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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent/
      Scott_McCall, Kate_Argent/Derek_Hale
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski, Scott
      McCall, Allison_Argent, Kate_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_References, Rape_Aftermath, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Stockholm
      Syndrome, Mpreg, Alternate_Universe_-_Dark
  Series:
      Part 2 of Chosen_but_Unclaimed
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-06 Updated: 2012-07-12 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1672
****** Corrupted and Unbroken ******
by aliceoflegend
As he wakes up the first thing his mind screams is, RUN. Over and over, RUN,
RUN, RUN, DON'T STOP JUST RUN.
 
And so, Stiles picks up his aching body and does just that, he doesn't care
that he's half naked or dirty and he doesn't stop to get dressed. He just
starts to run- stumbling at first and then faster and faster, he runs as quick
and as far as he can, he doesn’t stop till he reaches the hospital. Stiles
doesn’t even know what he’s doing there or how long it took him to get there,
because all he can focus on is what he’s trying not to think about.
Stiles doesn’t want to think about what just happened to him, tries not to to
feel the warmth of Peter’s hands on him , of the slimy sensation of
unmentionables sliding down his leg and pooling in his shoe, the burn of parts
he’s never thought about before or the sting of claw marks on his neck and
sides. He tries not to think about how he looks, how out of breath he is or how
dirty and sweaty, tries not to look anyone in the eyes as he walks past them,
but Stiles doesn’t turn as his name is called, he can't- he has to keep
running. Stiles doesn’t stop until he’s at Lydia’s bedside, where he sits down
next to her and just watches her breathing in and out, in and out, until
suddenly there’s a sharp prick in the side of his neck and the world fuzzes out
again and turns to grey.
When Stiles wakes up, this time, it’s more of a gradual thing, he can hear his
father’s snores and the comfort of blankets wrapped loosely around his body and
the smell of his axe body soap in the air and he breathes it in, with a sigh of
relief, it was just a nightmare he thinks, it was all just a nightmare. And
with a smile on his face he drifts off to sleep again, naturally for the first
time he can remember, and this time the blackness isn’t so scary it’s warm and
nice and normal, and that’s how it’s suppose to be.
The next thing Stiles knows for sure is that he’s dreaming. That being said,
Stiles also knows that just because you’re dreaming, it doesn’t make it any
less real.
Stiles can feel Peter inside of him, ripping him apart again, and it’s
different this time because instead of being on his stomach he’s on his back
and Stiles legs are wrapped tight around Peter, while he holds Stiles’ arms
above his head and Stiles is moaning like a slut at the feel of the alpha’s
knot swelling inside of him. Nodding in agreement as Peter tells him what a
good boy he’s being, how pretty he is, and beautiful Stiles’ skin is spread out
underneath Peter, and all Stiles can do is lean into Peter’s caresses and his
whispering. All he wantsto do is arch into his alpha because Stiles likes it,
he likes being held down and fucked open, loves the feel of Peter’s cock
swelling inside of him, moves into it like a love starved puppy being pet for
the first time.
All Stiles wants now is to touch Peter back, to make him happy, so he tries to
pull his arms out of Peter’s grip, but the alpha doesn’t like that and growls
at Stiles before tightening his hold on Stiles’ wrists and uses the other to
slap his across the face. You’re being a bad boy Stiles, Peter says as his eyes
start to glow red above him and he trusts harder into Stiles and you know what
happens to bad boys, the alpha’s teeth start to lengthen and his words start to
get more and more careful, more prononsted,They. Get. Punished.
And then Peter’s mouth is opening impossibly wide, filled with more teeth then
a shark’s mouth, making Stiles whimper and look away, turning his head to the
side and squeezing his eyes shut and waits for those too sharp teeth to rip his
throat out but it never comes, instead his head rattles as Peter starts to
shake him.
“STILES! STILES! Wake up, son! Wake up you’re safe now.” And when Stiles turns
his head and opens his eyes it’s not Peter’s glowing red orbs he sees, but his
father’s pale blue worried ones. “It was just a dream Stiles, you’re safe now.”
He says. Stiles looks around he realizes that he’s not in his room, he’s in the
hospital, and it’s not Peter holding him down, it’s the restraints connected to
the hospital bed. His father is leaning over him, sitting in the chair next to
him holding his hand and Ms. McCall is standing in the corner with her mouth in
a comically wide O and blinking out tears of her eyes.
“Why- Why am I tied down?” The words spilled out of Stiles’ mouth by their own
accord, and once he starts he can’t seem to stop, “Did something happen? Why am
I in the hospital? What’s going on? Why is Ms. McCall here, is Scott okay? Is
Allison? Why am I strapped down?” And Stiles starts to panic, when no one
answers him and the answers all start to flood back to him. The forest, Peter,
the-  no that didn't happen, It was just a nightmare, it didn't happen.
"Stiles, Look at me, Look at me, Stiles!" And Stiles turns his attention away
from the noise in his head and toward his father. "Stiles, you're having a
panic attack, I need you to calm down Stiles, son you need to breathe." And
that's when Stiles realizes that he is indeed hyperventilating, but he can't
stop, he's trapped, trapped just like he was under Peter's body and he's
pulling at his hands, he has to get free, get away, has to get away.And
suddenly he is free and he's rubbing his wrists, and rocking back an forth in
his bed. Arms wrapped around his legs tight to his body, huh, when did that
happen?
 
"Stiles, Honey, are you okay?" That's Ms. McCall talking now, Stiles
thinks,when did she get here? That's before things start to get clearer, she
was here when he woke up, he's in the Hospital, he was assaulted, by Peter-
Fucking-Hale and, they drugged me,he thought. How did I get here?

Stiles must have asked that question out loud because he dad was answering it,
"Stiles, you showed up here last night, Don't you remember?" Stiles heard his
father's voice shake, he'd never heard it shake like that before. "You've been
gone for two days Stiles. Don't you remember? "  His father repeats, and Stiles
hear the unasked questions, Where have you been? Who took you? and the
undertone of panicked worry in his father's voice that scares Stiles more then
anything else, his father was his rock his voice never shook, never wavered.
It's his father's wavering tone that makes up Stiles' mind about telling the
truth. His father would only think he was crazy, saying that catatonic, insane,
werewolf, Peter Hale had kidnapped and tourered and rapedhim.Just thinking it
made him feel crazy, but the ache of his body reminded him that it was anything
but pretend.
What would his father do if he found out the truth? Stiles knew that answer was
something bad. The truth would get them nowhere but committed while Peter
ripped his dad a new one... And wasn't that a bad choice of words,Stiles
thought as he shifted painfully under his father's glaze.
"Stiles, Do you know what happened to you?" His father asked, that treacherous
shake in his voice stronger then before.
"No Dad, I don't remember." Stiles' knew this was the only way. In this case
answers were not what his father was looking for, not really. And so Stiles did
what he did best lately, he lied and asked, "What happened?"
He saw his father take a huge breath out, mouth forming silent words, open and
closing without sound over and over again, unable to form the words, that
Stiles already knew. Rape, Assault, Beating, Tazreing, Kiddnapping.His father
kept mouthing words unheard until Ms. McCall came over and put a hand on his
arm. "Maybe I should take it from here? Why don't you go get Stiles some soda,"
She turned and looked at Stiles," You'd like that wouldn't you, sweetie?" All
Stiles could do was nod his head and watch as his father's shoulders slumpped
down in defeat and started to stand.
 
"I'll be just down the hall if you need me okay Son?" Stiles nodded again
trying not to flinch as his father's heavy hand brushed his arm. He knew he had
failed when his dad jerked his hand away as if he had been burned. Stiles felt
more then heard his Dad's sudden intake of breath, like he was going to say
something, before his hand which had been hovering in the air fell uselessly
down and he turned toward the door. "I'll be right down the hall." He repeated
to Stiles as he reached the door,"If you need me."
 
When his father left the room he must have lost some time because there was Ms.
McCall in front of him wearing a worried expression. "Stiles," she asked, "Do
you know why you're here? In the hospital?" She looked ready to cry too, which
just strenghtened his reslove. He could remember Peter's dead nurse in the
trunk, the offer of the bite, and the look in his eyes when stiles said no. He
could feel the forest floor beneath him and the smell of burnt wood and old
blood. The feel of Peter's hands on him, holding him down, Shaking him. Stiles
held himself tighter. Thought about all these things as he looked into Melissa
McCall's worried eyes and said:
 
"No I don't remember anything, nothing at all."
 
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