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      Published: 2017-09-29 Updated: 2018-01-19 Chapters: 7/? Words: 21135
****** Sub Zero ******
by Adders
Summary
     Everyone takes a test when they turn twelve to find where they lie on
     the sub-Dom scale. If a sub is an orphan or in the Care System they
     are assigned to a household with a Dom who scored high on their test.
     Derek has been appointed a sub, so the Hale Pack is getting ready to
     accept a new addition. Turns out they won't have to, the sub just so
     happens to be their own dear Stiles.
Notes
     I think we can all agree... Stiles is the Sass Queen
***** Letters *****
Before you read, this is what you need to know to understand what's happening.
All people take a test when they turn twelve to find where they lie on the sub-
Dom scale. A ten is the most dominant and a one is the most submissive. Only
subs in the Care System are ever assigned to a Dom who must have scored a nine
or higher on their test. People do not know about werewolves; the fire still
happened, Allison is still alive as is Laura but Derek is still the Alpha. The
Pack consists of Derek, Laura, Cora, Peter, Lydia, Jackson, Danny, Ethan,
Aiden, Erica, Boyd, Allison, Scott, Isaac, Kira, and Stiles. The mated pairs
are Lydia and Jackson, Danny and Ethan, Isaac and Cora, Erica and Boyd, and
Allison and Scott. Sheriff Stilinski and Claudia both died when Stiles was
young, and he lives with Scott and Melissa but is still registered in the
System. Stiles is sixteen which is the legal age, but subs are usually assigned
at seventeen unless they tend to cause trouble. They stay with the Dom for two
months in the hopes that it will change their behaviour. After the two months
are over the sub can decide whether or not they want to stay with the Dom.
Stiles is a Delta sub and has never told anyone because of the things he
experienced being in the System. Deltas are discriminated against and seen by
many as sexual objects only good for bearing Dom children. Stiles is a high
school senior despite being sixteen because he was moved up a grade. He's also
Pack-Mom. Okay, that's all you need to know, enjoy. -Addy
______________________________________
It had been quite a surprise when Derek received a letter in the mail informing
him that he had been assigned a sub. He didn't know how to feel about it. His
true mate was Stiles, he'd known it from the moment he met him a year ago. Of
course, he didn't say anything. The teen was so young, and Derek's record of
romantic partners wasn't great. They either died or were psychos.
When the existing Pack had met Stiles, their original impression had been he
was annoying and stupid. While the first part was true, Stiles was anything but
stupid. He was an absolute genius. He'd even been moved up a grade in school.
He had never gotten anything less than a perfect score, and the Pack didn't
need a calculator at all, the kid could do advanced calculus in his head. He
was the most caring and kind person Derek had ever met. He would drop whatever
he was doing if someone needed something. He really was like a mother when he
wasn't acting like a fool.
The only issue was, he had no concern for his personal safety which is what had
made them think he was an idiot. No rational person would do anything like the
stuff he did. He didn't care what happened to himself as long as it helped
other people. He was the pillar of martyrdom.
It was this that caused Derek to worry so much. No matter how much he had
wanted to just tell Stiles the truth, he was scared something would happen to
the boy. The rest of the Pack accepted him easily, but Derek had tried his
hardest to make Stiles leave. It pained him to be so cruel, some of the things
he said haunted him at night. He would remember the hurt expression on the
teen's face and wouldn't be able to sleep from the amount of guilt he felt.
Laura always said Derek was the most stubborn person ever, but that changed
once Stiles came around. He was pretty lenient with most things. If a friend
asked him to do something, he would do it. Unlike any other sub he had ever
encountered, if someone ordered Stiles to do something he didn't want to, then
he wouldn't do it.
He'd never seen a sub resist a Dom's Voice. Only the strongest Doms had it,
Derek being one of them. He had sworn never to use it against someone, but
there were others who would take advantage of owned subs because they couldn't
refuse an order given with the Voice.
Stiles proved it wrong though. The Hale Pack was having at a gathering that
happens once a year where multiple packs come together. There was an Alpha
named Jason who was well known by the others for using his Voice for the wrong
purposes. It would work on lesser Alphas and Betas too but not to the extent of
subs. He immediately approached Stiles, having heard stories of the rebellious
sub. He wanted to make Stiles submit to him.
Stiles was standing by a table at the time talking to a female Beta when Jason
cut into their conversation. The Beta was from his pack, and with a single
look, she backed away. Derek and the others were discussing with Ben, an Alpha
from a Michigan pack. Derek was only partially paying attention to what Ben was
saying. He was too busy watching Stiles, anger growing silently. He wanted
Stiles to submit to him and only him.
Jason said something, Derek was unable to make out the words, but he knew Jason
had used the Voice. Around the two, others had stopped to watch. They were
expecting Stiles to do what Jason had said but instead, Stiles cocked his head
and pursed his lips.
The look of shock on everyone who had heard it was fantastic. Derek was sure
his own face had the same look. Ben stopped talking; everything went silent as
all attention in the large room turned towards Stiles and Jason who raised his
Voice enough for them to hear it.
"I said, 'sit down boy'" he growled through gritted teeth, pointing to a chair
nearby. Stiles gave a look but turned and walked to sit down in the seat. The
room began to return to their lost conversations, but instead, a collective
gasp filled the air.
Stiles had been told to sit down in the chair. Instead... he got up and stood
on it.
He leaned forward, hands on his knees. He stared directly into Jason's eyes, a
big no-no when dealing with Doms, and said, slowly, "I have one Alpha, and you
are not him, Dickhead. Don't try to tell me what to do." He leaned back,
crossing his arms and having his hip to the side. Typical Sassy Stiles.
Jason was fuming. He'd been embarrassed in front of not just his own pack but
nearly twenty other packs. He launched at the teen before anyone could stop him
but Stiles had been anticipating it. Using his slight frame, he was able to
dodge out of the way, landing a well-placed kick on the way. With a knee to the
chest and another kick across the face, Jason went down, gasping for breath,
completely winded.
"Lesson here is; don't be an asshole," he said as he tugged on his shirt to
straighten it before turning to the others who were frozen in shock and gave
them a polite smile like nothing just happened and walked back to Derek and the
rest of the Pack.
Derek had never been prouder of anyone in his entire life and he fantasized
that maybe, someday when Stiles was older, he would willingly submit to him.
Stiles was by far the most interesting and intriguing of the Pack. He had
somehow made it seem like he was an open book when if you really thought about
it, no one knew anything about him. He knew everything about all of them
though. The kid was like Sherlock Holmes he was so observant. He'd figured out
all of them before they even said anything.
One time, when Scott had been delirious due to venom from a creature, he
started telling Derek some things about Stiles. He said that he thought Stiles
was being over-medicated. They were just giving him all of these anti-
depressants and anti-anxieties instead of actually trying to help him.
Derek was going to ask him further, but Stiles had walked in to take care of
him. It left Derek with all these unanswered questions in his head. Stiles
always seemed so happy. His laugh was contagious and he could cheer anyone up
with a few bad puns and some sarcasm mixed in.
He was the one they all went to when they needed to talk to someone. Derek
still couldn't understand how Stiles had managed to get even him to open up.
Derek told him everything. Kate had been an amazing girlfriend which is what
made the betrayal even worse. He'd blamed himself for so long. What happened
was his fault.
But then, Stiles pointed out something. Kate had set fire to the weakest part
of the house. It was past a security gate that had a key code that contained
the outside generator. Derek had never shown her that area nor had he given her
the password. That meant she had already known it was there.
Stiles was a pro at manipulation. He was able to convince Chris to let him into
Kate's old room. Of course, being as observant as he was, it didn't take long
for him to find the hidden drawer that contained her journal. Inside was
detailed how she would go about the fire and where to set it. The dates on it
were well before the relationship with Derek had begun. She already knew the
layout of the house. She would have done it regardless of Derek.
It felt like a physical weight had been lifted off of his chest. He still felt
the loss of his family, but now he knew that it wasn't his fault and the guilt
he'd kept inside for so long melted away. He felt free for the first time in a
long time.
Derek had expected Stiles to open up to him in return. He'd waited and waited,
and it never happened. He... did not expect the reaction he received when he
tried to get Stiles to talk. He got defensive, turning against Derek the moment
he asked a personal question. It was a bit of a shock.
Derek had seen Stiles upset before, but he'd never truly lost his cool until
then. Derek thought he was a private person but Stiles was on a whole 'nother
level.
He'd asked him why he was living with Scott. Stiles replied that he was in the
System and had met Scott at school. A little while after Melissa met him, she
filed for foster care.
Derek had seen from the first word he spoke, Stiles was uncomfortable. He knew
he really shouldn't have pressed for more answers but he honestly didn't
anticipate Stiles' reaction.
He asked why Stiles was in the System and the immediate change that happened in
the boy's demeanour left him taken aback. Stiles' whole body tensed, his fists
clenched at his sides and his eyes. God, his eyes. They darkened and Derek felt
like they were burning straight through him.
"That's none of your business," Stiles said, voice taking on a dangerous tone.
Unfortunately, the natural Alpha Dominant side of Derek comes out when faced
with a challenge or hostility.
"I told you everything. You have to tell me something now," he said, flashing
his eyes red. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.
"I DON'T HAVE TO DO SHIT!" he screamed, getting up in Derek's face. Derek
instinctually growled and he stepped closer as well, leaning in crowding the
teen. That just set Stiles off even more. "If I say it's none of your business,
you back off and leave it," he spat, seething.
When the teen turned away, Derek grabbed his arm. Stiles whipped around and
slapped him across the face, hard. Had it been a normal person, it may have
even knocked them out but it certainly shocked the werewolf into letting go of
the boy's wrist.
Stiles walked away, head bent low and trying to hide tears. That night, Derek
went to his window to try to apologise only to be met with a line of mountain
ash that burned his hand.
Stiles stopped talking to him when the Pack was all together and refused to be
in a room with Derek alone. Eventually, the tension between the two began
affecting the others. Stiles finally gave in and agreed to at least try and
speak with Derek after Isaac begged him. Stiles never got angry with Isaac,
never even raised his voice at the older boy.
Derek and Stiles were left in privacy and for the first minute, it was
completely silent other than Stiles' rapidly beating heart and the sound of him
tugging on the sleeve of his sweater.
Derek blurted out his apology. "I'm sorry. You didn't want to talk about it and
I kept pushing and I'm sorry." He looked at Stiles, hoping the teen would see
the sincerity in it and see the guilt he felt for upsetting him like that.
Stiles huffed a breath, glancing down at the ground before looking up at Derek
and walking towards him. Confused was an understatement for what Derek felt
when Stiles embraced him in a hug, resting his head against Derek's chest.
"Sorry, for bitch-slapping you like that," he chuckled. Derek hadn't realised
he'd been holding his breath until he let out a relieved sigh and inhaled
Stiles' scent. Strawberries and vanilla, cinnamon if he was angry. No matter
what, he always smelled like the most delicious thing in the world.
He tried to come up with something to say, something to affirm that this issue
was over. All he could think of was what Stiles and Scott said to each other
whenever they got in a fight.
"We cool?" he asked. He heard Stiles snort quietly, "yeah, we're cool. I think
our audience may want to come back in though," he said, walking sideways to
press against the wall and sliding towards the door. Derek was utterly confused
by this until Stiles ripped open the door and a wave of bodies came crashing
down. Of course, the Pack had been listening in.
There was some groaning by the ones who were lying on the floor and sheepish
grins from the others. Derek would have been angry at the eavesdropping had
Stiles not suddenly been pushed back into his arms by a very happy Laura. To be
honest, Derek really didn't want to let go. He wanted Stiles with him always.
That had happened a couple months ago, since then, whenever they were talking
to each other, if one of them, either one, was getting uncomfortable, they
would tell the other. Whichever of them was making them feel that way, they
would back off. That never actually happened with Derek though. He never
withheld anything from the teen. Stiles knew him better than anyone else.
Stiles had opened up a little as well. Just barely. But, it was still
something. He said his mother died of an illness when he was young and less
than a year later, his father, a sheriff in their little New York town, was
killed while off-duty. Derek knew not to ask more into that and instead
embraced him, seeing the tears he was trying to hold back.
Because of this newfound closeness with Stiles and the possibility that it may
become something more, Derek debated whether or not to go to court and try and
have the sub assigned to someone else. Stiles had said it was fine but, he was
absolutely lying and didn't even try to hide it. The last thing Derek wanted,
was to ruin this growing relationship they had.
He was waiting for the second letter to arrive that would contain the
information and background of the sub. He had to have their name in order to
file for re-placement.
Soon enough, he saw the envelope on his table but avoided it all day. He felt
guilty. Assigned subs were troubled teens who needed a Dom to care for them and
help them learn proper behaviour and he was denying one of them that
opportunity. He got a text from Stiles late at night.
Red: Hey Dee?
You: yeah?
Red: You wouldn't have happened to have read your sub letter yet would you?
You: no why?
Red: You miiiiight want to do that right now.
Derek got himself a drink before opening the letter. He took a sip as he began
to read it and nearly spit everywhere when he saw the name.
Mieczylsaw "Stiles" Stilinski
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Trigger warnings for child abuse, sexual assault, suicide, self-harm,
     and drug use. This is the chapter that explains Stiles' background
     growing up as a Delta. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU MIGHT GET TRIGGERED.
     If anyone needs to talk, my Kik is KeenaWolf. Just say "pizza" and
     I'll answer as soon as possible.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Needless to say... Derek had absolutely no idea what to do. He thought it had
to be a mistake, there was no way he would be assigned someone who he already
knew. The Dom and sub were supposed to be strangers so the sub would learn how
to behave when faced with someone they've never met before.
You: is this for real?
Red: Yeppo. I got my letter detailing who my new Dom would be. Imagine my
surprise when I read your name. Your middle name starts with an 'S' what does
it stand for?
Red: Samuel?
Red: Stanley?
Red: Sabrina?
You: can we focus on this rn?
Red: Sure.
Red: I still wanna know what the 'S' stands for.
You: first try was right
Red: Aw nice!
You: you got some name as well
Red: Not my idea, obviously. See why "Stiles" is so much easier?
Red: Mom was Polish.
Red: Decided it was a great idea to give her kid literally the most difficult
name ever.
Red: Try spelling it to an old person on the phone when calling to see how much
money is in your bank account.
Red: Takes half an hour to find out, I have $0.36
Red: I need another job.
Red: Like I have two already but the majority of the money goes to helping
Scott and Melissa.
Red: Maybe I should be a stripper.
Red: What name would I use?
Red: Jasmine?
Red: Nah, that's too overused.
Red: So is Diamond.
You: stiles
Red: No, I'm not gonna use my name.
You: stiles
Red: Maybe Amani?
Red: I've always liked that name.
You: STILES
Red: What?
You: youre avoiding the issue we have rn
Red: How am I supposed to react???
Red: It's not like I requested you to be my assigned Dom.
You: so you dont want this?
Red: No, it's not that. I just didn't expect it and I don't know how I'm
supposed to respond.
You: well we'll be going down to town hall on thursday like we're supposed to
meet for the first time and we'll talk about it then okay?
Red: Yeah... I guess.
You: hey stiles?
Red: Yeah?
You: is it okay if i read your file?
 
Derek frowned when he didn't get a response. Stiles was literally the fastest
texter in the world.
 
You: stiles?
 
He kept waiting. It was difficult since he was terribly impatient but he was
not going to read something so personal if Stiles wasn't okay with it.
 
Red: Would you be offended if I said I'm worried you'll use it against me?
You: what do you mean?
Red: I'm scared.
Red: I'm scared that you'll use it as blackmail or something.
Red: But mostly
Red: I'm scared it will change how you view me.
Red: Like, there are things that will make you see me as an entirely different
person and I just
Red: Derek
Red: I don't want you to hate me
 
Derek froze. He had to read that again, multiple times. It was the first time
he heard Stiles ever admit he was scared. And the reasoning behind that fear
broke his heart.
 
You: when i told you about everything that happened with kate before i even
said anything you promised me that you would never use anything i shared with
you against me im making that same promise to you now and i swear to you
nothing will ever change the way i feel about you
He saw the text bubble appear, then disappear, then appear again.
Red: Don't let anyone else read it, please.
Red: And please don't ask me questions about it. If it's something I'm okay
with talking about, I'll tell you.
Red: There's just some stuff I'd rather not like to remember.
You: okay
You: hey i dont want you to think anything like that again that i would hate
you because of something in the past okay?
Red: Yeah.
Red: Okay.
You: you should go to sleep youve got school tomorrow
Red: Dude. It's literally 10 pm right now. That's too early for me.
You: just try
Red: UGH fine
Red: G'night SourWolf
You: good night stiles
 
Despite the amount of protest Derek had given to that damn nickname Stiles had
for him, it still made him smile.
Back to the issue at hand. Derek took a glance at the envelope. Did he really
want to read it? It had Stiles' whole background and Stiles had seemed so
worried that it would change their relationship. He knew he would never stop
loving the teen because of something but, he wondered if Stiles was right. What
if it did make him see Stiles as a different person?
In the end, his curiosity won, and he read it all.
Derek began to understand why Stiles would feel that way as he read about the
boy's horrific childhood. It was the worst thing Derek ever heard off, he
couldn't imagine the kind of Hell Stiles had been in. This was a kid, who
always put everyone ahead of himself, yet, he had worse problems than anyone
else but never said a single thing.
Stiles' mother died when he was three from an illness. Less than a year later,
Stiles' father, John, a sheriff who was off-duty at the time, was stabbed to
death in front of a four-year-old Stiles, who was also injured in the fight.
Stiles was taken to a hospital and after three days, with no other family
members stepping forward to claim him, he was registered into the System.
Derek was shocked when he read, at the first orphanage Stiles went to, it was
discovered he was a Delta. Deltas were subs who could completely change their
sex by will, meaning, a Delta who presented as a male could carry a child. All
children born to a Delta were Doms.
Deltas were one of the most oppressed minorities with the highest amount of
hate crimes. They were seen as sexual objects to be used whenever and were only
good for having children. At one point, there was a hunt to track down and kill
all Deltas after an influential preacher claimed they were abominations and
were the cause of all the misfortunes the world was going through.
The Delta population was decreased by over 80%. They were already extremely
rare, to begin with, and the remaining ones were either sold into sex slavery
or they fled into hiding.
After reading about the discovery of Stiles' gender, he wasn't as surprised by
the inhuman treatment Stiles faced growing up.
After six months in his first orphanage, Stiles was moved into a new one. There
was evidence of, "multiple violent sexual assaults and physical abuse" on the
boy's body but the reason he was moved was actually because of a fight he had
with the Master of the House, his abuser. Stiles had claimed the Master was
"hurting" him and accidentally kicked out which caused a fight ending in Stiles
stabbing the Master in the chest with a pen. The therapist writing the report
said after she asked him how he was being hurt, Stiles tried to explain it but
didn't understand exactly what it was that was done to him. What he said
though, proved that he was raped and implied that it may have happened to
others in the orphanage.
Despite all of the proof they had, no charges were pressed against the Master.
In fact, Stiles was the one who got in trouble and was put in solitary
confinement for three months. The next orphanage he went to, he was placed in
the psychiatric ward having been driven to near insanity by his confinement and
the realisation of what happened after hearing the teenagers in the Home talk
about how one of them lost their virginities at prom.
While in the new home, Stiles was abused again by two orderlies who would give
him sedatives to make him stop fighting but he was still aware of what was
going on.
This became a pattern. Stiles would be removed from one abusive orphanage into
another and even into foster homes. When he was nine, his foster father
discovered their seventeen-year-old son had become involved with the child.
Instead of punishing his son, he nearly beat Stiles to death.
When he was ten, a different foster family he'd been given to, forced him into
conversion therapy after seeing him and an older boy kiss. During this time,
Stiles had his first suicide attempt by overdosing on painkillers. The only
reason the family brought him to the hospital was that they would be
investigated had he died and they didn't want the evidence of their abuse being
found. The father had been locking Stiles in a tiny closet that had nails on
the back wall and they'd been starving him.
He ran away and was homeless for a year before being found. He started a
rebellion in a New York orphanage at twelve years old to fight against the
mistreatment they were facing. He was transferred to a juvenile detention
facility in LA and attempted suicide again by slitting his wrists. He was
assigned to a Dom when he turned thirteen.
Derek never heard of a sub being assigned at such a young age. The youngest
he'd seen was sixteen which was the age of consent but seventeen was the norm.
They were only assigned if they caused trouble and misbehaved. Most subs left
the System with no problems when they turned eighteen.
This Dom, Joseph, lived in Beacon Hills. Stiles began attending a real school
for the first time. He was moved up a grade almost immediately. Derek was sure
this was when he met Scott. After the two mandatory months being with Joseph,
Stiles was going to ask to be assigned to someone else.
A police report details that Stiles was prevented from leaving. Joseph was
trying to force Stiles into bonding to him when Stiles turned sixteen, the age
when Deltas can actually mate. Over the course of Stiles' life, he had learned
to fight a Dom's Voice and refused to agree.
Authorities began looking into the case after someone reported they believed
Stiles was being abused. After two days of missing school, a friend stopped by
the house to check out what was going on. The student found Stiles, beaten
viciously with no sign of Joseph anywhere. The police report then claims, the
student carried Stiles out and brought him to the hospital where his mother
worked.
There, Stiles lay in a coma for nearly two weeks. After waking up and lots of
physical therapy, he was given to the student's mother when she filed for
foster care. He knew that was Melissa and that meant Scott had been the one to
find Stiles and save him. Derek would be sure to thank him.
Joseph was never found. Stiles had ended up in Rehab three times for heroin and
alcohol since then and struggled with self-harm. After a court order, Stiles
started visiting a psychiatrist every other week. Apparently, he made three
others retire. Stiles often said mind games have always been his favourite
thing. Derek would like to see someone try and get into Stiles' head, the kid
would tear them apart.
After reading everything, Derek felt a stronger connection to Stiles than he
ever had before. It did change the way he viewed Stiles. He already knew Stiles
was probably the most loyal, caring, and compassionate person he'd ever meet.
This boy had been through so much in his life and yet, he still tried to
improve the lives of others. Derek never respected anyone as much as him. And
he loved him. Stiles was his mate and he loved him, no matter what.
He wanted Stiles to be his sub. He wanted Stiles to feel safe. He wanted Stiles
to be happy and he swore then and there, he would do everything in his power to
make that happen.
Chapter End Notes
     Please, give me some motivation to continue this. It's been kind of
     an emotional ride, I think I'm projecting a little bit in this story.
     At the same time, it's kind of a good therapy but I really wanna know
     if others are enjoying it and want more.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     I think we can all agree... Stiles is the Queen of Sass
Stiles was dreading receiving his letter. He was perfectly content at the
moment. Living with his best friend, being in the Pack, having Derek finally
accept that Stiles wasn't going anywhere no matter how hard he tried to get rid
of him. The world's oblivious to werewolves and the supernatural. How would he
explain to his Dom, the attachment he had to Derek, his Alpha. He wasn't going
to allow anyone to take him away from his family. It wasn't to say, Stiles
didn't want a Dom. Being a Delta, without a Dom was difficult. He just didn't
want one who would limit him.
His whole life, people tried to control him. Now, he was going to decide who
could tell him what to do.
He knew how to frustrate a Dom to the point where they would file for re-
placement. He was pretty much preparing himself for it another Joseph. He
shuddered thinking about the man, who still hadn't been found.
Stiles' biggest fear was being prohibited from seeing the Pack. Joseph had
refused to allow him to see Scott. The Pack had given Stiles that feeling of
family he had longed for, for so many years. He didn't want to lose that. 
He didn't like the idea of another sub in the Pack, either. To be honest, he
was jealous as Hell. He and Derek had finally started getting along, and it was
going to be ruined by some other bitch. 
There could only be one, and Stiles was the Queen Bitch. 
He thumped his head against the table, groaning when he came home late from
practice one day, to see the yellow envelope he'd seen many times before. 
He debated waiting for Scott to come home to open it with him but he had always
been impatient, that wasn't about to change anytime soon.
He tore open the tab. Maybe, it was a woman? It was possible. Perhaps, that
would be better. Statistically, it was far less likely for a woman Dom to be
violent towards a Delta. Less likely doesn't mean impossible though, and Stiles
braced himself as he unfolded the letter. 
Thank God for the lack of neighbours and the absences of Scott and Melissa
because he legitimately screamed when he read the name.
Derek S. Hale 
Jesus on a tricycle. What the fuck was happening? 
He re-read the paper over and over again, sure it was a mistake. The
possibilities of him being assigned to his own Alpha was less than a one
percent chance. 
He had to admit, the idea of Derek as his Dom was appealing. It wasn't
something he hadn't thought about before. It was the ideal situation, but
Stiles never had anything in his life work out in his favour. 
His head was spinning so fast, he needed Derek's opinion on this. He fumbled
around for his phone, scrolling through his contacts before finding Derek's and
sending a text. 
You: Hey Dee? 
It didn't take long for a response. 
Mr. Grumpy: yeah? 
You: You wouldn't have happened to have read your sub letter yet would you? 
Mr. Grumpy: no why? 
Stiles sighed heavily. 
You: You miiiiight want to do that right now. 
He tried to focus on his school work but found it impossible. What if Derek
said no? What if Derek said yes? Several agonizing minutes later, he received
another text. 
Mr. Grumpy: is this for real? 
You: Yeppo. I got my letter detailing who my new Dom would be. Imagine my
surprise when I read your name. Your middle name starts with an 'S' what does
it stand for? 
You: Samuel? 
You: Stanley? 
You: Sabrina?
Mr. Grumpy: can we focus on this rn? 
He absolutely did (not) want to focus on this right now. 
You: Sure. 
You: I still wanna know what the 'S' stands for.
Mr. Grumpy: first try was right 
Psychic Stiles strikes again. 
You: Aw nice!
Mr. Grumpy: you got some name as well 
Ohhhhh shit. He forgot it would have his real name on it.
You: Not my idea, obviously. See why "Stiles" is so much easier? 
You: Mom was Polish. 
You: Decided it was a great idea to give her kid literally the most difficult
name ever.
You: Try spelling it to an old person on the phone when calling to see how much
money is in your bank account. 
You: Takes half an hour to find out, I have $0.36 
You: I need another job.
You: Like I have two already but the majority of the money goes to helping
Scott and Melissa.
He started rattling on about becoming a stripper and what his name should be.
His main defense besides sarcasm... derailing a conversation and changing the
topic. 
Mr. Grumpy: STILES 
You: What? 
Mr. Grumpy: youre avoiding the issue we have rn 
OBVIOUSLY.
You: How am I supposed to react???
You: It's not like I requested you to be my assigned Dom.
Mr. Grumpy: so you dont want this?
Oh, wow. Instant guilt.
You: No, it's not that. I just didn't expect it and I don't know how I'm
supposed to respond.
Mr. Grumpy: well we'll be going down to town hall on thursday like we're
supposed to meet for the first time and we'll talk about it then okay?
You: Yeah... I guess.
Mr. Grumpy: hey stiles? 
You: Yeah? 
Mr. Grumpy: is it okay if i read your file? 
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, fucking shit. What was he supposed to do? Did he really
want Derek knowing about everything? He'd never told anyone anything
whatsoever. Not even Scott.
The last thing he wanted to do, was to destroy his relationship with Derek.
Would it make Derek view him as the little defenseless human again? More
importantly, would Derek hate him because of what he was?
When there was a sudden spike in hate crimes against Deltas, he heard Derek
talking about it. He said he'd protect a Delta if he ever met one and that no
one deserved to be treated so horrible, regardless of gender or race. 
Saying something and doing something was completely different. Would he react
differently when faced with an actual Delta? Would Derek think he was
disgusting because of how used his body was?
He didn't want Derek to see him any differently. What if he held it over
Stiles' head? What if he threatened to tell the rest of the Pack if Stiles
didn't do something he told him to? He didn't want anyone else knowing. The
questions they would ask would without a doubt, bring up some things he didn't
want to think about.
He was apparently taking too long thinking as he got another message. 
Mr. Grumpy: stiles? 
Fuck. He had to say something. Derek was asking permission, trying to respect
his boundaries. That had to count for something, right?
You: Would you be offended if I said I'm worried you'll use it against me? 
Mr. Grumpy: what do you mean? 
You: I'm scared.
You: I'm scared that you'll use it as blackmail or something. 
You: But mostly 
You: I'm scared it will change how you view me.
He felt tears flood his eyes, blurring the screen as he typed. 
You: Like, there are things that will make you see me as an entirely different
person and I just
You: Derek
Stiles rarely ever said Derek's full name. He felt so many emotions bubbling
inside of him. 
You: I don't want you to hate me
Stiles felt like his world was crashing down around him and nearly sobbed with
relief when he saw Derek's response. 
Mr. Grumpy: when i told you about everything that happened with kate before i
even said anything you promised me that you would never use anything i shared
with you against me im making that same promise to you now and i swear to you
nothing will ever change the way i feel about you
He didn't know what to say. No one had ever kept their promises. Why should he
trust Derek?
He thought about it for a moment. To finally confide in someone. To actually
trust someone. If Derek was being honest, Stiles would finally have someone
there for him.
You: Don't let anyone else read it, please.
You: And please don't ask me questions about it. If it's something I'm okay
with talking about, I'll tell you.
You: There's just some stuff I'd rather not like to remember.
Mr. Grumpy: okay
Mr. Grumpy: hey i dont want you to think anything like that again that i would
hate you because of something in the past okay?
You: Yeah.
You: Okay.
Mr. Grumpy: you should go to sleep youve got school tomorrow
Stiles nearly snorted at that. 
You: Dude. It's literally 10 pm right now. That's too early for me.
Mr. Grumpy: just try
You: UGH fine 
You: G'night SourWolf
Mr. Grumpy: good night stiles
He didn't know it was possible to feel so relieved yet so worried at the same
time. Someone else would finally know what he'd been through but he didn't know
what kind of reaction Derek would have.
He wanted the whole world to just delete itself at the moment. He couldn't stop
thinking so, in typical Stiles fashion, he decided to go out, get drunk and
find a good fuck. 
He was by no means a lightweight so he was intending on drinking a lot. He
wanted to get absolutely shitfaced drunk and make lots of bad decisions. He was
ready and out the door with his fake ID in a matter of minutes.
_________Scott's POV______________________
Scott had been a bit concerned when he got home late and found Stiles not
there. Stiles had left lacrosse practice early, not an unusual thing since he
was barely allowed to play anyways.
It made him even more worried the next day when class started and Stiles still
wasn't there. Scott was sitting with Lydia, Isaac, and Erica as Coach began to
give a lecture.
Everyone turned when they heard the door open to Stiles walking in. Holy shit.
He sat down behind Scott and the werewolf cringed when he smelled, even after
taking a shower, the alcohol and the scent of another guy on Stiles. 
"Not looking too good there, Stilinski. Everything all right?" Coach asked, a
bit pissed at having been interrupted. "Had a long night," Stiles said,
dismissively.
"Hmm, really? Care to share?" Coach asked with a smirk on his face. "Not
particularly. Care to teach?" Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. Oh no. There
were several snickers around the room as Coach's face went serious. "Hallway.
Now," he said, angrily.
When Stiles got up, he rolled his eyes so hard Scott thought they would fall
out. That just pissed the man off more, "you just got yourself an afterschool
detention," Coach shouted, pointing at the teen.
Stiles practically kicked the door open, "I'm flattered that you would like to
spend another hour with me but, I think we should just stay friends."
The room broke into fits of laughter but Scott and the others only looked at
each other with concern. Something wasn't right. Scott had seen Stiles hungover
many times before, he didn't act like this. 
After several minutes of hearing Coach's muffled shouting, they finally walked
back in. The 'wolves could smell the anger on Stiles. He was fucking pissed.
"If you're gonna act like a child, you're gonna be treated like a child," Coach
said to the class. Stiles was about to sit down but he paused. He glared at the
teacher, a look that actually scared Scott, and instead grabbed his bag,
walking back towards the door.
"What do you think you're doing? COME BACK HERE!" Coach demanded. "Nope. I'll
see you at detention," Stiles' voice was faint as the door closed behind him.
It was one of the only times Scott had ever seen Coach Finnick, speechless.
"McCall... what the Hell was that?" he asked, slowly. "I have absolutely no
idea," was all he could say. 
________Derek's POV_________________
He got home about twenty minutes later than he had originally anticipated. The
Pack was altogether in the main library by the time he arrived. He looked
around and saw there was one person missing. The one person he needed to talk
to, of course.
Before he could ask, Peter beat him to it, "where's Stiles?" Derek saw the look
Lydia shot at Scott before the teen said, "he... uh, he got detention." Jackson
snorted, "what did he do this time?"
"We don't know what was up with him but he talked back to Coach, more than
usual," Erica said. "He was super hungover but he doesn't normally act like
that when he's got one," Scott said.
"So, what actually happened?" Laura asked. "Well like Erica said, he talked
back, Coach pulled him into the hallway and yelled at him a bit and when they
came back in, instead of sitting down he literally just walked out the
classroom," Scott said.
"I... actually have it. On video," Erica said. All eyes turned to her. "I was
Snapchatting a friend and managed to catch everything after Finnick told him to
go into the hallway."
Danny helped her hook up her phone to the large television in the room they had
their movie-nights in. They watched as Coach yelled at Stiles after he rolled
his eyes and when they heard the comment Stiles made about, "just staying
friends," Peter broke into a fit of laughter.
"Ah, God, I love that kid. He's the best," he said, wiping tears from his eyes.
When they saw the look Stiles gave Coach after returning to the class, there
were quite a few murmurs as to what made Stiles so pissed. It kind of shocked
them all when he just grabbed his stuff and left, pretty much turning the
tables and dismissing the teacher instead. Stiles tried to avoid drawing that
much attention to him and that was most certainly a grand exit people would
remember. 
"I really want to know the context of this. Do you know when he'll be here?"
Cora asked. Lydia looked at the clock and said, "half an hour, maybe." Scott
shook his head, "depends on if he starts causing trouble while he's in
detention. He can turn a one-hour into a four-hour in seconds."
They would have started talking about their newest monster but, Stiles knew
more than anyone about it. He usually knew everything about a creature before
any of them even had a clue what it was. Scott sent Stiles a text asking him to
tell when he got out. 
About an hour and a half later, Scott got a response. He paused for a moment
and squinted at his screen before leaning over towards Lydia and showing her
his phone. "That doesn't seem right, does it?" he asked. Derek was thankful he
wasn't the only one with confusion written on his face.
"No. That's not right," Lydia said, she looked up at the others, shaking her
head. "This isn't the way he texts. He's all about grammar and punctuation.
This is all misspelled and jumbled," she said, brow furrowed.
Scott started speaking out loud as he typed, "are... you... okay?" They waited
until they heard the phone vibrate. Scott and Lydia looked at each other,
perplexed. "He's not making any sense. I'm gonna call him," Scott said. "Put
him on speaker," Cora chimed.
They listened as the phone rang multiple times before going to voicemail. Scott
called again and Stiles finally answered, "mm not in th mood tah talk, Scotty"
he slurred out. Scott shook his head in bewilderment, "are you drunk?" he
asked. 
"Very. 'Scuse me while I go back tah gettin' shitfaced again," he mumbled
before hanging up. "He came to school with a hangover, and he's drinking
again?" even Jackson looked slightly worried.
Scott sighed, standing up and patting his jeans for his keys. "Where are you
going?" Kira asked. "Trying to stop him from getting alcohol poisoning," he
said, a sad look on this face, "this has happened before and if someone doesn't
stop it now, he'll start doing other stuff and it'll just gonna get worse."
"I got it," Derek said, grabbing his jacket. "I'm pretty sure I know why he's
acting up, don't worry," he said when he was faced with questioning looks.
"Then why is he doing this?" Peter asked eyebrow raised.
Derek just glared at him, "long story," he said before walking out the door,
car keys in hand.
He tried to stop himself from thinking too much as he made his way to Scott's
house, where Stiles lived. He didn't bother with the front door, no one would
answer. Instead, he climbed up the tree to Stiles' bedroom window.
He flinched away, hand burning when he touched the sill. Mountain Ash.
Thankfully, he had forgotten to take out the rag he used when working on cars,
from his pocket. He used it to cover his hands while he lifted the window.
He may have accidentally broken the lock but he could deal with that later.
Stiles was curled up on his side on the bed. He was actually awake and tried to
cover his head with the blanket when Derek stepped in.
Derek could smell the alcohol on the teen. He growled when he caught the faint
scent of another man too.

He walked over and tapped lightly on the small lump under the covers. It moved
just slightly and Derek heard a groan when he tapped again. "Stiles," he said,
"let me see you."
"Nooooo," a muffled voice came from under the blanket. "Go 'way," the voice
whined. Derek sighed and said, "Stiles, come out now," in a pointed tone.
The covers moved as Stiles tried to shift away from him. Derek grabbed onto the
blankets and tore them off. "Oh fuck off, man," the teen groaned, burying his
face in the pillow.
Stiles was wearing a short sleeve shirt and Derek could very clearly see dark
hickeys blemishing the smooth skin under the teen's collarbone.
He clenched his jaw hard and instead pulled Stiles up into a sitting position.
The boy was fighting him all the way, fists flying out and shouting.
Eventually, he just pulled Stiles into his lap and leaned against the
headboard.
Stiles had frozen in his confusion and it gave Derek a chance to place a hand
on the back of the teen's neck. It was a trick he'd seen many Doms do. It
always calmed down their subs and, thankfully, it worked on Stiles too.
The boy went completely limp and curled up against him, letting his head rest
on Derek's shoulder. In that moment, it felt so right. Having Stiles in his
arms. It was how it was meant to be.
"Sorry," a quiet voice mumbled into the fabric of his shirt. "It's okay," he
said, letting his other hand lay on Stiles' thigh. "No. Mm sorry," he said
again, "did somethin' stupid." He buried his face.
Derek could hear him choking up, "you're gonna hate me." Derek's heart ached
when Stiles sobbed out, "Scott's gonna hate me." 
"You know that's not true, Stiles. Scott would never hate you and neither would
I," Derek said. Stiles shook his head, "I broke mm promise." He was on the
verge of hysterics.
"What happened?" Derek asked, trying to keep a calm voice. "I used again. I
relapsed. I promised Scott I wouldn't d-do," he choked on his words.
It hit Derek like a ton of bricks. It had said in Stiles' file that he'd been
to rehab several times because of heroin and other drugs.
The teen was shaking. Derek pulled him close, letting Stiles' arms wrap around
his neck. Stiles was stuttering out apologies, tears cascading down. 
They spent a long time like that. Derek shushing Stiles, trying to calm him
down every time he thought of a new scenario about what his next encounter with
Scott would be like. He would have brief moments of clarity, where he would
think rationally. One second he would be calm, the next second he would get
angry, and then sad, and then a mix of emotions.
After Stiles finally calmed down, Derek contemplated whether or not it was a
good idea to say it but, in the end, he bit the bullet. "We're gonna go back to
the House. You don't have to see anyone, we'll go straight upstairs. I just
want to keep an eye on you, okay?"
He heard Stiles' heartbeat pick up slightly but the teen was too exhausted from
the combination of an emotional breakdown, drugs, and a lot of alcohol, to do
anything. He gave a hesitant nod and allowed Derek to pick him up. 
Derek opened the car door and buckled Stiles in. He sent a quick message to
Lydia saying he was bringing Stiles back but the Pack was to leave him alone.
She sent a confirmation that the others had been informed and only asked if
Stiles was okay. Derek responded with, "he will be." 
The car ride consisted of Stiles trying not to fall asleep and Derek glancing
over at him every so often to check on him. When Derek went to carry Stiles
inside, he saw all the windows filled up with the worried faces of his Pack,
trying to see the teen in his arms. 
He took Stiles straight up to his own bedroom and the boy was asleep the
instant he was laid on the bed. Derek stripped him of his shirt and trousers
but left on his boxers. He was trying his hardest not to admire Stiles' body,
the hour-glass shape and the wide hips with the softest, hairless skin. It was
always covered up under the layers of baggy clothing Stiles wore. 
He tucked the teen under a blanket and made his way to the main library. He was
immediately surrounded and berated by questions fired off rapidly. They were
all talking over each other and Derek had to yell at them to stop it. "One at a
time," he said.
"Is he gonna be okay?" an extremely distressed Isaac asked. He and Stiles were
so close Isaac viewed the younger teen as a mother figure. He even got Stiles a
present on Mother's Day. 
"He'll be fine. He's just sleeping it off," he said. "What actually happened?"
Allison asked. "Left detention, got drunk, had a lot of mood swings," Derek
replied as he tossed his jacket on the couch. 
"What's going on with him? Why's he acting out?" Boyd asked, surprising
everyone. Boyd rarely ever talked. Derek didn't know if Stiles would be okay
with the Pack knowing about his Dom assignment. "It's Stiles. God only knows
what goes on in his head," he said, collapsing into his chair.
After several more questions and some reassurance from Derek, the Pack began to
relax a little, knowing Stiles would be okay. When some time had passed and the
others started focusing on conversations and research, Derek caught Scott's
attention and directed him to another room.
"Is he actually okay?" was the first thing out of Scott's mouth. Stiles had
wanted Derek to tell Scott for him because he didn't think he could face his
best friend and say it. Derek was completely honest, he shook his head and told
him. 
"He used," he said. Derek felt horrible when he saw Scott's face drop. The
'wolf looked towards the ground, trying to hide the tears in his eyes. "H-he
promised me though," he said, attempting to control his emotions.
"I know, he told me about that. He was actually having a meltdown because of
it. He kept saying you were gonna hate him," Derek said. Scott sighed heavily
as he wiped his eyes, shaking his head. "No. I could never hate him I just... I
don't know what to do. It gets so bad," he said, pain evident in his voice.
It wavered as he continued, "I worry, all the time, that I'm gonna find him
dead from an overdose or he's committed suici-" he clapped a hand over his
mouth. "Scott, I know everything. The sub I was assigned is Stiles," he said.
Scott's jaw dropped so fast Derek was worried it may have hurt him. "Are you
serious?" he asked in disbelief. His face grew stern, "is that why he's doing
all of this?" Derek sighed, "I think he's freaking out at the thought of
another Dom after Joseph and that I've read his file and I'm the only one who
knows his whole life story." 
He looked at Scott, "you're the one who found him after... you know." Scott had
a pained expression as he nodded, "I still can't believe someone could do
something like that. Nobody deserves that, especially not Stiles." 
Derek couldn't agree more. Knowing everything that kid had been through, he had
so much respect for the strength Stiles had.
"When do you think I'll be able to talk to him? I just need to let him know...
I'm not angry or anything. I just want him to be happy and healthy and God,
Derek, they make him take all these medications that don't work. They make him
sick and he'll have these random meltdowns and he didn't even recognise m-me,"
his voice hitched at the end.
"I don't know when. Maybe tomorrow? I don't know how fast he recovers," Derek
replied. Scott sighed and tried to himself together when they heard someone
calling for them. When he walked past Derek, he turned to the Alpha and said,
quietly, "be good to him. Please." Derek nodded, "I promise." 
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Mostly fluff, some sad stuff.
Derek went upstairs every so often to check on Stiles but, the teen had barely
moved at all. Being a Tuesday night, the Pack disbanded at around nine,
returning to their own homes. Scott stayed behind a little longer to talk to
Derek. He didn't ask about anything on Stiles' file. The two had fought before
when Scott asked too much. If Stiles wanted him to know something, he would
tell it himself.
They talked about what the assignment would mean for them. Stiles would have to
move into the House for two months. The whole relationship between Derek and
him would change. Scott was concerned about Stiles' how it would effect Stiles'
mental health. It would surely bring up some things he wanted to forget. Derek
was way more aware of that than Scott was.
They agreed to keep the information about the assignment, a secret from the
others until Stiles said otherwise. Melissa would be the only one to know as
she would have to fill out the papers resigning Fostering. Scott told him about
the extent of Stiles' addiction. It had gotten to the point where he was using
multiple times a day. This relapse, while it may have been only once, was bound
to cause withdrawal since Stiles' body recognised the substance.
Scott departed home, leaving Derek to watch over Stiles after informing him of
what signs to look out for. The Alpha walked up the stairs to check on the teen
and found him sitting up on the bed, knees pulled close to his chest with his
head resting on them. He didn't look up when the door opened.
Derek walked over, sitting on the bed next to him and laying a hand on the
boy's back. "Scott wanted to talk to you," Derek said, "to tell you he's not
angry." Stiles lifted his head, wiping at his tear-stained face, "he should be
though. I broke my promise."
"He knows about the assignment," Derek said, gently. "Does he blame you for
what I did?" Stiles asked, sincere concern in his voice. "No. We talked about
that. I think he understands why you would be upset considering what happened
with Joseph," Derek felt guilty when Stiles twitched at the name, pursing his
lips and looking down.
"So... you know. Everything. You know everything about me," he said. Derek
could hear the mix of emotions in his voice. "No, I don't. I know some of the
shit you went through. But, I don't know you. I want to know WHO you are not
WHAT you are because that doesn't matter to me. Delta or not, you're still
Stiles."
Derek was a bit startled when Stiles threw himself onto him, wrapping his arms
around Derek's neck and burying his face there. Derek pulled the teen, fully
into his lap, soothing his back in small circles.
Stiles was shaking as if he was cold but Derek could feel heat radiating off of
him.
Fever, one of the signs Scott warned.
"Have you eaten anything today?" Derek asked, gently. Stiles shook his head.
"Alright. Come on, let's get you something," he said, releasing his grip on the
boy. Stiles pulled his jeans and long-sleeved shirt back on.
Derek led Stiles out of the room, arm wrapped around the teen's waist, mindful
of his shakiness. Derek placed him on one of the bar stools and set to work
making something for the two of them. He tried to think of any recipes but drew
a blank. He hadn't cooked for someone else in a long time.
"Is pasta okay?" Derek asked. Stiles was resting his head on his folded arms,
"I'm not really hungry." Derek grimaced. Nausea. Another sign. "Will you try to
take even just a bite?" he asked. Stiles glanced up at him, completely silent
for a moment before giving a small nod. Derek was aware of the teen watching
him while he cooked.
He paused when he saw, out of the corner of his eye Stiles turn his face into
the crook of his arm. The other hand gripped at his hair. "How you feeling,
Red?" he asked. Stiles seemed like he was too tired to even lift his head and
let out a quiet groan, "not very well."
"What about up here?" Derek asked, tapping his temple. Stiles glanced, taking a
moment to understand what Derek was asking. "I think my brain is still trying
to process it all," he said, "I thought they finally gave up on trying to 'fix
me' and turn me into a 'law-abiding sub that knows his place in society.'"
Derek placed a bowl of pasta in front of the boy, who looked at it with slight
contempt. "You don't have to eat it all. Just try some," he said as he sat next
to Stiles and began eating his own food. The teen's hands were shaking as
twirled his fork and took a bite, grimacing slightly. "You don't like it?"
Derek asked. "No, it's not that. Everything tastes bitter when I'm like this.
Even water tastes bad," Stiles said.
That was another sign of withdrawal Scott warned him about.
Stiles took a couple more bites before shaking his head, "sorry," he said,
pushing his bowl away. "It's fine. I'm glad you ate something," Derek
responded, still feeling the heat of the fever radiating from the teen. They
were both caught off guard when Stiles' cell phone rang. The name on the screen
said 'Pelzanie.'
"Who's that?" Derek asked. "Peter. That means 'Creep' in Polish, by the way,"
he said. Stiles put the phone on speaker.
"What can I do ya for?" he asked. "Well, first of all, are you alright, Kid?"
The genuine concern in Peter's voice surprised Derek. "Yeah, I'm good," he said
and Derek could hear his heartbeat falter. He was lying.
"Okay. Good. So, our new monster just so happened to have left a little present
at Doug's Pub right outside Beacon Hills," Peter said. "Oh, great. What kind of
present?" Stiles asked. "Two dead bodies and a part of someone's liver," Peter
responded, bluntly.
"Wow. Lovely," Stiles said, sarcastically. "Just thought you might want to know
'cause it seems like it's headed towards the high school," Peter said,
cheerily. "Yeah, I'll check it out, tomorrow. Thanks," Stiles answered. "No
problem. And seriously, you can call me you know? If you ever need to talk to
someone," Peter said, seriously. That put Derek on edge a bit.
"I know, you tell me all the time, P. I'll let you know how the check out with
the school goes, alright?" Stiles said. "Okay," Peter answered. "Right, peace
out," Stiles said as he ended the call. "When did you two get so close?" Derek
asked, trying to keep his voice level. Of course, Stiles saw right through it.
"Are you jealous?" he grinned. "I just want to know," Derek shrugged.
Stiles gave a doubtful look before pausing. "Can we watch a movie?" he asked.
Derek thought for a moment, it was getting pretty late but it was obvious
Stiles wasn't going to attend school tomorrow. He was only going there at night
to find something on their monster.
"Sure. Which one?" he asked and preened when Stiles smiled, probably having
thought Derek would say no. "Ever seen any Studio Ghibli?" Stiles looked
horrified when Derek shook his head. "How are you even alive?" he asked,
astonished. Derek rolled his eyes and then helped Stiles up, leading him to
"the Den" where the Pack has their weekly Puppy-Pile.
They were looking through a bunch of movies when Derek saw Stiles smirk. Shaky
hands snatched the remote from him and Stiles said, "close your eyes. No
peeking." Derek huffed but did it. He heard some giggling and tried to look
between his fingers. "Nuh uh. I said no peeking!" Stiles whined. Soon enough, a
movie started and Derek snorted when he saw wolves run across the screen.
He had to admit, Princess Mononoke was actually really good. They had started
out spread apart but less than fifteen minutes in, they were huddled together,
Derek's arm around Stiles. The teen shifted uncomfortable for a moment,
clutching his right shoulder and cringing.
Derek thought maybe Stiles was just nervous about their new situation. "Derek?"
he asked in a hushed tone, "can I... be on your other side?" It confused Derek
for a moment but through the dim light and with the aid of his heightened sense
of sight, he could see a look of pain on Stiles' face. Even without his
werewolf strength, Derek could have easily lifted Stiles with one arm.
The boy let out a relieved sigh when he snuggled in close to Derek's other
side. Derek pulled a blanket over for him which Stiles gladly accepted. Despite
his wolf heat and his own fever, Stiles was cold. The blanket didn't cover his
shoulder and Derek couldn't help but notice Stiles still had a hand on it.
Derek replaced it with his own hand and he felt Stiles tense up immediately.
He rubbed lightly at the muscle there and the teen literally melted into him
with a soft moan. Derek rubbed around, focusing on Stiles' body language to
figure out what he did or didn't like. He was a bit concerned. He could feel
some sort of damage. The bone felt chipped and ragged while there was a lump
going through the muscle. Derek immediately recognised it as scar tissue.
He'd always wondered why Stiles was constantly dislocating it in lacrosse and
always laid on his left side. He remembered when Scott accidentally pulled on
his arm and Stiles let out a pained yelp. Derek thought maybe Scott's werewolf
strength had pulled on his wrist but now he knew it was actually his shoulder
that was hurt. There was an injury there that weakened it.
Derek was able to keep up with the plot of the movie which was a good thing
since Stiles would question what he thought of it. It was a really good movie
but Derek was having trouble focusing with Stiles pressed up against him and
letting out small, breathy moans.
It was nearing 2 am when the movie ended and Derek himself was feeling pretty
tired. He rarely stayed up this late but he knew Stiles was usually still awake
at this time. Derek thought it was absolutely insane. The kid would go to sleep
at 4 and wake up at 6 and was somehow able function. Derek went to bed at 10 or
11 and got up at 8 and if he got any less than that, he felt exhausted. He knew
he would have to call in sick tomorrow.
There was no way he could go to work, not with that amount of sleep and
certainly not with Stiles at home alone. Derek had seen people go through
withdrawal before. He remembered sometime before the fire, his older cousin's
husband had alcohol withdrawal. It was bad and Derek thought Stiles was
handling himself pretty well.
"Can we go to bed?" a quiet voice asked. Derek nodded and helped Stiles up.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Derek felt Stiles pull away from him.
"Where are you going?" he asked. He was able to see through the dark, Stiles
pointing to "his" room.
When the House was rebuilt, every Pack member got their own room in case they
wanted to stay over. Stiles picked a room that was fairly small compared to the
others. The walls were completely covered, from wall to ceiling, in case files
and newspaper clippings. There were stacks of books everywhere and Derek
wondered how someone with such horrible ADHD could sleep in a room like that.
"No, you're gonna stay with me tonight," he said. If the lights were on, Derek
was sure he would see a bright blush on the teen's face. Stiles nodded and
followed him into the bedroom he was in earlier. Derek paused, "you don't have
a toothbrush, do you?" Stiles raised his eyebrows, "how much do you know about
Deltas?" Derek shook his head, "not very much."
"Well, one of the things is, our bodies kinda naturally clean themselves. Like,
unless there's mud or something on me, I don't actually have to take a shower
or worry about any stuff like that."
Wow. Derek was sure to do some more research later.
He himself felt much in need of a shower. He came out of the bathroom later
wearing just a pair of sweatpants. He couldn't help the satisfaction he got
when he saw Stiles, who was under the covers, pretending like he wasn't ogling
his abs.
He climbed in and Stiles squeaked when Derek pulled him in so his head was
resting against Derek's chest. He felt Stiles shifted slightly and before he
could stop himself, he asked, "what happened to your shoulder?" Stiles jolted a
little. Derek could tell he was biting his lip. The teen let out a sigh,
probably realising there was no reason to hide anything since Derek knew pretty
much everything already.
"I tried to help my dad when..." he trailed before taking a breath, "when he
was killed. I tried to stop the guy but... he stabbed me when I got in the
way."
Derek clenched his jaw and tried to stop himself from saying anything. He
wished he could tear that piece of shit apart.
"It went completely through my shoulder but a part of the blade broke off in my
shoulder but at the hospital, no one did anything whatsoever to help. After a
day, I just had to pull it out myself. It never healed properly."
Now Derek was really pissed. How could anyone do that? A little four-year-old
just watched his father get stabbed to death and has a piece of the knife that
killed him, going straight through his shoulder.
"What kind of damage did it do?" he asked, trying to keep his voice level.
"I didn't know until Melissa took me to get an x-ray after seeing there was
something wrong," he gave a sad chuckle when he said, "there's actually still a
little piece left. The knife cracked my collarbone and then went all the way
through my shoulder blade. It cut a part of the joint that holds your shoulder
in place, which is why I keep dislocating it."
Derek wrapped an arm around the teen's waist and inhaled his not-yet-mate's
scent. He intertwined his other hand with the smaller, softer one resting on
his chest. He felt Stiles smile against his skin when he pulled him as close as
physically possible. The teen pursed his lips, "you know your sister ships us,
right?"
It took Derek a moment to remember what the word 'ship' meant.
"Which sister?" he asked. "Actually, both of them do. Peter too." Derek gave a
doubtful snort. "I'm serious! He bet on it!" Stiles giggled, "Jackson said it
would never happen and I kid you not, Peter bet FIFTY on it."
If Derek had a free hand, he would have facepalmed as Stiles informed him of
all the people who 'shipped' them. He grinned.
Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to tell them about the assignment
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Lots and lots of fluff to make up for everything I put my babies
     through.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Derek woke up twice to hear what sounded like coughing from the bathroom but
realised it was Stiles retching. He got up to comfort the shaking teen, rubbing
his back and wiping away tears. Nothing actually came up, it was just dry
heaving but the boy was obviously miserable. The muscle cramps started an hour
or two later, adding to the poor kid's suffering.
The 'wolf did everything he possibly could to comfort him, but there was very
little he could do other than hold him close and be there for him.
Derek woke up way after 10, groggily at first, but then panicked when he
realised the teen wasn't next to him. He was still concerned about Stiles'
physical as well as mental health. His worry ebbed away when he smelled
something absolutely delicious, wafting through the door and loud music
playing, muffled by the walls.
He walked into the kitchen and saw Stiles, dancing around at the stove,
skillfully flipping an omelette. Derek took a while to appreciate the sway of
Stiles' hips to the beat of a Gorillaz song.
The teen jumped, gasping in surprise when Derek wrapped his arms around him,
letting out a chuckle next to his ear.
"Give a girl a heart attack, I swear," Stiles tutted.
He paused for a moment, blushing.
"Uh, um, forget I said that. Slip of the tongue-tip of the shlong. You know how
it goes," he shrugged, and Derek snorted loudly but made a mental note so as
(not) to forget it.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
Stiles sighed, "well, I'm not nauseous anymore, so that's good. I'm still a bit
shaky though. Fever is gone and no more muscle cramps."
Derek leaned down to nose at Stiles' neck, breathing in his sweet scent, the
one that drove the werewolf absolutely crazy. Stiles practically preened and
tried to hide a grin. "Can you pass me a plate, please?" he asked as he turned
off the heat.
"Since you asked so nicely," Derek said, reaching for one. He did a double take
when he handed it over. He grabbed Stiles' cheek and tilted his head to the
side and inspecting his neck.
"What, Derek? What's wrong?" Stiles asked, alarmed.
"They're... gone?"
"What? What you on about?" Stiles started panicking.
"No no. You had marks... hickeys. On your neck. They aren't there anymore,"
Derek said, extremely confused.
"Jesus Christ, Derek. For real? That's what you're freaked about?" Stiles
looked at him, incredulously. Derek just stared at him.
"It's this thing," he said, holding his wrist out and pointing to a small
tattoo. Derek ran his finger over it and asked, "what is that?"
"I knew about the supernatural world before I even came to Beacon Hills, my
best friend when I was little, Nina, she was a werewolf. There was a girl named
Anna at a Home I was in. Her sister was a Delta that was killed in a hate
crime. She found ou- wait... did you do any research on Deltas?"
Derek shook his head. He hadn't had any time to.
Stiles sighed, "okay. Basically, Deltas are born with a symbol right here," he
said, placing his hand on the left side of his lower back, just below the ribs.
"It's a dead giveaway as to what we are. Someone... tried to get rid of mine
but, it didn't work. Anna found out about what I was and wanted to help me. She
was a witch. She made a rune to hide the symbol. It was completely
unintentional but, it ended up hiding all of my scars and as well as any damage
a day or two after it occurs. It's kinda like a magic shield. I can let it down
and put it back up whenever I want but, I like to keep it on."
Derek was silent for a while as he tried to comprehend everything. Something in
that caught his attention. "What do you mean someone tried to get rid of your
mark?"
Stiles looked away, shifting uncomfortably, "there was an orderly who... wanted
to keep me from being Fostered so I would have to stay in the hospital. He knew
a Delta would immediately be snatched up if people knew. So, to keep people
from finding out, he kinda... burned me with an iron to try and hide my mark."
What was someone supposed to say to that? Sorry? "Sorry" can't erase all of
that trauma. Derek slid his arm around the teen, who melted against him as soon
as he was embraced.
"Can I see you?" Derek asked and Stiles looked up at him in confusion. "I mean,
you said you could let down the shield when you wanted. Can I see?"
Stiles blushed, biting his lip and driving Derek absolutely insane. "Derek, I
am covered in scars. It's not a pretty sight. Trust me, you don't want to see
it."
"Yes, I do. It's you, Stiles. Like I said before, I want to know you. All of
you. Scars included. You don't have to hide from me. If you're not comfortable
with it, just tell me," Derek said.
Stiles looked down in shame, "sorry."
"No," Derek said lifting the boy's chin to make him look back up at him, "don't
be sorry for that. I hope, at some point, you'll trust me enough to show me
but, don't apologise for telling the truth, okay?"
The teen huffed, "why are you just so perfect? It's not fair, dude."
Derek was stopped before he could speak by his stomach growling loudly. Stiles
raised an eyebrow at him, "due to our little heart-to-heart, I have to reheat
breakfast. Go sit down and put on whatever music you want."
Derek sighed as he let go of Stiles and sat down at the kitchen bar. He paused
for a moment, trying to think of something to listen to. He remembered Peter
and Stiles bonding over their shared taste in music after Stiles wore a Red Hot
Chili Peppers shirt so that's exactly what he put on.
He saw the grin spread across the teen's face as soon as the song, "Can't Stop"
started playing. Stiles mouthed the words, moving to the beat and Derek
couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when the food was heated and
Stiles stopped.
As soon as he took a bite, Derek thought Stiles was going into the wrong
profession and should instead become a chef. Gordon Ramsay, who? He must have
had some kind of reaction because Stiles started laughing, "is it good?"
He didn't even say anything, just made a noise but Stiles seemed to get the
idea. "I'll take that as a compliment," he said, chuckling.
Stiles' phone started ringing on the table, playing the song "Sweet Child O'
Mine" loudly.
"I'm gonna take a guess and say that's Isaac," Derek looked at him and Stiles
nodded.
"How you doin Baebulah?" Stiles asked as he answered the phone.
Derek could hear Isaac answer, "I'm okay, Mama. Are you?"
"Yeah, I'm good, baby. Don't worry," he said and Derek was happy to hear his
heartbeat stay steady.
Isaac let out a relieved sigh, "okay. Sorry, I just wanted to make sure. Class
was so boring without you. I think even Coach was kinda sad that he didn't have
anyone to pick on. Are you coming to the school tonight to check out that
thing?"
"Yeppo. I'll be there," Stiles said.
"Okay. I'll see you later, Mama," Isaac answered.
"Bye, baby," Stiles grinned, voice filled with adoration.
Jesus Christ, that was so cute. Derek couldn't help feeling his heart warm up.
Despite Isaac being a Beta (and mated to Cora), Stiles took him in as if he
were his child. Isaac's father had been verbally abusive and even hit him a few
times. It made sense that Stiles, with the sort of childhood he'd had, would
have such a strong bond with him.
It always astounded everyone how Stiles could go from a total idiot to a
protective mother in less than a second. Derek knew now that it was likely due
to Stiles being a Delta but, he felt even if Stiles wasn't one, he'd still act
the same way.
The kid was a genius, kind and caring, brave and willful and absolutely the
most amazing thing ever.
"Dude, what?" Stiles let out a confused chuckle and Derek realised he was
grinning.
"You are adorable," he said and watched the blush spread across the teen's
face.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I am a fearsome beast of nature," he
said, pursing his lips and crossing his arms.
"Mm, yes. The wild Stiles. Spits venomous sarcasm when provoked. Handle with
caution," Derek said, pulling Stiles' chair close.
Stiles snorted, "that was literally the best description of me I have ever
heard."
Bright honey-hazel eyes made Derek still as Stiles looked up at him. Derek
would never get tired of seeing them. Stiles mentioned once that he sees things
in numbers and symbols and words. While people look at the big details, Stiles
looks at the small ones. His mind never stopped and Derek loved watching the
teen figure out things faster than anyone else.
Even at that very moment, Stiles' eyes held the ever-present curiosity and
inquisitiveness that never faltered.
"What are you thinking about?" Derek finally asked.
Stiles seemed a little surprised at the question, "a lotta things."
"Like what?"
"Like the statistics and chances of being assigned to you when you're already
my Alpha. How I managed to get from Brooklyn and end up here. What's the Pack
gonna think when they find out? What am I gonna say to Scott? Just, a lotta
things," he said, eyes straying before returning to Derek. "Also that you still
haven't called in sick."
"Oh, shit," Derek huffed as he grabbed his phone, releasing Stiles. Derek
didn't even need an actual job, he had more than enough money. He just liked
having something to do other than Pack related things.
After some quick coaching by Stiles on how to sound sick, Derek called up the
somewhat pissed off owner of the auto shop. Thankfully, Stiles was a great
actor and bestowed his knowledge unto Derek which led the 'wolf to effectively
fool his boss.
Derek made a mental note to keep in mind how easy it was for Stiles to trick
someone like that, lest it be used on him. Despite being able to hear a
person's heartbeat and tell when they were lying, Stiles knew how to cheat the
"Werewolf System." He knew the exact way to derail a conversation or avoid
giving answers that would definitely be a lie.
If you asked him a 'yes' or 'no' question such as, "are you okay?" He would
answer with something like, "not too bad." Stiles would never admit that he was
not okay but, if he said 'yes,' he would be caught in a lie.
It was something Derek had picked up on recently, even before the file. If
someone asked a personal question, Stiles deflected it in a way no one would
notice. People perceived him as an open book, yet no one had actually read the
pages. Besides Derek at least.
Derek wondered how hard it must be for Stiles, to keep all those secrets
secret; to never tell anyone anything. How hard is it having to listen to other
people complain about totally insignificant things while never uttering a word
about his own problems?
He looked up to see the teen gripping his shoulder lightly with one hand while
sipping from a cup of coffee with the other still shaky hand. It seemed like he
hadn't even known until he paused, noticing Derek's gaze.
"Is there anything they can do to fix it?" Derek asked.
Stiles gave a tight-lipped, sad smile, "no, it healed around the piece of the
knife. They said it would have to be a total replacement; collarbone, shoulder
blade, everything. Then there's still the issue of the muscle damage. They said
while it would relieve the pain, it would only be able to function at about 60%
of what it already is." He shook his head, "I'm gonna keep going till I can't
anymore. I'd rather be in pain but able to do stuff than be free of pain but
NOT be able to do stuff."
Derek clenched his jaw hard. If someone had treated him right away, they
probably would have been able to fix it. Now, Stiles had to suffer yet another
thing, because of their negligence. Hadn't the kid been through enough?
"Hey," Stiles gave a cheeky grin. "It could always be worse," he said,
shrugging.
Derek couldn't believe it. How could someone, who had endured so much pain and
tragedy in such a short life, be so positive? How could someone, who had been
through the worst humanity had to offer, who had been so mistreated still try
to put a smile on other people's faces?
"I was wrong about you," Derek said.
Stiles tilted his head in confusion, "what?"
"When I first met you, I thought you were this helpless, annoying human, who
was dumb enough to trespass and walk around the woods in the middle of the
night. The first time you talked back and didn't listen, I thought you were
just a disrespectful kid, who didn't care about what anyone else had to say,"
he said, stepping forward and grabbing the teen's hands.
"I was so wrong about you, and I'm sorry. You are the smartest, most caring
person I've ever met. You've dealt with things nobody should ever have to deal
with. I said some horrible things to you to try and get you out of the Pack
because I didn't think you could take care of yourself. I didn't want anything
to happen to you," he paused wondering if he should continue when he saw the
teen's eyes tearing up.
"Stiles, as soon as I met you, I knew you were supposed to be my mate. The
moment you walked away from me, every instinct told me to follow you. But, I
couldn't stand the thought of you getting hurt, so I tried to keep you out of
the way. But, you are the most stubborn person ever and I'm glad you are. I'm
glad you didn't leave. I enjoy every moment I'm around you, even when you're
ranting about video games or superheroes and I act like it's bothering me. It's
not, I love it and I don't ever want it to stop. I don't want you to be
reassigned. I want you to stay here and be mine."
"In simple terms that even I can understand, Stiles Stilinski, I love you, and
I don't want you to leave."
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I kinda imagine the little "magic shield" sort of like the Glamour
     from The Mortal Instruments series. I know it's a bit of a stretch
     but it's something I've thought a lot about to add it.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Some sad/angsty parts but also fluff. I love Melissa.
Derek regretted saying anything when the teen pulled his hands away, completely
silent. He had a cold look in his tear-filled eyes as he seemed to be scanning
Derek's face. It suddenly struck Derek as to what he was actually looking for.
Stiles was searching for an indication of a lie.
It was possible no one had ever said anything like that to Stiles or if they
had, it hadn't been sincere. Someone may have tried to manipulate him into
bonding. It was highly likely considering what some people would do to claim a
Delta.
It broke Derek's heart. He could practically see the battle the boy was having
between logic and emotions, the struggle of wanting to believe him but not
wanting to be hurt.
It felt like ages before the cold look turned to guilt as if he felt ashamed
for not believing Derek. He looked away, biting his lip, tears falling.
Derek could hear the teen's heartbeat speed up as he took a step closer and
lifted his chin. "Stiles, look at me," he said and there was a moment of
hesitation before honey hazel eyes full of pain and conflict, met his own.
All words disappeared and Derek let instinct take over, kissing Stiles and
praying he wasn't totally fucking up. Stiles was frozen for a moment before his
brain seemed to finally process what was happening and reciprocated, kissing
him back.
Shaky hands grabbed at his shirt like an anchor. Derek's own hands travelled to
the boy's waist as he revelled in the softness of his lips and the taste of
strawberries and vanilla. Arms wrapped around Derek's neck, pulling him down
further to deepen the kiss.
Neither wanted to stop but it seemed like they both forgot how to breathe
properly. When they separated, both were practically panting. Instead of pain,
Stiles' eyes were filled with something else: genuine happiness.
Biting his lip the way that drove Derek crazy, he nodded, "okay."
Confused, Derek asked, "what?"
"I'll stay. I don't wanna ask for reassignment," he said, once again scanning
Derek's face. This time he seemed to be looking for a sign of disapproval but
was instead met with a wide grin.
The teen giggled as Derek picked him up, swirling him around and kissing him
again. Derek had decided long ago that Stiles' laugh was one of his favourite
sounds and this only solidified his opinion.
He couldn't get enough of the boy; his scent, his eyes, his lips, his smile,
his silly little giggle, his horrible puns that made only himself laugh, his
kindness, his sassiness and stubbornness, his everything.
There was nothing Derek didn't love about him.
They spent the next two hours on the couch, kissing and cuddling with Stiles
practically on top of Derek while they watched a movie. Derek had noticed that
Stiles' fidgetting became more prevalent as time past.
He felt like slapping himself in the face for his stupidity when he realised
something. "When was the last time you took your medication?"
Stiles tensed above him slightly, shooting him a sheepish grin. "A day or
two..." he trailed off and Derek sat up abruptly, startling him.
"You don't take only Adderall though, you take other things as well, right?" he
asked, concerned. He didn't want Stiles going through another withdrawal.
Stiles groaned, "I hate them. They don't help, just make me feel sick. I don't
want to take them anymore."
"You can't just stop them suddenly, Red. THAT will make you sick. If I take you
to a different doctor, one who will actually listen to what you have to say and
not just give you more pills, will you take your medication in the meantime?"
he asked.
Stiles sighed heavily. "Fine," he said, letting his head fall against Derek's
chest.
"Are they at Scott's house?" Derek asked.
Stiles nodded, "yeah they're in a locked cabinet. Only Melissa has the code."
Derek pulled back slightly to see the teen's smirk. "Only Melissa?"
"I mean... did you really think a little lock is gonna get the best of me? It's
like too easy sometimes. I like a good challenge, every once in a while," he
said nonchalantly.
Derek paused for a moment, "three playing cards in a row. There is a two to the
right of a king. A diamond will be found to the left of a spade. An ace is to
the left of a heart. A heart is to the left of a spade. Now, name all three
cards."
"Ace of Diamonds, King of Hearts, Two of Spades," Stiles said, immediately.
Derek stared at him in awe. He hadn't figured that riddle on his own. Someone
had to tell him the answer.
With some reassurance that they could get milkshakes after getting Stiles'
medications, he was able to get the teen off the couch and in the car towards
Scott's house. On the way there, Derek asked more riddles to which Stiles
answered in less than a second, correct every time.
"I am taken from a mine, and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never
released, and yet I am used by almost everybody. What am I?"
"Pencil lead."
"What has a head and a tail, but no body?"
"A coin."
"He has married many women but has never been married. Who is he?"
"A priest."
"What is as light as a feather, but even the world's strongest man couldn't
hold it for more than a couple minutes?"
"His breath."
"How can someone go eight days without sleeping?"
"They sleep at night."
"Can you name four days that start with the letter 'T'?"
"Tuesday, Thursday, today, and tomorrow."
Derek thought and thought before he decided to use the longest riddle he knew,
"I have four questions.
One: How can we put an elephant in a refrigerator?
Two: How can we put a giraffe in the same refrigerator?
Three: The king of the jungle invites all the animals to a party. Everyone
comes, except for one animal. Which animal does not come to the party?
Four: You come to a crocodile-infested lake. You can't go around it, you can't
go under it and you can't go over it. How do you get across?"
Stiles answered immediately, "One: We open the door, put the elephant in the
refrigerator and close the door.
Two: We open the door, take the elephant out of the refrigerator, put the
giraffe in and close the door.
Three: The giraffe is the only animal who doesn't go to the party because he's
still in the refrigerator.
Four: You swim across the lake. All the crocodile are at the party,"
"Also, why the fuck would you ever put a giraffe or an elephant in a
refrigerator?" Stiles chuckled.
Meanwhile, Derek was absolutely speechless. He'd asked that riddle to Lydia,
who he thought was one of the smartest people he had ever met, and even she had
to write out the whole thing and took almost half an hour to figure it out.
Stiles did it in a matter of seconds.
"How do you do that?" Derek questioned, still somewhat in shock.
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked.
"How do you solve things so fast?" Derek asked, glancing over at Stiles, who
had sunken low in his chair with his knees up and his worn out Converse resting
on the dashboard.
He shrugged slightly, "I just hear or see stuff and it will just click into
place."
"What do you mean?" Derek was confused.
Stiles shifted, "It's either common sense and logicality or... something I
really don't know how to explain. When I look at someone, there are little
things that my brain focuses on who they are. I can tell where they're from,
where they slept last night, how many people live with them, if they're having
an affair, if they're dangerous and should be avoided," he got very quiet.
Derek pondered for a moment, "that guy a month or two ago, the one in the pack
from Arizona. You hesitated before shaking his hand and you didn't want any of
us going near him. Did you see something that made you not like him?"
Stiles nodded, "as soon as he walked in, I got a bad feeling. The first thing I
do when I meet someone is, look at their eyes. I only have to do it once and it
tells me whether or not they're safe. I've been around enough monsters to know
one when I see one. Most of them are human.
The moment I saw him I had the words 'narcissist, liar, and sexual predator'
show up. Obviously, that last one is enough to put anyone on edge. I later
talked to another Beta from that pack and she told me that he's constantly
trying to get in women's beds and gets aggressive when he doesn't get what he
wants. I know everyone in our Pack can take care of themselves but, I'm always
going to worry. No matter what."
"Does that happen with every person you meet?" Derek asked.
Again, Stiles nodded, "yeah. Doesn't say the same thing about everyone but that
always happens. Scott wasn't the first person I met in Beacon Hills but he was
the first I felt okay with. We were in gym class, it was my first day at
school. I didn't have a gym locker yet so I pretty much just had to sit and
watch the class because I couldn't change.
I saw Scott over in the corner, lookin like he was about to drop at any moment.
Eventually, Coach had some pity on him and let him sit out. He tried to
introduce himself but with the asthma and all, it was just wheezing sounds,"
Stiles said fondly, "I saw the words, 'immature, nice, and loser' and helped
him find his inhaler. I saw he had a Superman sticker on the side of it and we
got into a debate on who was better; Superman or Batman and in my mind, I was
like, 'this is now your friend. Stick by him, he's alright.' And since then we
haven't separated."
Derek looked over to see Stiles grinning over the happy memory. He'd always
wondered how the two had come across each other. Curiosity won over him and he
asked the question he had been thinking about, "what did you see when you met
me?"
Stiles shifted uncomfortably. "I uh... well it um, it said," he paused, sighing
deeply. "It said, 'misjudged, betrayed, and... mate.'"
Derek thanked the high heavens they had reached a traffic light just as Stiles
said that or he would have slammed on his brakes in the middle of the road.
"You knew we were mates right from the beginning?" he asked in utter disbelief,
"why didn't you say anything?!"
"I seem to recall you admitting to doing the same exact thing, just a couple
hours ago," Stiles shot back, defensively.
"I thought it would keep you safe!" Derek exclaimed, growing angrier as Stiles
stayed silent, pressing himself against the door as far away from Derek as
physically possible. When the traffic light turned green, Derek drove forward
enough to dodge the other vehicles as he pulled over to the dirt edge of the
road.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Derek asked again, his tone more pointed. The
boy's body was completely tensed and his scent changed to cinnamon. He was
pissed. His jaw was clenched and he looked out the window, refusing to face
Derek.
Very suddenly, the anger seemed to drain out. He slumped back against the
chair, drawing his knees closer to himself. The scent of caramel replaced the
cinnamon. Derek never noticed that particular scent until a few weeks ago. It
only happened when Stiles seemed sad. He now knew it was actually him suffering
from bad thoughts and memories.
Derek turned to face him. "Stiles?" he asked very gently, knowing that Stiles
tended to be emotionally fragile in this sort of state.
"It was easier to cope," the teen answered quietly.
"What?"
Stiles still wasn't facing him but Derek could see a pained look from the side.
"I thought you hated me," he said, "when I joined the Pack and even months
after that, you acted like you absolutely despised me. It's rare that a Delta
finds their True Mate. We're usually either sold off or killed before we can
meet them. Sometimes, a True Mate will reject a Delta because of what they are
or for some other reason.
I found out that if a Delta in a pack had a True Mate also in the pack if they
were rejected, all bonds with the other members would be severed. I never said
anything because I thought you hated me and if I told you and you rejected me,
my bonds to the others would break. I couldn't stand the thought of that
happening so I just ignored the pain and said nothing."
The guilt Derek always felt when thinking about the things he did and said to
Stiles in those months hit him hard.
"Today was the first time it stopped hurting since I met you."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"It's physically painful for a Delta to be around their True Mate but unbonded
to them. Any sort of rejection, even if it isn't a full one, hurts. Anytime you
said something, it felt like my Delta marking was being stabbed by hundreds of
needles," he bit his lip as if trying to stop himself from saying more. "There
was one day, you called me while I was at home and said, 'we don't need you.
You'll just get in the way.' I wasn't even near you but it felt like someone
injected acid into my veins. It hurt," he said the last part quietly as if he
was shameful.
Derek felt like the absolute worst person in the whole world for making this
poor kid, who had been through Hell and back, suffer even more.
Honey hazel eyes finally met his. He expected to see anger and bitterness, but
there was none. "I don't blame you at all," Stiles said with a sad smile, "I
know now that you were only trying to help. You never intended for that to
happen. I have no reason to hold anything against you."
Derek again questioned how someone who had been so hurt, be so forgiving? "I'm
so sorry. For everything I did, everything I said," he felt his chest tighten
as he looked down in shame.
A soft hand laid down on his clenched fist. "Don't do the self-pitying thing.
You still owe me a milkshake, and I expect lots of cuddling later," Stiles
said, his usual snarkiness having fully returned in a matter of seconds. The
scent of caramel dissipated, replaced by Derek's favourite fragrance:
strawberries and vanilla.
Derek restarted the car, merging back onto the road before lacing his fingers
through Stiles'. "As many as you want," he promised and was greeted with a wide
grin.
"I will hold you to that," the boy said.
They drove the remainder of the way discussing how they would tell the Pack
while the radio broadcasted an extremely overplayed song. Derek still felt some
guilt lingering in the back of his mind, but Stiles had seemingly recovered
from his fragile state, putting Derek's conscience slightly more at ease.
They arrived at Scott's house, surprised to see Melissa's car in the driveway.
Stiles nearly fell over when the door swung open while he was in the midst of
unlocking it with the key hidden in the underside of a potted plant.
Melissa stood in the doorway, arms crossed with an unhappy look on her face.
"You have a lot of explaining to do," she said, waving her finger at Stiles
before noticing Derek. She seemed slightly confused but moved to the side to
let them enter, Stiles hanging his head in shame.
Derek was surprised by how honest Stiles was with her. He told her everything.
Melissa was very visibly upset when he mentioned his relapse.
"Scott told me," she said before uttering the phrase every child had hated
hearing, "I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed."
Stiles apologised over and over again but owned up to what he had done without
attempting an excuse. It was one of the things Derek loved about Stiles. He
knew when he made a mistake and usually admitted it. Getting out of trouble in
school: a completely different story. The boy had mastered the skill of
improvisation and could give a completely fabricated explanation without
batting an eye and could remember exactly what he said so if questioned again,
he could give the same report.
His twitching had become almost nonstop and after some more chastisement, he
was freed and Melissa unlocked the cabinet for him to grab his medications. He
and Derek agreed on the way to Scott's that Stiles would move in as per the
requirements of assignments. They would still have to report to the town hall
on Thursday and pretend like they'd never met before.
Derek had the foresight to bring the papers Melissa needed to sign and after
fetching them from the car, Melissa began to fill them out. She looked up at
him while Stiles was retrieving his essentials. "You'll take care of him,
right?"
Derek nodded, "absolutely."
She tried to keep tears in as she finished signing the documents, handing them
over to Derek. She also wrote down her number and gave it to him. "In case
either of you need anything," she said and Derek accepted it with gratitude.
She really was an extraordinary lady.
Stiles returned soon with his school bag and a small bag of clothing. They
would be back sometime later in the week to collect his other things.
True to his word, when they left, Derek took Stiles to get milkshakes.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Schools, feelings, info, and FINALLY SMUT
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Trigger warning for transphobia (pretty much explaining the history of Deltas)
and mentions of gender dysphoria. But also a bit of SMUT in the chapter. Just a
taste of what's tp come. Puns completely intended.
 
They drove around for several hours, waiting for dark when they would need to
be at the school. They both knew Beacon Hills so well it was almost as if they
built it themselves, so they instead went further out of town to a place Stiles
had never seen.
Derek would be lying if he said he wasn't having trouble paying attention to
driving while Stiles absentmindedly chewed on the straw of his milkshake. There
was no sound it was more about the way Stiles' lips wrapped around it while he
stared out the window, watching the world pass.
Stiles, of course, knew Derek was looking at him. The milkshake had thinned
with the warmth and Stiles, knowing Derek was watching, took a sip but moved
the straw in the midst, letting a drop of the white liquid roll down from his
lips.
Using one of his fingers, he wiped it off and brought it to his mouth, cleaning
it off with his tongue before sucking on it slightly, giving Derek a full show.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Derek's jaw clench and his hands gripped
the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles turned white.
When night began to fall, they headed back to Beacon Hills. Any confidence
Stiles had gained from his little display evaporated the moment he thought
about having to face Scott.
"It's going to be fine, Stiles. Relax," Derek said, catching onto the teen's
anxiety.
Stiles looked at him doubtfully, "I don't know. We both take promises super
seriously. I won't be surprised if he never trusts a single thing I say ever
again."
"He's a werewolf. He can hear when someone lies," Derek said.
Stiles shook his head, "there's a difference between lying and breaking a
promise. If I had made the promise, but fully intended on using again, that
would have been a lie. I planned on keeping my word but... obviously, that
didn't happen," he said, somewhat bitterly.
Pulling into the school's parking lot, Stiles hesitated to get out of the car.
He took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping out, Derek at his
side. They walked towards the outdoor field, Derek interlaced his hand with
Stiles', giving a reassuring squeeze when they saw several of the others under
the field's lights. They parted before entering the gates.
Isaac visibly restrained himself from tackling Stiles, instead, hugging him
tightly. Derek watched them whisper something to each other. When they
separated, Stiles reached up to run his fingers through Isaac's hair
affectionately, fixing a misplaced curl. Laura informed them they had seen the
creature enter the school less than five minutes before they came.
Scott, Allison, Ethan, and Danny hadn't arrived yet, so the ones who were
currently there decided how to break up the groups. Once they arrived, they
split into groups of four: Isaac, Cora, Erica, and Boyd; Lydia, Jackson, Laura,
and Peter; Danny, Ethan, Aiden, and Kira; and Derek, Stiles, Allison, and Scott
as the final group.
Before breaking up, Danny and Stiles snuck into the office, accessing the
security cameras to loop their footage for an hour to hide the Pack's presence
within the school.
Assigned the cafeteria and top floor of the school, Allison obviously noticed
the tension between Scott and Stiles as they walked down, shooting Derek a
questioning look to which the Alpha only shook his head. Her confusion only
escalated when Scott pulled the younger boy into the bathroom of the cafeteria.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"They're probably talking about what happened," Derek said, trying to play
dumb.
She nodded and they began to scour the kitchen with the aid of flashlights. Ten
minutes later, the two boys entered, both wiping their eyes suspiciously but
Derek was happy to see them standing close enough to brush against each other.
Searching the kitchen, Stiles pointed to the walk-in refrigerator for someone
to check while he looked in the tray room. Scott pressed his ear against the
door, listening for anything inside. Despite hearing nothing, Scott locked it
anyway. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary so after a while, they made their
way to the top floor.
Searching the rooms, the stench of rotten meat filled the hallways as they
attempted to find the source. Derek felt his blood freeze when he heard the
sound of Stiles crying out after he entered a utility closet.
Allison, being the closest one to the room, ripped open the door, pausing for a
moment as Derek and Scott reached the room. Stiles lay on the ground with what
looked like a mass of fatty skin on top of him.
"I would really appreciate some assistance in getting this shit off of me,"
Stiles said exasperatedly as he tried to push the skin away.
The stench of the rotted meat had Scott gagging while Derek pulled Stiles out
from underneath. The teen was covered in blood and other unmentionable fluids,
his clothing completely ruined. The flesh on the ground began to bubble
alarmingly and they managed to slam the door shut before the sound of a small
explosion echoed through the hallway.
Waiting a moment before opening the door again, the splattered mess began to
seemingly evaporate, smoking and hissing. In a matter of seconds, all that was
left was Stiles' flashlight on the ground.
The remains covering Stiles did not do the same and the teen disappeared into
the bathroom to try and clean it off as much as possible. A very grumpy Stiles
emerged several minutes later, clothes soaking wet from the sink.
Thankfully, he hadn't been wearing his beloved red sweater but lifting his leg
he shouted, "IT BURNED A FUCKING HOLE IN MY SHOE!"
Looking over, it had indeed burned a hole right through the sole of his
Converse. "Of course, of fucking course. Its gotta eat through fucking rubber.
Won't go through steal no, no its gotta go through RUBBER. Great!" he stomped
his foot, pouting like a petulant child and slapped Scott's shoulder when the
Beta laughed.
"You don't smell though, so that's good," Scott said, trying to pull himself
together.
Always one for innuendoes, Stiles tugged on his drenched shirt saying, "I'm wet
and NOT IN THE GOOD WAY." He huffed, still pouting, "at least we can go home
now."
"We still have a couple minutes though. And, now we know it's here," Allison
said.
Stiles shook his head, "that's what happens when it dies. It turns into a pile
of skin and breaks down. Unless it had babies or something, which I highly
doubt because it only lays eggs in salt water, we're done and don't even have
to clean up," he paused, looking down at himself, "well... I have to clean up."
Sending a quick text to the other groups, they started on their way back to the
field, Stiles complaining the whole time. He groaned when they reached the
gravel patch, not wanting to walk over it with his dysfunctional shoe.
Having pity on the boy, (and also just trying to get him to stop whining) Derek
picked him up, carrying him across and grimacing as his own shirt got wet. He
felt proud when Scott smiled at him, satisfied that his best friend was being
treated kindly.
Stiles frowned when Derek placed him down again as they neared the field, but
gave him a small peck on the cheek to show his appreciation.
"Had a good time, Stiles?" Jackson asked, taking in the younger boy's ruined
clothes.
"Abso-fuckin-lutely," Stiles said with an extremely fake cheery smile, "can't
you tell how damn happy I am?" he asked, through his clenched teeth.
Sharing information, Ethan stated they had found a trail of destruction in the
locker room that they straightened up and Danny had gone ahead without Stiles
and wiped the footage from every camera to hide evidence of anything ever
happening.
Derek hadn't noticed the temperature had dropped until he felt Stiles shivering
next to him. Not surprising considering his clothes were damp. Derek held his
arm out, creating a space for the teen to huddle close against him, drawing
several looks from the others.
Peter, the bastard, had an amused look on his face as he tried (and failed) to
suppress a smirk. Derek remembered what Stiles had said about Peter, betting on
them and he gritted his teeth.
He didn't want his damn uncle to get that money.
The Pack parted ways again, this time heading to their own homes and calling it
a night. Stiles' teeth began to chatter as he and Derek walked back to the car,
leading the 'wolf to blast the heat, despite his own discomfort.
Music played on the radio and Derek could see Stiles moping, staring sadly at
his destroyed shoe. "We'll get you a new pair tomorrow, after school. You
brought another pair from Scott's house so you're good until then," Derek said.
Stiles slumped in his chair, groaning loudly, "UUUUUUGGHHH."
Derek looked over at him, eyebrows raised, "problem?"
"Do I have to go?" Stiles whined.
"Yes, you have to go. You missed today, I'm not gonna let you fall behind in
class," Derek said.
Stiles snorted, rolling his eyes. "What?" Derek asked, trying to keep his tone
cool. He hated when someone rolled their eyes at him.
"There are very few things I'm actually good at; academics is one of them. I
skip all the time, but I've gotten perfect scores on every test, every essay, I
turn in my homework, I don't need to be there," Stiles said.
Derek listened for any sign of a lie, but couldn't find one. If Stiles had said
this when they first met, he wouldn't have believed it. Now, it didn't surprise
him. The kid was smart as Hell. "You're going tomorrow, Stiles," Derek said
absolutely. He wasn't about to let his attendance slip anymore.
Stiles realised quickly it was futile to argue on this topic and sulked all the
way home.
Entering the House, Stiles turned to Derek. "Can I take a shower?" he asked.
The tone of his voice sounded like he expected Derek to say no.
"Of course," he said, leading the boy up to their bathroom and showing him the
controls for the temperature of the water before leaving him be.
Derek remembered what Stiles said about Deltas being "self-cleaning" but he
didn't blame the teen for wanting a shower after his encounter with shlopped
off skin. He realised it was a perfect time to actually do his research on
Deltas. He hadn't had the chance to do it before.
Returning to the living room, he started to search information on his computer.
As he read, he began to think Deltas were probably one of the most interesting
and, certainly, the most tragic beings in the world.
'A Delta can anatomically change their biological sex at will. A Delta
presenting as a male may choose to possess female genitalia despite already
having a uterus, as all Deltas do. They may choose to be hermaphroditic or
"intersex" possessing characteristics of both male and female genitalia. Many
Deltas suffer from gender dysphoria and feel abnormal compared to the rest of
the population.
The unfortunate history of persecution has undoubtedly influenced this idea of
isolation. Viewed as abominations by many, Deltas tend to hide their identities
out of fear of prejudice. Several claim public situations are emotionally and
psychologically exhausting. The constant paranoia of being found, force many to
avoid social interaction.'
Derek wondered for a moment if maybe this contributed to Stiles' anxiety of
socialising. The article went on to talk about how Deltas are more likely to
suffer from mental illness, almost seventy-eight percent being diagnosed with
some form of depression.
'Many believe a Delta's sole purpose in life is to please an Alpha and bear
children. Occasionally, if mistreated or abused, a Delta will rebel against
their natural instinct to submit. It is physically painful to do so. There have
been five documented cases of a Delta resisting a Dominant's Voice.'
Looking back on the fight Stiles had with the Alpha, Jason, Derek wondered if
it hurt Stiles to refuse to sit down. He couldn't help but feel proud of the
boy, who refused to give into an order to do something he didn't want to do,
against his very nature.
Reading on, the article explained the history of Deltas in depth, describing in
gruesome detail the horrors of the near genocide they faced. It sickened Derek
to think about it. It always confused him as to why someone could be viewed as
"less than." Racism and sexism baffled him in school, to the point where he
took a psychology course in college in an effort to understand the reasoning
behind it.
It still confused him to this day.
Nearing the end of the article, it took a very sudden turn. It began to explain
the bodily functions of a Delta other than their ability to change their sex.
Before he could read it, Stiles entered the room, hair damp from his shower. He
wore pyjama pants the donned several comic book-style exclamations like 'BANG'
and 'POW.' Derek found his geekiness adorable and then he realised Stiles was
wearing one of his shirts.
"I hope you don't mind. It looked comfy and it smells like you," he said.
Derek decided he wouldn't mind if Stiles wore every single article of clothing
he owned. The sight of it on him had his wolf howling with possessiveness. It
was too big for Stiles, the sleeves passing his hands and the hem of it
reaching his thighs and Derek loved it.
Noticing Derek's reaction, Stiles smirked, spinning slowly to give Derek a bit
of a show. "Like it?" he asked smugly.
Clenching his jaw, Derek looked away and said, "I'm gonna make dinner. Are you
okay with chicken?"
Derek might have been misreading but Stiles seemed somewhat disappointed.
"Yeah, sure. Chicken's fine," he said flatly.
"You still have homework, right?" he asked and Stiles grimaced, nodding. "Come
to the kitchen table and do it while I make dinner," Derek said.
While cooking, Derek glanced over at the teen frequently. It was no secret that
Stiles was easily distracted so it didn't surprise Derek to see him looking
around the room or trying to fix the bent ring of his school binder. What did
surprise him was all the while Stiles wasn't paying attention, he never once
stopped writing.
The boy was looking down at something in his lap and Derek practically snorted
when he realised, Stiles was watching a video on his phone.
"I thought you were supposed to be doing homework," Derek said, making the teen
jump.
"I am," Stiles replied curtly, waving his paper in the air without looking at
him.
"You can't watch a video and do homework at the same time," Derek said,
eyebrows raised at the sharpness of the response.
"(I) can watch a video and do homework at the same time. I read the questions,
I know the answers, I can write without focusing on it," he said dismissively.
The Alpha part of Derek did not like the attitude, but he kept himself under
control and instead took the paper from the boy's hand. He was absolutely
shocked to find the handwriting was immaculate; perfectly straight on the lines
and even, despite Stiles not even looking at it while writing.
Derek had taken a Forensics class in high school, during one of the units, they
analysed handwriting. The way Stiles wrote his 'g's and 'y's were typically
feminine but the consistency in his lettering was amazing.
In flawless cursive, Stiles gave incredibly detailed and in-depth answers. The
flow of his words made Derek wonder if Stiles was a writer. It would make sense
considering his wording of his responses.
Looking up at the teen, Derek was faced with pursed lips and a raised eyebrow,
the typical look for Stiles when he was not in a good mood and someone was
bothering him. It irritated Derek somewhat but it didn't take away from how
blown away he was.
"You are absolutely amazing," he said, and Stiles' challenging look
disappeared, being replaced with a bright blush.
Handing the paper back and returning to cooking out of concern of burning it,
Derek continued to keep an eye on the boy as he worked through assignment after
assignment with little difficulty. He had forgotten that Stiles was moved up a
grade and it made sense to him now as to why that was.
Finishing dinner, Derek served it and they sat together watching the video
Stiles was watching. Derek was the one not paying attention now, instead, he
was focusing on how his shirt draped the teen's shoulders.
Stiles most likely noticed his staring as he stretched in his chair. He was
surprisingly flexible, back stretching elegantly and arms extended, head
leaning back to expose his neck. Pretending like nothing happened, he returned
to the video.
Derek was getting frustrated, the constant flirting and the fact that Stiles
was covered in his scent was testing his self-control. He was struggling
against his wolf and instinct to mark and claim and the frustration was
building.
Once the video was over, they cleared their plates, Stiles immediately washing
the dishes, shooing off Derek when he tried to help, claiming since Derek
cooked he should do something in return.
The domesticity of it all felt foreign to Derek. His past relationships (after
Kate) never lasted more than two or three months. For nearly a year before he
met Stiles, the thought of living with a partner was not appealing. Now, the
idea of waking up next to Stiles was something he wanted.
The teen entered the living room a couple minutes later, sleeves rolled up to
prevent them from getting wet. Turning on a movie, Stiles climbed onto his lap.
Derek quickly realised that's something Stiles did quite often. He liked to sit
in people's laps. Derek had seen it with Scott, with Isaac, with Danny, even
Allison and Lydia (who didn't seem to mind at all.) They just accepted it
without complaint and let him stay.
Seeing Stiles sitting in PETER'S lap made Derek nearly lose his shit as his
uncle just winked at him and held onto Stiles' waist, pretending he was trying
to prevent him from falling. Peter's lap seemed to be one of Stiles' favourite
laps to sit in but now he had a feeling it was just to make him jealous.
It fucking worked.
The teen resting against his chest shifted, snuggling closer and bringing Derek
back to the present. He continued to shift, trying to find a comfortable
position. Derek had to grip the boy's hips to keep him in place, trying to
suppress his "problem."
Obviously, Stiles knew exactly what he was doing and Derek found himself being
straddled, honey hazel eyes blown wide flickered from his eyes to his lips.
Kissing him roughly, Derek pulled Stiles in closer, revelling in the little
gasp he drew out of the teen by biting his lip.
Stiles rocked his hips, grinding down and moaning softly against his mouth. The
teen slid out of his grasp, dropping to his knees between Derek's legs. The
werewolf growled as Stiles mouthed at the clothed bulge in his jeans.
"Can I, please?" Stiles asked, reaching for the fly of Derek's trousers. With a
nod of approval, he unzipped him, nimble fingers dipping down and pulling
Derek's restrained erection free.
His eyes widened as he was faced with Derek's size. His hand barely wrapped
around it, only connected by the very tips of his fingers. Looking up at Derek,
he asked, "how the fuck do you find pants that fit?"
Derek snorted, "with great difficulty," he said, taking one of Stiles' lines.
Stiles chuckled as he licked a stripe along the underside of his cock,
following the thick vein. Wrapping his lips around the head, he ran his tongue
over the slit, earning a groan from the older man.
Taking an inch more into his mouth had Derek running his hand through Stiles'
hair. "Don't choke yourself," he said.
The teen looked at him, raising an eyebrow and a look in his eyes as if he'd
just been challenged. It confused Derek for a moment until he nearly had a
brain aneurysm when Stiles suddenly took him entirely down his throat, all the
way to the base without a single gag.
Stiles began to bob his head, letting out a moan when Derek fisted his hair,
sending vibrations that made the 'wolf jerk. Stiles suddenly stopped, through
his lashes, he looked up at Derek innocently.
He tilted his head, leaning into Derek's touch and tapping his thigh. It took
Derek a moment to realise Stiles was letting him take control.
He fucked into his mouth, making Stiles jolt forward to support himself by
holding onto Derek's thighs. He somehow managed to continue sucking while Derek
thrust roughly, growling. He slowed down occasionally to appreciate Stiles'
lips stretched around his cock before returning to his punishing pace.
Stiles' brows were furrowed and his eyes watered, he didn't gag but no doubt
his jaw ache. Werewolf stamina. Derek pulled him off every now and again to let
him quickly catch his breath.
Feeling himself getting close, he tried to pull Stiles off again but instead,
the teen shook his head, bobbing up and down, sucking hard. Derek came with a
snarl, Stiles swallowing every bit of it. Leaning back, Stiles was breathless
as he tucked the werewolf back into his jeans.
Derek yanked the boy onto the couch, pinning him down and attacking his neck.
He blushed bright red, shifting underneath him before keening when Derek slid a
hand down his pyjama pants, wrapping a hand around him.
It didn't take long to push Stiles over the edge with Deltas being far more
sensitive than normal people. The teen shouted, back arching and let out a high
pitched whine as his whole body shivered.
The scent of strawberries and vanilla filled Derek's senses and he nuzzled
against the younger's throat, kissing the marks he sucked into the smooth skin.
"You okay?" Derek asked. Stiles nodded, looking not quite fully present. "Let's
get you cleaned up and changed," Derek said.
"Um," Stiles blushed, voice hoarse, "don't need to." Avoiding Derek's confused
look, Stiles continued, "Deltas don't have a need for that kind of stuff. We
don't produce... uhn, yeah."
Derek snorted, Stiles was cute when he blushed. Even more so with his hair
dishevelled and his lips, a dark red colour. Lifting the teen up, he carried
him to their bed, making sure to lay him down on the side that wouldn't hurt
his shoulder.
Stiles whined when Derek let go of him to strip off his clothing, making him
chuckle. Climbing into bed, Stiles immediately curled against him, revelling in
the body heat of the werewolf.
He fell asleep quickly, faster than any other occasion he could remember. Derek
carded his fingers through the sleeping teen's hair, double checking his alarms
were on so Stiles would wake up for school. He was definitely going to be
dealing with a lot of complaining but, he didn't mind.
Stiles would probably be exhausted tomorrow. He'd had three emotional
breakdowns in the same day. One during Derek's confession, another in the car
with his own confession of knowing they were mates (though he managed to keep
himself from crying) and the third being the heart to heart with Scott at the
school that he still needed to ask Stiles about.
He was just happy the two seemed as close as they were before: as close as
brothers.
Derek was absolutely going to spoil him tomorrow when taking him shopping.
Stiles was notorious in the Pack for refusing to let others pay for him. It
surprised Derek he even allowed him to buy the milkshake. There was bound to be
some resistance, but Derek wasn't gonna let that stop him from pampering the
boy.
Lord knows the kid deserved to be coddled after everything he'd dealt with and
Derek was Hellbent on making that happened
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