled the car up in
front of a cream colored house. He looked through the window and saw Stiles
walk towards the door. Derek ran up behind him as they both looked at the door
waiting for someone to answer.
 
*ding dong* No one answered. Stiles rang again but this time with more power.
 
*DING DONG* Still no answer. Stiles was about to ring again but Derek grabbed
his hand and shook his head.
 
“There’s no one home. We should come back another time”. Stiles wore a sad
expression on his face as they both made to leave. They came up here hoping the
babysitter would have more information and pictures of his family but there was
no one there. It was a waste of time.
 
The door creaked open as a woman in her 30’s came out and called out to them.
“Stop”. They both turned around as they saw a woman with 2 kids at the door.
 
“Can I help you?”, the woman asked. Stiles walked up, closer to her. The woman
held her kids back. She didn’t know who Stiles was. At her reaction he stopped
in his place and spoke up.
 
“My names Stiles, Stiles Stilinski. I’m the baby you looked after 15years ago”.
 
She gasped, “Stiles, oh my god”. She ran up to him and gave him a tight hug.
They both cried in each others arms.
 
She pulled back to look him in the eyes. “Your back”. She gave him a light kiss
on the cheek. He leaned into it.
 
She hugged him again even tighter. Her kids joined in on the hug. She’d told
them about Stiles before. They just didn't know him like she did. She stared
behind him at Derek who was looking back at her.
 
She asked, “Who is this?” Stiles turned to face Derek.
 
“He’s my boyfriend”. He turned back around as her kids started to pull him
inside her house. Still staring at Derek she asked “Come in”. Derek followed
suit as he was pulled into the house.
 
They both sat down as Maddie walked over into the kitchen to get them coffee.
“Hi my name is Darren and my sisters name is Molly”.The kids both wave as
Stiles and Derek waved back.
 
“Can we play a game with you guys?” Stiles nodded, “Sure”.
 
Molly jumped up in excitement. “Let’s have a staring contest. I’ll go against
Derek and Darren will go against Stiles”. Derek nodded.
 
Molly and Darren sat on opposite ends of the couch while staring at their
opponents. “Ok on the count of 3 we’ll start”. Molly held out her hand and
counted. 1, 2, 3
 
All of them stared at each other. Stiles was winning. He could tell Darren
wanted to blink. His eye quivered when a fly landed near him.
 
Derek on the other hand was losing. Molly started making these funny faces
which was causing him to laugh.
 
To win Molly “accidentally” kicked Derek in the balls. Derek caught his balls
in his hand as he mellowed in pain.
 
The girl laughed and said “I won. Good job”.
 
She had her hand raised ready to give him a high five but he declined. But with
the look of sadness appearing on her face he gave her a high five.
 
After that they both turned their heads to look at Daren vs Stiles who are
still going at it. Its been 3 minutes and they haven’t blinked.
 
Molly chanted over and over again in her head. “Come on Darren you can do this.
Come on Darren”. Surprisingly Darren heard it. Even Derek heard it. Are they
werewolves?
 
Daren was about to “accidentally" kick Stiles balls but it was too late. Stiles
had his hands on Darren’s stomach tickling him. Stiles won.
 
Derek and Stiles tackled the kids on the ground as they were having a tickling
fest. The kids yelled out at the same time pleading for them to stop.
 
Everyone was laughing even Maddie. But after a few minutes they both stopped.
 
All of them laid on the ground, staring at the ceiling, waiting for their
heartbeat to cool down. Maddie walked in with the promised coffee and handed to
both of them. She handed hot cocoa to her children and asked them to go
upstairs.
 
Before they left Darren turned around and used his mind powers to ask Derek
“Are you guys going to come back anytime soon?" Derek winked at them. They both
smiled and ran upstairs.
 
Stiles and Derek turned their attention to Maddie who had a small smile
appearing on her face. She looked at Stiles and said, “How are you doing?”
 
Stiles doesn’t even know how to answer that question. He wants to say yes
because he’s met Derek and he’s finally happy but he’s not completely happy.
Everything in his life is fucked up. The people that he loved perished and now
he can’t get them back. Its hard to move on when your heart wants to stay in
the same position.
 
“Stiles you ok?”, Maddie asked kneeling in front of him. Stiles teared up as
she cradled his face.
 
“No….no I’m not ok”. She pulled him into her lap on the floor. “Please talk to
me. I want to help you”.
 
Stiles laid in her arms while Derek laid his hand on his back for support.
 
“I came here for a reason. I want to know more about my parents and my sister.
I need to see pictures or videos. Just something that will make me feel
better”.
 
Maddie looked down at his face and nodded. She kissed his forehead and left.
 
She came back with pictures and videos. She handed them to Stiles as he looked
over them with curious brown eyes. "Who are they?” Stiles asked.
 
Maddie looked at where he was pointing and said, “Those are your parents.
Xavier and Caroline. And the girl that is holding you is your sister named
Brooke”. Stiles smiled with glassy eyes.
 
“This picture was taken a few moths before their passing”. She rubbed the back
of his neck. “I’m sorry”.
 
Stiles couldn’t stop staring at the picture. He just wanted to be with them. To
get to know them.
 
He knows that if they were still alive he wouldn’t be in the same position as
he’s in now. Maddie came back with even more stuff on his family.
 
Maddie looked back at him, “When your parents died my first thought was you. I
was going to take charge of being your guardian. The problem was that at the
time I was 17 and not financially stable. And at my age to take care of a baby
while in school would’ve been difficult. I loved you. I loved you like you were
my little brother. But since I wasn’t ready to take care of you I had to put
you up for adoption. When I got older and more financially stable I wanted to
get you back. I called them to see if I could be your legal_guardian but by the
time I was ready to have you back you were already settled in with a new
family. I’m sorry I couldn’t have taken you in as my own. I’m really sorry”.
 
“Its ok”, Stiles smirked. Darren and Molly came downstairs to care for Stiles.
There wolfs were going crazy at the site of Stiles despair.
 
Derek wrapped his long limbs over Stiles body as they flipped through the rest
of the objects. Stiles stayed over at Maddie’s house, with her kids, to look
over the rest of the pictures and videos.
 
This was the best thing that could’ve ever happened. Know he’ll be able to live
a better life knowing who his parents and sister are. He just wished they could
be there to help him out even more.
Chapter End Notes
     Moon Child Meaning-The freezing wind that Stiles feels is John. John
     said he’d never leave Stiles. Even though he’s dead doesn’t mean his
     presence left him. The voice that is mentioned in the phrase is
     John’s. He’s trying to tell Stiles not to settle with being a
     prostitute. To be something better that will benefit himself and
     others. Be someone that can benefit the world. Be the Stiles that he
     once knew. Cradle the universe in the palm of your hands. His first
     vision was John and that’s why he can’t stop crying. John is missing.
     Stiles realized his first love was with John. He called his name
     again and again. But all he heard was the echo in the light.
***** The Diary Pt 3-A New Life *****
Chapter Summary
     Jeremy and Stiles don't talk for a while until he shows up at his
     house 1 year later on his anniversary. This time instead of Derek
     taking Stiles on a date the roles are switched. He's taking him to a
     Gay pride Parade to get to know his people.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Instead of Derek taking him out on another date, the roles were switched.
 
Since stiles had such a fun time with on their last date, he wanted to take
Derek out to place where he knows he’s never been to, a Gay_Pride_parade. Most
commonly know as LGBT_Pride_Festival.
 
He wanted to see how he’d feel going to a place like this. Stiles went to this
place plenty of times. Sometimes with his clients but mostly by himself. He
loved to see the real side of people instead of them hiding behind their
character.
 
When he was younger he came out to his step-parents immediately. The only
person he was afraid to come out to was his step-dad. Until the fatal night
happened when he did tell his father and then he raped him.
 
Saying that "Well since your gay this is what’ll happen to you your entire life
so it's better to start now”. But that’s beyond the point.
 
He wanted to see how he’d react in an environment that he’s not used to.
 
“Come on babe, let’s go. There’s a lot of dicks there so you won’t be
disappointed”, Stiles said while grabbing at his ass. Derek turned and
playfully pushed him away but brought him back in his arms. They both chuckled.
 
"The only dick I want is your’s. And I want it in my mouth”, Derek chuckled
out.
 
Stiles spoke up, “You can have my dick as long as you come with me to the pride
parade. You gotta meet and get comfortable with your folks. Do it for me,
please?” Derek bent down, face to face with his dick.
 
“As long as no one tries to get with my boo I’ll go”. He kissed his pants
blocking his cock from a meet and greet. He got up and took off his clothes to
get ready.
 
“Well I’m going to take a shower before we leave”. Wow. Stiles couldn’t even
pay attention to his speech. He was looking at something dangling in between
his legs.
 
In a hurry Stiles released himself from his clothing and ran into the bathroom
to help bath Derek.
 
1 Hour Later- “Ahh….mmm…god your…ahh”. Stiles couldn’t stop moaning.
 
There was a guy in the stall next to him sticking his dick through the hole
with a sign over it saying “Suck me”. Both Stiles and Derek stopped.
 
Stiles pointed out, “Maybe we should go see the rest of the parade”.
 
“Yeah your probably right”, Derek answered. They got out of the bathroom and
headed towards the parade.
 
Before they got anywhere close a group of guys came over, put a Hawaiian
necklace over their necks and gave them a kiss.
 
One guy screamed “I LOVE COCK” as the crowd chanted it over and over again.
Even a smaller kid in the corner was giving another kid a blowjob. Wow they
start young.
 
Then another guy came over with a cock suit on handing out dildos in all
different shapes and sizes. He handed Derek a black cock.
 
The guy said, “Black cock is always the best”. He walked away.
 
Stiles agreed, “Yeah I fucked a black guy before and man let me tell you. His
cock was at least 12 inches. It was so hard to fit it all the way down my
throat but with him forcing my head down on it, it made it easier”. Derek
turned to him with disbelief.
 
Stiles smiled at him, “Its true. One time I sucked on to cocks before, at the
same time. That’s why my mouth is so big, red and stretchy”.
 
Derek looked at him, “Oh my god stop bragging”.
 
Stiles stopped him, “Wait, am I the first penis you swallowed?“ Stiles must
have said it loudly because the crowd turned to them with a smile. They all
turned around as the parade finally began.
 
Derek and Stiles had good places to stand because Stiles knew one of the guys.
 
As the drums rolled everyone held there dildos in the air and turned on the
lights as there dildos glowed brightly. They waved it back and forth as the
crowd started cheering.
 
The parade floats rode in with terrific designs that know one saw coming.
 
But then there was a floaty. More specifically a dick with a hole floaty.
 
Derek couldn’t stop laughing because what happened next had the whole crowd
laughing. The dick went inside the hole. You could definitely see a guy pushing
the gigantic dick inside of the asshole. Everyone was laughing. This was one of
the best times Derek and Stiles had together.
 
More floats came around but nothing could compare to the dick floaty. An hour
and a half passed by with still an hour to fill.
 
This time instead of more floats coming in, they had a concert with the most
famous LGBT singers performing. And to top it off, they had dancers practically
naked with only a piece of fabric covering their genitals. Except for the girls
they had to cover their boobs too.
 
But in certain areas of the parade you could see them naked if you paid more.
Just as they were checking out the rest of the parade a woman came up to them
with a flyer.
 
"Show your support for one of the oldest and largest LGBTQIA events in the
world. Member dues help fund the production of our annual Celebration and
Parade and they also support our mission to educate the world on LGBTQI issues,
to commemorate our heritage, to celebrate our culture and to liberate our
people”, the lady handed them the membership papers. She walked to the next
couple to ask the same question.
 
They both didn’t hesitate to sign the papers. Now they just needed to get a
pen. They walked over to an empty table and saw a pen. Before Derek could grab
it a little boy held it in the air with pride.
 
“My dad likes to suck dick”. Derek looked at him with a surprised expression.
But the kid wasn’t done.
 
He handed the pen over and said, “Boys have a penis and girls have a vagina”.
The kid sprinted off towards his dad. Derek turned to see a laughing Stiles
barely able to stand straight.
 
“Haha. Oh my god. That kid is awesome”. They finally signed the papers and
handed it at one of the tables.
 
“Thanks for the support”, the man returned. Stiles smiled.
 
Before they could leave the man asked, “Are you guys married? Any children?”
 
Stiles blushed and said “No. Were not married. No children”. Somewhere in his
voice Derek could hear sadness. Stiles looked back at him with a smile. Did
Stiles want to be married?…..
 
9:23-The parade was still going. Both of them were tired but wanted to see the
rest of the parade. Derek could feel Stiles body become lifeless.
 
He said to him, “I think its time to go home. You look like your drunk”. Stiles
nodded with sleepy eyes. By the time they got back to the car Stiles was fast
asleep.
 
“Stiles…..Stiles”. Derek knew one way to wake him up. “I’ll give you head when
we get home”. Stiles shot up quickly with adrenalin. Derek snorted and drove
back to their place.
 
>>>>>
 
Derek and Stiles Anniversary (Age 16)-Stiles is in the kitchen cooking up food
for his anniversary with Derek. Derek is at the store getting flowers,
chocolate and champagne when Stiles hears someone at the front door.
 
Jeremy somehow got into his house, walked up behind him and said, “Kitchens
closed, your not supposed to be here”. Stiles jumped up in fright as he turned
around and saw him.
 
“You scared the shit outta me”. Jeremy laughed.
 
“Sorry, I’m sorry about that. I’m…I’m sorry”. He laughs nervously.
 
Stiles looked back at him, “What are you doing here Jeremy”. Stiles turned back
around.
 
He cleared his throat, “I was at a banquet. Uhh I won an award”. He waved his
trophy back and forth. “Along with 12 other awards for providing Affordable
Care to those who are struggling with addiction in the Los Angeles area but
really it was for taking the only fucking job I could get”.
 
Stiles looked back at him and asked, “Are you drunk?”
 
Jeremy smiled and laughed, “Umm”. He looked at the ceiling then back to Stiles,
“Yeah”. He laughed out. “Stiles, yeah I’m a little drunk”.
 
Stiles looked back at the food, “I think you should call a cab and go home to
your wife”. Jeremy looked at the floor. Stiles got up and tried to walk away
but Jeremy was in his way. He had his arms outstretched towards his body.
 
“Wait….no…wait…wait…wait…just wait. Just a second….umm…..How did today go? You
know with you and your boss”.
 
Stiles looked at him for a second and then spoke up, “I’m free now. I’m not a
prostitute anymore. I can do whatever I want”.
 
“That’s great”, Jeremy replied.
 
“Yeah it is”, Stiles nodded.
 
Then he spoke up again, “I’m going to go upstairs. It's my anniversary so it
would be nice if you can leave”. Jeremy nodded as he walked away.
 
Stiles walked upstairs to get ready for Derek’s return. He thought Jeremy was
on his way out the door but instead he followed him upstairs. Stiles closed the
door and started to take off his robe.
 
Jeremy walked through the door and locked it. “Oh Jesus. What are you doing?
You got to leave me alone”, Stiles insisted. Jeremy didn’t say a word he just
walked over to him. Stiles lowered his shoulders.
 
“It's all on your terms now huh?”
 
Stiles looked at him, “Oh for god’s sake, just leave. Jeremy”. He got closer to
him. “Jeremy”.
 
Jeremy grabbed his shoulders and shook him. He turned him around, facing the
bed.
 
Stiles said, “Get off of me”. Jeremy took off the lace of his robe and wrapped
it around his neck. Stiles couldn’t breathe.
 
Jeremy forced him on the bed and raised the robe past his butt. He then tried
to unbutton his pants. He was struggling to get them off. Stiles was laying
there gasping for air. “Be still", Jeremy ordered. He was still struggling to
get them off.
 
Stiles tried to release the grip around his neck but he couldn't.
 
Jeremy got his belt off. He tried to free his dick away from his pants but it
was held back by the zipper. Stiles was still gagging. After a few seconds
Jeremy gave up and fell against the side of the bed as his butt hit the floor.
 
Stiles laid on the bed trying to regain air to his lungs. He grabbed his
inhaler and puffed.
 
“Fuck….I’m such a fucking idiot”, Jeremy said to himself. Stiles turned around
coughing. Slowly intaking air.
 
“Fuck. My life is fucking ruined”. Stiles could finally breathe normally again.
 
Jeremy started to tear up, “I’m so fucking stupid”. Stiles can’t bare to look
at him. “I-I didn’t rape you”. Stiles turned to him.
 
Jeremy looked at him, “I didn’t penetrate you so I didn’t rape you”. Stiles
looked at him, grabbed his trophy and hit him in the head twice until he was
lying on the ground. He dropped the trophy.
 
He laid on his bed until Derek came home.
 
Derek walked in with the groceries but dropped them on the ground when he smelt
someone else’s sent mixed in with Stiles. Stiles was hurt.
 
He ran upstairs and saw an unconscious man lying on the floor. His wolf came
out, ready to attack. Stiles walked in his way, “No. Its ok”. They both looked
at his body. He’s still alive.
 
Derek picked his body up, walked outside and threw him away. He walked back
inside, went upstairs and laid down next to Stiles.
 
He wrapped his arms around him. Stiles could sense what Derek was thinking. He
didn’t want to hear it.
 
“Don’t…please”, Stiles pleaded. Derek didn’t. He tightened his grip as they
both laid there without saying another word.
 
>>>>>
 
Next Morning-Derek is falling in love with Stiles and less in love with
Braeden. His sleep was interrupted when he got a text from her at 6 in the
morning saying that she’s going on a business trip for a week.
 
He’s happy that she’s leaving because then he can go, pack his stuff and leave.
He’s made up his mind. He just hopes she won’t try to do anything sneaky. If he
was going to move out of their house and in with Stiles, he’d have to move
quick and do it now.
 
Stiles turned to him and asked, “Babe. What’s up? Something wrong?”. Derek
turned to him and didn’t say a word.
 
Stiles looked worried, “Well….What?”. Derek kissed him. “What was that for?
Even though I didn’t mind”.
 
Derek raised his voice, “Braeden’s going on a business trip for a week. If were
going to do this, we have to do it now”. Both of them grabbed their clothes,
put it on and raced to his house to receive his things.
 
Once they got there her car was gone. Or so they thought. “Let’s go”.
 
Derek didn’t waist no time. He ran up stairs and threw everything he had in a
trash bag making sure he got everything. In the mean time Stiles was downstairs
over looking the pictures with Derek and Braeden, hugging and kissing.
 
He picked up a picture of Derek as a baby. Man was he hot back in the day. No
wonder he was taken when they both met. But did he really want to get in
between the relationship he had with Braeden. He never considered himself to be
the type of guy to interfere in someones relationship. Especially if they were
married.
 
His step-mother once told him if someone was in a relationship or married you
can still date them. You just had to be secret about it. He always laughed at
her when she was trying to give him advice. Most of her advice was never
impactful. If he would’ve followed her advice then he’d probably be dead right
now. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard someone knock on the door.
 
*Knock-Knock*
 
Derek recognized that scent. He inhaled the scent harder to figure out who was
at the door. “You got to be kidding me”. He knew who was at the door. Stiles
was too shocked to move.
 
He gasped out, “Braeden. W-what are you doing here?”.
 
Braeden laughed, “Well, well, well. I was right. My man is fucking you”.
 
Derek ran downstairs. He can smell how mad she is and that she’s got something
up her sleeve. Derek looked at her while standing between her and Stiles. “I
thought you left”.
 
Braeden raised her voice, “Don’t change the fucking subject. Your with this
prostitute and your fucking him in my house, behind my back. He changed you.
You changed”. Derek didn’t really know what to say. Being with a former
prostitute was something new to him but he never thought of Stiles as a
prostitute. He never once thought of him like that.
 
Braeden walked around Derek to look Stiles straight in the eyes, “Don’t you
have somewhere to be. Don’t you have another customer to fuck”. Stiles was
raging.
 
But Derek spoke up anyways, “Don’t talk to him like that”.
 
Braeden looked at Derek, “What are you going to do? Leave me”.
 
Stiles spoke up, “Well that’s one option. I mean, you made his life stale. He
had no sexual drive until he met me. Remember he was the one spending more time
with me. Taking me out on dates, making sure I was well taken care of. Did he
ever do anything like that for you? Just admit it, your making his life a
living hell. We’ve been talking about having children. You know, moving up in
life. Starting off slow then working our way up. I mean look at me. I might not
be sexy, hot or fuckable but damn I’m adorable and cute as fuck". Stiles
snorted.
 
Derek and Stiles never talked about having kids but now that he thought about
it, it wouldn’t be a bad idea.
 
Braeden laughed, “Do you see this ring on my finger. He married me, not you”.
She walked into his personal bubble.
 
"Your right. Your not sexy, hot or fuckable. Maybe that’s why John died. He
couldn’t stand to be with someone like you. I’m pretty sure those dates that he
took you on were fake. He felt sorry for you. He was probably glad he died”.
 
Stiles body felt numb. It was like she knew exactly what to say to hurt him and
push him farther away from John.
 
She continued, "He never loved you. And my husband over here never will”.
Stiles started to tear up. He tried to hold it in but as soon as his thoughts
switched to John’s finale night, he fell against the floor, landing on his
knees, as his tears poured out of his eyes.
 
He raised his head to look at her. She bent down in front of him. They were
face to face. She placed her hand on his cheek. This is what his father did to
him before he raped him, repeatedly.
 
She whispered, “No one like’s a whore. Especially one that looked like he’d be
better off dead, no one ever knowing him. Just say the words and I’ll make it
happen. If you go one like this, being what your are, your going to end up like
your friends, Ethan and Aiden”.
 
He really wanted to hit her but he was never the one to lay his hand on a
woman. He stared at her, waiting for her to finish. Derek pulled her away from
him. He helped him up.
 
But stiles didn’t want to be in his arms. He wanted to be with John but he has
no heroin left. He’ll have to do it another way. He jolted out of the house
towards his. Derek tried to stop him but Braeden was in his way.
 
“Are you really about to go after that slut? After everything I did for you?
Are you serious? Does this ring mean nothing to you?”. Stiles arrived at his
house, crying in his hands. Derek looked at her with fury in his eyes. He
raised his hand to her face, but never slapped.
 
“Fuck you. You never deserved me. And I definitely don’t deserve you”. He made
to walk away but she grabbed him by the forearm.
 
“If you leave me then I don’t want to see you again. Its either me or him”. She
walked upstairs waiting in her room for Derek to come in and apologize but he
never came. He made his choice and it was Stiles.
 
He grabbed his bag and drove to Stiles place. Hopefully he’d take him back
because if he lost Stiles and Braeden in the same night, he wouldn’t know where
to go afterwards or what his future would look like without him.
 
After Braeden bashed Stiles with hurtful words, he headed back to his house.
Derek realized who he loved and went after him.
 
Stiles turned around, closed the door and was alarmed with Derek standing
behind him.
 
Stiles looked at him, with his arm outstretched in his direction and said, in a
low voice, “Stay away from me”. He backed up towards the wall. Derek followed
suit.
 
“Handcuffed, the memory sounds”, Stiles said looking at Derek, as his arms are
crossed over making an X on his chest. Derek has his hands against the wall, on
either side of Stiles body.
 
“Stay away from me”. Stiles placed his hand in the middle of Derek’s chest.
 
“You look like mother's scary ghost”, he said while making eye contact.
 
“Stay away from me”, Derek intertwined his fingers with his hand placed against
his chest.
 
“Stay, stay away from me”. Derek let go of his hand and placed it against his
cheek. He rested his forehead against his. He kept it there until he knew it
was safe.
 
Silence overcame them. Their eyes were the conversation. Stiles started to tear
up. He’s afraid of the relationship that has enveloped over time. He’s afraid
of his wife. No one really treated him this way especially when he was with
John. John was his protector. And now he’s alone.
 
Stiles started shaking in Derek’s arms. He scared. He’s scared of rejection.
He’s scared of being alone for the rest of his life. He needs someone to be
there for him. He doesn’t know if Derek is willing to do that.
 
Derek placed a kiss on his forehead and left it there longer than needed. But
Stiles didn’t budge. He leaned into it.
 
Derek whispers in a low voice, “I love you’. Stiles looked up at him and kissed
him deeply. No one ever told him they loved him. This was the first time the
“Love” word was ever used.
 
The relationship he had with John was pure. If John was still alive Stiles
would’ve told him he loved him and this thing between him and Derek never
would’ve happened.
 
With their kiss still continuing, Derek picked Stiles up by the thighs which
caused him to wrap his legs around him. He walked over to the bed, never
breaking the kiss. No breathes needed and gently laid him down.
 
Stiles reached for Derek’s chest and placed his hand there. Anytime John was
around he’d always do this thing to Stiles by placing his hand in the middle of
his chest.
 
Stiles didn’t know what he was trying to do but he never told him to stop. It
was like John was reaching, to that very part, deep down in his body to
retrieve something precious. But then he knew what he was trying to reach for
had already been found. He’d been reaching for Stiles. He was trying to
preserve him from the adult world. He’d been trying to keep Stiles from
continuing to work in the Industry.
 
But Stiles never wanted to leave him. Being what he was, working at the same
job, gave him many opportunities to do special things with him. He never wanted
to leave his side. It was like he was a mini me of John. Anything that John did
to or for him, he trusted him. He put his life in his hands. He never let him
down.
 
While Stiles was thinking of the memory he had, he looked up at Derek and said,
“Its you, your the one”. Derek smiled at him and cradled his cheek. It took him
a second to understand why he was looking at his chest for so long but now he
knew why. It was John.
 
The first person to make him feel alive. He just wished he had the time to
thank him for helping Stiles become a better person. Now it was his turn to
finish what he started.
 
He kissed him passionately as if he would’ve kissed him in any other way Stiles
wouldn’t like it. He leaned into it.
 
Derek pulled Stiles clothes down past his knees, grabbing the edge of his
boxers with his teeth and pulling them along, too. He pulled his shirt over his
head and tossed it aside.
 
Derek was thinking about using a condom but instead he wanted his skin to merge
with his. He wanted to feel every bump and crease on his body. He wanted his
body to come into contact and create a never-ending friction.
 
Derek spoke up, “I’ve got a never ending love for you”. Stiles blushed at him.
He ran his hands through his hair. Derek loved that.
 
“From now on that’s all I want to do”. Derek placed his hand on his chest.
“From the first time we met I knew I’d have a never ending love for you”. Its
like Derek knew exactly what to say to make Stiles fall head over heels for
him. He knew the way to get to his heart.
 
“After all this time of being alone we can love on another. Feel for each
other. Feel so good I can hardly stand it”. Now it was Derek’s turn to cry. He
never felt this way for anyone else including Braeden. He loved her once. He
thought that she was the love of his life. But when she said all these foul
things about him, he gave up on her and moved on.
 
“I’ve got a never ending love for you”, Stiles finished for him. “From now on,
that’s all I want to do. From the first time we met, I knew I’d sing my never
ending song of love to you. I knew I’d have a never ending love for you”.
 
They kissed again but more deeply this time. Derek slowly made his way further
down the sheets, licking his body and sucking marks into his chest along the
way.
 
He could hear how fast his heart was pounding. He wanted to make this a perfect
experience for him. He wanted to show how much he loved him. He would go to the
ends of the earth to prove how much he loved him. Even if he had to die for
him.
 
It was a strange thought to die for someone. But at least it showed their
partner how far they’d go for them. Even if it was to say good bye to them.
 
Stiles moaned and moaned and moaned again. Grabbing at the sheets, calling out
his name, arching his back, pleading for more friction and he got it. Anything
that he wanted Derek did it for him.
 
Derek then started to touch his nipples. He retrieved saliva from his mouth,
still keeping contact with his dick and massaged his nipples. When he was
finished he took the same hand and slowly worked it inside of his hole. Pushing
in and out, at a slow pace, adding more saliva to his hand and pushing it back
in.
 
After a few minutes of that awesome feeling Stiles put his hand over Derek’s
head and shoved him in further. He wanted more of him. Derek did as he wanted.
After all it was Stiles night, he deserved it. He deserved everything in the
world that could ever be offered.
 
He moved away from his dick and started sucking on his hole using his hands to
spread apart more room to insert his tongue. And again he started slow than
amped up his speed. He started doing these tricks with his tongue. He made
circular motions with his tongue, did an up and down technique then poked it in
and out as fast as possible. By doing this, more saliva came out.
 
This was new to him though. He’d never been with guy before especially in any
sexual manner. But with him it didn’t feel any different. He felt like this was
who he was all along. He just needed someone to show him how to become what he
knew he was.
 
Stiles ran his hands in his hair and pushed his head further inside of him. But
Derek could’t breathe so he backed away.
 
He looked at him with a smile and asked sarcastically, “Are you trying to kill
me? Your about to make me suffocate”. Stiles laughed.
 
Derek continued, “Even though that wouldn’t be the worst way to die”. They both
laughed. Derek kissed his dick and made his way further up his body, closer to
his heart.
 
He sucked a mark onto the middle of his chest. Derek brought Stiles into his
lap as he sat against the bed post. Stiles got comfortable, laid his head
against his chest and paid attention to his heart beat.
 
Derek laid his hand on the back of Stiles head and kissed his forehead. They
laid there, in this position, for the rest of the night.
 
>>>>>
 
The Divorce(2 Years Later)- As soon as Derek and Stiles walked in papers were
handed harshly to them from Braeden.
 
She said, “Read the papers”. Derek and Stiles sat down and read together. As
they were reading they held hands. Braeden got irritated.
 
A divorce decree establishes the new relations between the parties, including their duties and obligations relating to property that they own, support responsibilities of either or both of them, and provisions for any children. When a marriage breaks up, divorce law provides legal solutions for issues that the Husband
                                      and
Wife are unable to resolve through mutual cooperation.Historically, the most important question in a divorce case was whether the court should grant a divorce. When a divorce was granted, the resolution of continuing obligations was simple:
 The wife was awarded custody of any children, and the husband was required to support the wife and children. 
Modern divorce laws have inverted the involvement of courts. The issue of whether a divorce should be granted is now generally decided by one or both of the spouses. Contemporary courts are more involved in determining the legal ramifications of the marriage breakup, such as spousal maintenance, Child
                              Support, and Child
Custody. Other legal issues relating to divorce include court jurisdiction, antenuptial and postnuptial agreements, and the right to obtain a divorce. State laws govern a wide range of divorce issues, but district, county, and family courts are given broad discretion in fixing legal obligations between the parties. 
 
Derek set the papers down on the table as the lawyer began, “Well that’s
everything you need to know. If your going through with this, you need to make
sure your not turning back”.
 
Derek nodded, “I’m still going through it. I want a divorce”. Stiles smiled at
Braeden.
 
She looked back at him, “You're really going to leave me for this…..faggot”.
Stiles was about to fire back when the lawyer stepped in.
 
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now I know your mad about this but it doesn’t give you the
right to say hurtful things. No wonder he left you. And what’s wrong with being
gay? I’m gay, happily married with 3 children. One boy and two girls”. She sunk
in her chair and didn’t say another word.
 
The lawyer turned to Derek and Stiles and winked at them. They both winked
back. He handed him the papers. Derek signed it. The lawyer passed it to
Braeden, she signed it. The lawyer verified the signatures and put it back in
his briefcase.
 
He looked at Stiles, “Are you both married?” Stiles smiled, “No”.
 
Derek turned to him and said with elevation in his voice, “Soon”. His heart
jumped in his chest as he curled further into Derek’s body. The lawyer smiled.
 
Braden hated seeing them together but they looked so happy. Why was she ever
made at them again?
 
“Your free to go”, the lawyer said. Both of them got up and headed out but they
were stopped by Braeden with her hand out. Derek looked at it with worry.
 
But with Stiles heart pounding with happiness and Braeden's face set with a
smile, he took her hand and pulled her into a hug. “Your going to find someone
special. I wasn’t the person for you but that doesn’t mean there’s no one left
for you”.
 
She pulled back and kissed him on the cheek and left. Derek and Stiles weren’t
far behind her until they turned into a completely new direction. She was gone
and never seen again.
 
Before Stiles threw away his diary, he read one last passage:
 
“It is late. I am looking for my other home, taking an unfamiliar path: a small
trail near the factories and the city, cutting through the forest. I can barely
see nature when suddenly, night falls. I am engulfed by a world of silence, yet
 I am not afraid. I fall asleep for a few minutes at the most, and when I wake
     up, the sun is there and the forest is shining with a bright light.  
   I recognize this forest. It is not an ordinary forest, it is a forest of
  memories. My memories. The white and noisy river, my adolescence. The tall
trees, the men I have loved. The birds in flight, and in the distance, my lost
                                   father.  
   My memories aren’t memories anymore. They are there, with me, dancing and
embracing, singing and smiling at me. I look at my hands. I caress my face, and
        I am 20 years old. And I love like I have never loved before”. 
 
He closed his diary and walked away. He moved on, in his new life with Derek,
as they were expecting their first baby boy. Soon to be named John.
 
 
[stiles and derek]
Chapter End Notes
     As I told you guys earlier Stiles recorded everything that happened
     in his life starting with when he became 13 and entered the Sex
     Industry. He was known as the youngest prostitute in his era. He
     doesn’t want to keep his diary because it had to many bad memories in
     his life. Everyone he met was written in that diary. He wanted to
     read the section on John again but his heart couldn’t take it. He
     threw it away and moved on. In his new life, with Derek as they are
     expecting their baby.
End Notes
     chapter 2 is on the way
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