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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin, Vernon_Boyd, Sheriff
      Stilinski, Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf), Erica_Reyes, Isaac_Lahey, Peter
      Hale, Jackson_Whittemore
  Additional Tags:
      Dark_Derek, VERY_Dark_Derek, Twisted_story, idek_where_this_came_from,
      I'm_lying_it_came_from_watching_The_Following, BAD_Derek, I_hope_you_guys
      caught_this_by_now, Hurt_Stiles, Stockholm_Syndrome, Kidnapping, Torture,
      Psychological_Trauma, It's_all_very_bad_and_dark_and_I'M_SO_SORRY, sterek
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-18 Words: 6027
****** His skin ******
by Dark_K
Summary
     Derek doesn’t like killing.
     But he sure as hell enjoys what killing has brought him so far.
Notes
     I've been watching The Following, and this came out. I'm so sorry.
See the end of the work for more notes
                                   His skin
Once it’s all over, when there’s nothing anyone can do to change what’s
happened, Scott will remember a time when Stiles had looked haunted and said
that Derek scared him.
At the time he didn’t pay attention to the tone, the way his friend was saying
that – they were all scared of Derek, they all thought he was a murderer,
someone who had killed a girl they later found to be his own sister.
Stiles had a reason to have been scared, though, a very particular reason, and
every time Scott remembers that sentence, every time he closes his eyes and
hears Stiles’s voice, soft, and afraid, and scared in a way Scott should have
noticed was different than all those other times, saying he scares me, he feels
a tug in his heart, something trying to break him to pieces.
He should have known.
He should have helped.
He should.
And yet he didn’t.
Now it’s all water under the bridge, a whole plethora of things none of them
can quite change, and things are what they are.
He tries to hide it, though. Every time Derek is around, when he flashes his
very red eyes at his pack, Scott bows his head and pretends he knows nothing.
He pretends it’s normal, and that their lives are actually good.
He obeys his Alpha pretending it’s out of respect and not because he’s so
afraid of what could happen in case he left.
Derek is, all in all, a fair Alpha. He’s not bad to them, doesn’t hurt them
unless there’s reason, and even protects them when needed.
Like with Peter and the fire.
It’s all make-believe though.
The only thing Scott wishes for is that when he looks to this time right now in
a few months, or maybe years, he doesn’t wish he had done it differently, like
he does with Stiles and his admittance that Derek scared him.
Now Derek scares them all.
                                       X
Stiles never quite saw what anyone could possibly see in him in any way, shape
or form. Sometimes he’s even afraid that Scott will get fed up with his crap
and leave him, so when he turns out to be a werewolf after all, he sticks up
for him. He researches and does his best by his best friend.
He doesn’t really think anyone would have anything to worry about him, though.
If that Derek guy should stalk someone it should be Scott and not him. He’s
nothing. He’s not a werewolf or anything interesting enough to be stared at,
followed or any other creepy behavior.
That’s why it takes him so long to actually believe in his own suspicion that
someone is following him. Watching him.
He thinks it’s just his mind playing tricks, because his best friend is now a
werewolf, and when he isn’t trying to kill people, people are trying to kill
him, and it’s all very stressful. It’s actually quite normal for him to imagine
the dark forms around his house, a flash of electric, bright blue eyes staring
at him when he wakes up in the middle of the night.
A trick of the light, a prank of his own mind, overactive and way too vivid.
He kind of doesn’t want to believe it’s actually happening, so he ignores it,
hoping it’ll go away.
And it’s not as if he actually has anything to go on, any indication that Derek
Hale is stalking him, because when they actually meet, the man acts as if he
despises Stiles very being, and wants nothing to do with him.
He threatens and scares. He frowns and glares and all in all tries to keep him
away.
Despite all of that, Derek scares him like nothing else. If he’s completely
honest with himself, Derek scares him more than the supposed Alpha. Way, way
more, because it’s a personal threat.
The Alpha wants him dead because he wants Scott as his pack.
Derek watches him, and Stiles doesn’t know what he wants.
He tries to peg it all as a figment of his imagination, he really does.
But it becomes a bit hard for even him to believe that when the eyes watching
him in the middle of the night turn red the same night Derek’s do.
                                       X
Derek doesn’t like killing.
It’s not something he enjoys, even when his feral mind is way more in control
than anything else in his body – his wolf takes no pleasure in the perspective
of tearing another living thing apart, of taking lives away. It’s nothing
thrilling or intoxicating as many fictional characters and real life monsters
would lead one to believe: Derek actually thinks it’s all a hassle.
He does kill, though, when he has to.
To defend his pack, the things he holds close to his heart – and no matter what
most of his pack thinks, he does have a heart.
It’s just very hard to get there.
Derek spent most of his life being a victim. Someone to whom things happen to,
and when he becomes an Alpha, things change. He tries, by God, he tries, but
it’s so hard to keep pretending not to want the things he wants, not to take
what he knows he can take. He tries working with that little ragtag pack,
children playing at a grown-up game, tries to make them see they can’t win, but
the McCall boy has external help, and the night Peter crawls out of the hell he
should be in is the night Derek realizes he can’t pretend to be what he is not
anymore.
He needs to step up and become an Alpha, and that means getting all of his
children under control.
(He pretends not to have a specific goal in mind, pretends he isn’t the one
he’s doing all of this for, pretends he doesn’t spend most of nights on a
window sill, at a desk chair, watching, just watching, all the things he can’t
have. Not yet. Not while they all think he’s weak.)
In the end, Peter is the one who makes him see he can have it, and Peter is the
one to make him get there.
Because Peter had died by his hand and turned him into an Alpha, and Peter had
made all the wrong choices, and made Derek kill him again, gaining his pack’s
trust.
Derek doesn’t like killing.
But he sure as hell enjoys what killing has brought him so far.
                                       X
The fire happens because the Alpha Pack is a persistent little thing, and they
see no other way.
Scott has agreed to work with Derek, and it’s only fair that Jackson helps,
after all the trouble he’s caused these past few months, and Lydia understands
all of that in a rational way, even if after all this time she has a hard time
dealing with the actual fire.
Peter is dead because of it, though, and it’s almost worth it.
Stiles is the one to come up with a plan, and that should have been warning
enough that something would go wrong, but she believed in him.
Stiles was the only one to be there for her, the least she could do is repay
him.
They go together, mid-afternoon, because late at night would have been
ineffective and cliché, and they don’t want that.
The Alpha pack is in a meeting and they don’t fear humans. Their location is in
a functional warehouse, because they are smarter than Derek, who hides in the
woods, open to all sorts of attacks and no witnesses.
Stiles surrounds the place with mountain ash, and Lydia douses it all with
gasoline. The humans saving the wolves, for once.
They light up their matches together, and together they set fire to the Alphas.
Of course there’s trouble, and a little bit of fighting and snarling, and she
may have gotten a black eye and a claw mark on her back because of it, and
Stiles may have broken his arm and gotten a cut on his cheek that won’t even
scar, to be fair, but the Alphas burn.
When the screaming stops, they get in to check they are actually dead, and
that’s when Peter, their only werewolf companion for that task, has the
magnificent idea of locking them in.
At the time, they thought he was only mad.
Now they know, he might have actually trying to protect them.
Or maybe just Stiles.
Sometimes death is a kinder fate than living.
                                       X
She’s the one to actually call Derek, even though she’ll never forgive him.
Stiles and Lydia are her friends, though, and she would have never been able to
forgive herself if she hadn’t tried to save them. She’s been watching them the
whole time, sickened and fascinated at the way they work together, killing the
Alphas for their wolves.
Lydia for Jackson, Stiles for Scott.
She’s not needed in there right now.
She sees Derek’s dark red eyes come in the distance, the night falling over
Beacon Hills as the flames grow instead of dying as they should, and she hears
Lydia screaming, and Stiles screaming, until she doesn’t hear them anymore, and
she almost despairs.
But Derek comes out with Stiles in his arms, and Jackson is carrying Lydia.
When she knows they’re safe, she leaves.
She’s decided to leave.
She and her father pack up their things and don’t even say goodbye to anyone.
If she ever sees a werewolf or a fire again in her lifetime, it’ll be too soon.
                                       X
Jackson is the one to get to Peter first.
He dies in less than ten seconds. Lydia isn’t even awake to tell him goodbye.
Derek watches, unimpressed, as his uncle tries to make some sort of villainish
speech. Something about knowing their weaknesses, strengthening their humans by
suffering, vain words, poor excuses that he knows won’t get him anything. If
the hunters hadn’t been watching, if Allison Argent hadn’t chosen to redeem
herself by calling her enemy, the killer of her mother, they’d be dead, and no
one would be the wiser that Peter was their killer.
This time, when Derek kills him, he tears his uncle to pieces.
Buries his pieces in six different locations, and his head is actually burned
down to ashes, and scattered in the woods.
Ashes to ashes, and this time he’ll remain there.
As a Beta, Derek had always known one should respect their elders, honor them
in death even if you were the one to take them down.
As an Alpha he does what he has to do to guarantee his pack will be safe, and
there shall be no honor for Peter any longer.
When the humans wake up, after being treated by Mrs. McCall, Scott is a willing
part of his pack.
Lydia leaves, of course, no more ties to them, not blaming Derek for her love’s
death, but not quite able to live with it.
Erica, Boyd and Isaac bow their heads to him, submit as they well should, and
now he’s not embarrassed to make them.
He finally stops playing at being an Alpha, and becomes one.
Derek thinks that some time in the near future he’ll be able to have everything
he wants.
His plans change, though, when Scott tells him Stiles is leaving the pack too,
just like Lydia.
Well that – that he can’t let happen.
                                       X
It’s not easy, but he can’t take it anymore. There’s no way he can take this
any longer, because now he knows. He knows he’s not crazy, he knows Derek keeps
watching him and then pretending he hasn’t done anything, and when they burn
the Alpha Pack, and Peter almost burns them too, he knows he has taken enough,
done enough.
He’s repaid Scott for being to blame for his change by risking his life for him
at least once a week this past year, and he’s done.
He lets Scott know he’ll be leaving the pack, but he’ll never leave him.
For all that Derek seems to be always somehow around him, near him, watching
him, he actually believes he can leave. Maybe if he stays away from the pack,
this whole thing will go away. Maybe if he’s not around Derek anymore, the man
will see that Stiles isn’t a threat, isn’t something he’ll have to deal with –
because that’s what Stiles now believes Derek is doing: watching for a threat.
The human who can betray them, and he won’t.
He would never betray Scott like that.
A week goes by after he talks to Scott and nothing changes. They still hang out
at school, they still talk a lot, and after the Argents magically disappear,
Scott is around a lot more, moping and being generally depressed, but Stiles
helps him, like the great friend he’s always tried to be.
A month goes by and things seem to be settling down, finally. No hunters. No
Kanimas. No Alphas, except the local one.
A semester goes by, and Christmas comes. A small feast with his dad and the
McCalls, good memories Stiles has always treasured, the bittersweet feeling
that cooking his mother’s recipe brings, knowing she’ll live on with them, but
will never again live with them.
He finally settles down.
That’s when the call comes, the day after Christmas, when Scott is at his
dad’s, and his own dad is at the station.
He gets into his Jeep and goes, because he is nothing more than a friend of a
werewolf. He’s nothing much.
There’s no reason why he’d be in danger, because he’s not enough to warrant
danger.
He’s never been so wrong before.
                                       X
Derek knows he’s always been a little bit obsessive.
When he was interested in something, that thing became vital to him. All sorts
of things caught his attention through his life, and once he had them, he
didn’t get tired of them soon, he liked to keep the things he was obsessed
about.
Books. Movies. Art. TV shows, shirts, jackets. Always something.
The very first time someone caught his attention like that, his whole family
had been burned alive, because he had let her be in control. He was so
interested in knowing her, in having her, he hadn’t even noticed he was being
had instead.
The second time it happens, he’s decided not to make the same mistake.
Not to be deceived, but also, not to lose it.
He wants to have it forever, like he has that old copy of Lolita, his leather
jacket, a collection of Sinatra’s in vinyl, all the series by Joss Whedon, not
matter how bad, or old or heartbreaking.
He wants to have it. To keep it.
And this time they’re not running away.
He won’t let him.
When he and Laura run away from the hunters, they barely have time to finish
High School. He doesn’t want to, she makes him, because she was her Alpha, and
Alphas can make their Betas do things. They have that power, and so he had done
it.
He finished his education, and then he got into photography. There were many
things he wanted that he liked to just stare at, and so he took pictures. Of
their home in New York. The charred remains of their house. The things he
collected, the things he lost in the fire and found copies of.
Of him.
When he found out that the Kanima was actually being told who to kill by
pictures, he had gotten pissed off, because that was something of his. That
Matt boy had no right to use it.
The only good thing Gerard had done his whole life was killing that boy.
As he watches all of the pictures being developed, he actually starts to
understand his new obsession, this one that seems to be bigger and more burning
than all the others put together – he is never still. Never quite unmoving,
always changing, constantly. Getting him on film is something fascinating, some
pictures being blurred around his edges because he never stops.
The only time he stops is when he’s asleep.
He has pictures of that too, because the boy is a heavy sleeper.
Derek doesn’t really feel guilty for watching him, and then ignoring him.
The truth is Stiles has been his ever since he saw him for the very first time.
He has him.
And as soon as this day is over, he’ll be Derek’s forever.
The thing about his obsessing is that he’s used to having it. If he wants it,
he gets to keep it.
He refuses to let this, let him, be any different.
                                       X
Contrary to what Stiles believes, Derek doesn’t actually live in train cars or
abandoned warehouses. He has an apartment.
A quite comfy condo a little ways away from downtown, but in a well-respected
neighborhood. Stiles knows, through Scott, that he’s been remodeling the old
Hale house, that he bought it back, and is trying to restore it to its former
glory, and he actually thinks is kind of good for him to do it, maybe Derek
needs some closure, and the house being up again will help him.
Knowing the apartment the man lives is in a well lived area, with neighbors at
shouting distance, allows Stiles to feel safe.
He goes because Derek told him on the phone he wanted to clear a few things up
with him, because he left without saying goodbye and that after saving each
other’s lives so many times, the least they could do was parting ways somewhat
respectfully.
And so he goes.
He gets there with the sun still up.
Derek has a soda for him. They sit, they talk, Derek smiles a lot – an open
one, almost shy sometimes, almost charming if Stiles didn’t know what the man
is capable of. They agree that Stiles would be safer with the pack, but Derek
understands that he needs some space right now. Maybe when he’s older, wiser,
back from college (because he isgoing away for college) they’ll talk this over
again.
Derek offers him the bite, and he refuses, amicably.
They smile at each other when Stiles is getting up to leave – Stiles awkwardly,
Derek knowingly – and for the boy, this is the last they’ll ever see of the
other if he can help it.
They don’t talk about Derek watching him, or of Stiles letting him.
They shake hands, and Stiles leaves.
He’s half way home when a dark, black SUV crashes into the side of his Jeep,
making him get off the road, and hit his head on the steering wheel.
He doesn’t even see who takes him away.
                                       X
He never sees their faces. They never talk. It’s always dark.
It hurts. It hurts so damn much, all of the damn time.
                                       X
Insurance has made Derek’s and Laura’s lives easier, and learning to invest
made them not have to worry about money.
For Derek, paying someone to take Stiles away is a good investment, just like
Laura taught him to do.
It’ll be worth it in the end.
                                       X
The Sheriff is at his wits end by the end of the first week. Whoever took
Stiles doesn’t ask for a ransom, doesn’t tell them what to do, doesn’t demand
anything.
He’s somewhat convinced it’s revenge for some old case that got away from
prison, Lord knows there are a lot of those to go around.
By the end of the second week, Melissa is practically living in his house,
because Scott is practically living in Stiles’s bedroom.
They can’t find a trail of the kidnappers. Humans nor werewolves.
Derek demands they try and find Stiles, and they can’t.
He tells the Sheriff everything about werewolves, explains that maybe, just
maybe, some werewolf or a rival pack has heard of Stiles leaving them, of being
out of their protection, and decided to use that against them.
The Alpha vows to the Sheriff to bring his son back, and they look.
They look until their noses are metaphorically bleeding.
Boyd, one day, comes to the now finished Hale House, and asks to talk to Derek
privately. They talk, and Boyd doesn’t say a word to the rest of them when they
come back.
It’s weird.
They won’t know the reason until they actually get Stiles back.
                                       X
He has no idea when it’s day or night, because they come at odd intervals. He’s
tried counting, once, but then he hit his head and lost his count, and never
got it back again.
He doesn’t want to eat, at first, but they make him. It’s either eat or being
tasered, so he eats.
They hurt him.
It’s weird, because it’s never anything that’ll leave a permanent mark, but
he’s in constant pain. He has food, but so little water, and they… they touch
him. Gloved hands, and eyes covered by dark, thick black glasses, and all the
black clothes, and it’s always so freaking dark, and he’s so afraid.
They show him pictures.
His dad crying in his bedroom.
Scott with red-rimmed eyes.
Melissa cooking in his kitchen.
Derek, looking devastated in his apartment.
Erica in the woods.
Boyd sleeping.
Isaac leaving Scott’s house.
Lydia alone at school.
They have all of this friends being watched, and he tries asking what they’ll
do, what the hell do they want, please just tell him, and he’ll try to give it
to them.
They never answer.
But they always hurt him.
                                       X
Lydia offers to help, and Derek thanks her, but has to decline.
Stiles was a human with no protection of any pack, that’s probably why he was
taken. They can’t risk it.
She rethinks her whole position as a non-member of the pack, and comes back.
They can’t find their friend, but at least they are together.
                                       X
He has no idea how long he’s been there, but he knows that he can’t quite
imagine what light is anymore, and that can only mean it’s been too long.
The last time his captor comes, and he has no idea how many they are, of even
if there’s more than one, he promises it’ll be the last time, and Stiles is so
scared, because he thinks he’s going to die.
He – because at least this he knows, it’s a he – comes hours later, and Stiles
is almost passed out from thirst, and hunger. It’s been long since he’s eaten
anything, longer than ever before, and maybe they just don’t want to bother
feeding him since he’ll be dead.
He grabs Stiles’s head and makes him bare his neck, and Stiles thinks it’s very
ironic how he’ll die submitting to someone who isn’t a werewolf, and then he—
He does something that Stiles doesn’t want to think about, just like Stiles
won’t think about all of the other things the man has done to him. His body,
and his mouth, and his hands. He won’t think about the fact that his clothes
are in tatters, and his mouth is bruised, and how he has bruises in places
there should never, ever be a bruise.
He finishes, throws Stiles back down on the floor, and leaves.
Maybe he’ll be left here to die, he thinks, eyeing the small room – cell, cage,
confinement space – and tries not to close his eyes, because despite his last…
however long he’s been here, he doesn’t want to die.
He just doesn’t want to die.
                                       X
Derek disappears one night, and the pack is on high alert, all of them waiting
in the Hale house.
They’d know if their Alpha was in any danger, and they don’t feel any of that,
so they think he’s probably out, looking for Stiles’s scent again.
It’s almost that.
Not quite, but almost.
                                       X
So he hires someone to play him one time – just one scene, on the last day.
Just this once.
It’s not like he’ll ever have to pay, anyway, seeing as the thug won’t last the
night. He gives him half the payment upfront, and doesn’t worry about the rest
– he won’t be alive to ask for it, anyway.
                                       x
Next time he wakes up, there’s shouting. He tries to sit up, and can’t. He’s
too weak, too hurt, and he tries to scream, but his throat is sore, and he
hurts.
Just a little bit longer, he thinks, when he hears a growl.
The door bursts open, and he sees Derek.
Derek, who is kicking the living shit out of the masked man, and Stiles swears
he’s so relieved, and that’s why he’s crying so much when the masked man
becomes the masked corpse.
He could have sworn his captor was taller and slimmer, but Derek has him.
Derek has him.
He has him.
Derek pulls Stiles into his arms as if he’s a ragdoll, and gets up with him,
and he looks so relieved by the very little Stiles can see with the weak light
coming through the door.
He cries.
Relief flooding his chest, and making him feel a strange sort of light, because
Derek is here, and Derek is saving him.
“I couldn’t” he mumbles a bit, as Derek carries him to a car – a bigger car
than his Camaro – and sets him carefully on the passenger seat, as if he’s
something precious and fragile, “I couldn’t” he says again when Derek gets in,
and the man turns to him, gathering his face in his big hands, coming closer
until they are almost touching.
“I have you. You’re safe with me. They’ll never take you away. I have you.”
His voice is rough and tired, and so relieved, and Stiles can only nod a bit,
falling back on the seat, and closing his eyes.
Derek has him.
He’s not afraid he’ll die anymore, because Derek has him.
                                       X
He’s bruised, and weak, and his mind is in a state Derek doesn’t want to think
about, but everything will be fine soon enough.
Stiles is with him now.
And Derek will never let him go.
                                       X
When he wakes up again, he’s still dirty, and, strangely enough, he’s moving.
Derek has him in his arms again, and Stiles wants to ask something, but the
Alpha shushes him, gently.
“Just a few more minutes, okay?”
Stiles doesn’t say okay, but he watches everything around him, and they are in
the middle of the woods.
Derek opens the door to a small cabin, and Stiles is coming in and out of a
dream, or a nightmare, or hallucination, because every time he opens his eyes,
something different is happening. Derek opens the door. Derek takes off his own
shirt. Derek rips off the rest of Stiles’s clothes. Derek puts him in a tub
with warm water, and washes him carefully, and Stiles sighs, crying, he doesn’t
even know why.
“They touched you” Derek whispers, and Stiles nods, not wanting to voice it,
because saying it out lout will make it somehow even more real than the bruises
on his skin have done, “They died for it” Derek whispers again, and his eyes
are red, and Stiles wants to hug Derek to him, and ask him please, please,
never, ever again let him go.
Derek has to empty the tub and fill it up again about three times until Stiles
is actually clean. The man helps him up, wraps him in a blanket and helps him
to a bed, giving him a weak broth to drink from a mug, and Stiles is crying
again.
Or maybe he never stopped.
“My dad…” he says, and Derek smiles at him, putting a rough hand on his face, a
strange caress, that Stiles melts into.
It’s the first soft touch he’s had in he doesn’t even know how long.
“He’s fine. He couldn’t save you, but I found you, and you’ll see him again,
okay?”
Stiles wants to nod, but he doesn’t quite have the strength, so he blinks
slowly, drinking his broth, and then the water Derek gets for him from the
bedside table.
The Alpha gets up at some point, and Stiles closes his eyes, his breathing
becoming somewhat troubled, because Derek’snothere, but then the Alpha comes
back, sits beside him in bed, and pulls him close, almost to his lap.
“I’m here” he says, “I won’t leave you.”
Stiles falls asleep like that.
                                       X
He’s so afraid of being away from Derek he panics when Derek goes into the
other room to get more water.
It warms him up inside, because he hasn’t asked to go home, to see the others,
to leave.
He only asked for Derek.
                                       X
He wakes up to a soft touch on his cheek. His blanket fell away somewhat, and
his shoulders are bare, and Derek is watching him.
Watching him like he used to.
“You do this a lot” he comments, and red eyes flash at him, but the touch on
his face doesn’t lose its gentleness.
“Because I care about you. I treasure you” Derek says softly, almost a
confession, as if all of that is a sin, and he’s afraid of getting caught, “You
shouldn’t have left me, Stiles. They’d never have taken you away if you were
mine.”
“I’m sorry” he whispers, tears running down his face again, because he didn’t
want to be taken away. He hadn’t asked for it, he hadn’t! “I never want to
leave again” he says, and Derek seems pleased by that.
The Alpha gets closer and closer, soft and gentle even as his mouth touches
Stiles’s, his tongue almost asking for permission, teasing his lips, before
taking away his control, kissing him dominantly and almost angry.
“If you were mine, nobody would ever hurt you again” Derek whispers, when he
breaks off the kiss, and Stiles is trembling, because it’s Derek, but he
remembers those hands on him, and everything else that happened, and he didn’t
want that.
He doesn’t even know if he wants this.
“Do you want them to take you away again?” Derek whispers against his neck,
lips caressing his bruises there, and Stiles shakes his head.
He doesn’t.
He really, really doesn’t.
“Let me make you mine. No one will ever take you away from me. From your dad
again. I swear, Stiles, no one will ever hurt you again.”
And he nods.
Because he’s exhausted. He hasn’t slept in days, he hasn’t eaten in what feels
to him like a week, and he’s weak, and tired, and so afraid, and Derek is here.
Derek saved him, Derek can protect him.
He gives himself over, because it’s all he can do.
                                       X
He gives Derek his consent, and who is he to deny Stiles anything?
Stiles’s mouth is dry, and his skin is too warm for a human’s, and his
movements are slow, but Derek wants this so badly, and he’s so close, he can’t
wait anymore.
He kisses Stiles slowly, at first, but it’s a thirst, a hunger, a desperate
need now that he knows he can have the thing he has wanted most in his whole
life he can’t quite make himself wait.
It’s different this time. He doesn’t have to force Stiles’s mouth open, or hurt
him because the boy has tried to bite him. He doesn’t have to make him submit,
because he does so willingly.
He gives himself to Derek, and Derek takes it, because he wants this more than
he wants to breathe.
He takes his time. Prepares Stiles carefully, even knowing there’s no way it
won’t hurt. He takes him slowly, drawing it out, waiting for Stiles to get
almost hard before actually sinking into him, jerking him off even if his… his
Stiles isn’t quite ready for it.
He marks him.
Bites him on the neck with the intent to mark a mate, not to turn, but to show
everyone that Stiles is his.
He comes inside his very own Stiles, hugs him close when he pulls out, kisses
him until the tears stop coming, covers him with his own body, and them pulls
the blanket over their naked bodies.
Promises him he’ll never let go, and Stiles squeezes his hand as hard as his
weakened state allows him.
He has him.
He has him.
                                       X
They leave the cabin two days later. Stiles is hydrated, and almost back to
eating normal food. He’s covered in little marks, but he doesn’t shiver in fear
when he touches them, because while he doesn’t love Derek, Derek has him, and
that means he’s safe.
Derek said so.
As long as Derek is around, he’ll never be in danger again.
                                       X
The Sheriff tries to take his son home.
He’s never been so grateful to anyone as he is to Derek Hale for bringing
Stiles back, and he doesn’t even want to try and investigate the dead man they
left behind.
Derek killed him, and the Sheriff can’t say he cares, because Stiles is even
paler, and even more fragile, and his sarcasm seems to have left him, so his
only defense is gone.
His only defense now is Derek, apparently.
He makes twelve minutes at their home before he asks for Derek, and starts
trembling when the man isn’t there yet. He has a full blown panic attack until
Derek is by his side, holding him close, and the Sheriff knows it’s not
healthy, it’s not even very safe, but he can’t deny what Stiles asks, and he
allows Stiles to stay with Derek until he’s better at handling the world on his
own.
                                       X
If it depends on Derek, Stiles will never have to handle the world in his own,
ever again.
Every night he promises him that as long as Derek is there he’ll be safe.
As long as Derek is there he’ll be fine.
As long as Derek is there.
And Derek will always be there to remind him of it.
                                       X
The pack is allowed to see Stiles a week after he’s back, because he’d be
overwhelmed otherwise. He’s talking again by then, more than a few words at a
time, and with Derek’s hand around his, he tells them about the masked man.
The pack listens, and looks at Boyd, and Derek’s eyes flash red.
Now they understand.
Because if half of what Stiles has told them is true, and they know it is,
Stiles should still smell like the man who did all those awful things to him
before Derek saved him.
But the only smell on Stiles's skin is Derek’s.
                                       X
Not long after the Sheriff finally admits that Stiles is officially living with
Derek, Stiles goes into the basement, because his curiosity takes the better of
him, and Derek has been encouraging him to do the things he used to do.
He sees the pictures.
Hundreds, maybe thousands of pictures.
All of him.
Throughout the two years they’ve known each other, Stiles with his shaved head,
and the grown hair. At school, playing Lacrosse, and sleeping in his bedroom.
Hurt, and bleeding and broken and passed out in a darkened room.
He gets out of there with a tightness in his heart, and he can’t breathe quite
right.
Boyd is at the house, and they look at each other, and Boyd looks pained, and
Stiles finally connects the dots, and realizes they know.
All of them know.
And they also know Derek will do much worse in case he tries to leave.
When Derek comes home that night, Stiles goes to him first. He doesn’t wait
until Derek is kissing him to kiss him back, he doesn’t wait until Derek is
undressed to take off his clothes, he does it first.
He offers himself up, and Derek smiles.
Derek knows he knows, and smiles.
He smiles because they all know Derek has him. He’s under his skin, all over
him, inside his very soul.
And as long as Derek believes that, they are all safe.
And none of them wants to find out what would happen if he left.
Because, in the end, Derek has him.
It’s as simple as that.
End Notes
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