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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Kate_Argent, Sheriff_Stilinski, Jackson
      Whittemore, Danny_Mahealani, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent, Harris
  Additional Tags:
      current_season_01, Blood, Injury, Fingerfucking, almost_shower_sex,
      Biting, Masturbation, Kidnapping, Public_Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-13 Updated: 2013-07-04 Chapters: 2/4 Words: 8833
****** I'll protect you until the end ******
by chazouarmelle
Summary
     Derek Hale is held captive by Kate Argent... Stiles walks in not
     knowing what awaits him. That leads to an interesting development...
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** I'll protect you until the end *****
The woman was looking at the young man sitting in front of her. He was five
years younger than her, his torso was bare, droplets of sweat were pearling on
his forehead, his legs and hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on by
heavy chains blocking his every movements… A blinding light was directed right
at him, leaving the woman in the shadows…
“Seriously, Derek… You know you can tell me everything! The last time, I kept
your secret just for myself!”
“Even if I knew something, I’d rather rip your throat with my fangs than to
tell you anything, Kate… “
The young woman grinned, shaking her head. She opened her mouth a bit, sighing
and tilted her head on the side glaring coldly at the man.
“You know”, she said grabbing one of the two phones on the wooden box showing
traces of an old fire… “I didn’t think I’d had to resort to such methods, but
you leave me no choice… You told me I wouldn’t find anything useful in your
cellphone, but… A friend of mine did find something very interesting…”
Derek narrowed his eyes, observing her to try to detect any lie.
“You didn’t find anything you, bitch!”
“Don’t call me, don’t text me if I didn’t text you first.” She recited
chuckling. “You seriously thought I would be bluffing, Derek?”
His eyes snapped open wide, panic showing suddenly in theirs depth when he saw
her typing a message…
“You can’t do this… That would be against the hunters’ code…”
“You really think I respect this freaking code? You think it will protect your
little beta? Then you’ll go running to the alpha together? You know very
well what I’m capable of, so tell me where the alpha is and the message will
never be sent…”
A new flash of panic crossed the look of the werewolf.
“I know neither where the Alpha is, nor who it is…”
Kate laughed once again pressing the touch to send the message.
“Hmm… This time, it was an answer, but not the one I was expecting, Sweetheart…
What do you think of my message? <<It’s ok now, I was followed by hunters but I
managed to lose them… Meet me at my place.>>”
Derek’s eyes’ color changed and took a light blue tint shining under the light.
His teeth started to grow to become fangs and he breathed more heavily.
"You’d better not touch him, I’m not the defensless boy you used to know."
The woman fell on the chair like she had been frightened by the threat. She
took her head between her hands making her long wavy hair fall on her legs with
the move and sarted to laugh again.
"See, I’m a good actress too. I’ve never been afraid of you... Do you think
that…"
The woman stopped talking, listening intently to the noises coming from the
next room. She grabbed the gun next to the cellphone and went to hide in the
shadows produced by the light. A young man, younger than Derek came into the
room, his attention focusing right away on the bound man on the chair.
"Derek ??? What happened ?? It’s been hours since I’m looking for you."
"Stiles !!! GET OUT !!! NOW !!!"
Stiles wasn’t listening to him, he was too busy trying to free Derek from his
bindings. There was a dozen of locks holding the chains together around the
man.
"STILES !! OUT !! NOW, PLEASE !"
"How did you manage to…"
The young man heard a laugh behind him, he turn around to find himself with a
gun pointed at his head.
"Oh no, no, no !!!"
"Stand up and put your little werewolf’s ass on the chair !"
Stiles frowned but didn’t stand. He was trying to figure out how many chances
he had to run free and hide somewhere safe.
"I’m not… "
" Shut up, Stiles ! "
The young woman caught him by his jacket’s collar and shoved him violently on
the chair in front of Derek.
"Now, that’s funny… He looks totally defensless. Why doesn’t he attack me
knowing what’s gonna happen to him ? "
"Maybe that’s because your gun is still pointed at me ! "
Derek gave her a glare clearly showing how much he wanted to kill her here and
there when he saw her approaching Stiles closer and closer… His look was
becoming darker and determinated by the minute.
"Don’t… you… dare… touching… him ! Or… I’ll… Kill… You !!"
He took his time to say those words, separating each in a menacing tone. Stiles
were trying to appear as small as he could when he saw her getting closer. She
lifted her gun and hit him violently on the head with the cross. He held back a
scream and bit at his tongue to not give her even a bit of satisfaction.
"Dear God… You, bitch !"
He put his hand on his face and felt a warm liquid running along his cheek.
"Who are you and why the hell are you hitting me ? Now, I’d be lucky if I don’t
die from a massive bleeding ! I’m really cursed ! "
"Don’t play with me… You’ll be healed in less than five minutes. I know who you
are…"
"STILES !" Derek was struggling to free himself from the chains with all the
force he was capable of, causing one of the lock to break under the strain.
Kate laughed and turn to face him.
"Your little beta doesn’t seem really talented… Did you took the weaker of your
little dog’s litter ? Your training really must be an easy one!"
Stiles were having a hard time to see. Everything around him seemed to be
envelopped in a fog, the hit Kate had given him had almost knock him out. He
stood difficultly, pushed Kate against the chair Derek was bound on and ran to
the door, but something huge was blocking the way… Or rather, someone. He fell
back, trying to grab the door handle as he went, but the soot covering it made
it slip from his grasp. Kate caught him once again by his jacket and dragged
him to the chair without difficulty, half chocking him when he tried to
struggle. She lifted him up and shoved him on the chair.
"You’re really gonna regret what you’ve just done…"
"Yeah ? What ?? What are you gonna do to me, huh ?! You’re gonna lock me up in
a house and set it in fire?!"
She slapped him across the face and grabbed a rope. She knelt behind him and
tied his hand to the chair, tightening as much possible.
"He seems to be well informed… "
Derek looked at the young man in front of him right in the eyes, moving his
lips sligthly only for Stiles to understand what he was saying.
"I will protect you, Stiles… " he breathed.
Kate stood up and saw some blood on her white top, then saw that Stiles was
still bleeding.
"Oh, I’m starting to understand… He’s your protege, but certainly not a
werewolf…"
She started to laugh. Stiels tried to loosen the rope around his wrists but
each movements caused it to bite at his skin. He felt a hand slide under his
shirt
and he jerked.
"I told you not to touch him !" Said Derek, his jaw clenched.
"Why are you putting your hand there ? You have a body too, you can touch it.
That’s the funny part with the human body, you can touch yourself !"
"You’re a funny guy ! Don’t tell me that’s the first time a woman touches you
here ? Derek, don’t tell me that… Oh, God sweetheart !!... So, Derek ?
Are you gonna tell me where the second beta and the alpha are ?"
Derek sighed.
"I told you I don’t know !"
"You know very well, Derek, you can’t protect everyone. So, if you protect
them, I’m not sure you’ll be able to protect this one very long… " she said
grabbing Stiles’ chin.
She took a kind of black nightstick and brought it closer to Stiles. Derek
snapped his eyes full of concern wide open.
" Wow, WOW !!! What’s that ?! "
"Don’t worry, that’s only a taser… It’ll sting a bit for a few seconds " She
said grinning.
Stiles didn’t understand what happened but he felt himself fall in darkness for
a moment and a horrible pain, starting from his thigh and radiating through all
his body. He heard a distant voice calling his name.
" Stiles… STILES !!! YOU, FREAKING BITCH !!! "
"That’s what I thought… You, once again… Humans are all the same, Derek. Him
too. They only want money and power… Your kind falls way too easily in love… "
Stiles blinked difficultly, he felt like having a sledge hammer hitting the
walls of his skull. His surroundings slowly came back in focus and he noticed
that he and the chair had fallen on the floor. He shook his head to clear his
thoughts and everything started to spin around him. Kate grabbed him by his
collar once again and lifted him up.
"So… Where is the Alpha and the other Beta, Derek ? "
" Don’t tell him anything " Whispered Stiles
" Stiles, don’t… I don’t know where they are. " The werewolf said, his jaw
clenched. " And it’s really low to use a human to obtain answers… Even for
someone like you. "
"Not really… Apparently, I’m not persuasive enough seeing you still haven’t
given me the answer I’m waiting for. But… Maybe should I use my toy on another
part of your little protege’s body ? "
She approached the taser close to Stiles, her eyes locked on him with a glint
of amusement. Stiles went very still and pale, a sick feeling rising in the
back of his throat.
" Stop that, Kate !! You said it yourself ! He’s human ! You could kill him ! "
Derek had managed to break all the locks but one. He looked at Stiles and saw
him close to uncounsciousness again, the younger man’s eyes were unfocused and
slowly closing. Kate walked behind him and grabbed his chin, forcing him to
look directly at Derek. She then placed the taser between Stiles thighs, ready
to press on the button to send the shock through his most private parts.
" I’ll ask once again… Where are the alpha and the other beta ?"
Derek broke the last lock on his chains and jumped on Kate just in time to make
her let go of the taser before she could use it. His claws and fangs grew once
more when he saw her trying to reach for her gun. His hand flew in the air and
his claws ripped her stomach violently. She fell back under the strength of the
hit, his head hurting the wodden box behind her making her loosing
counsciousness. The man standing by the door entered in the room quickly and
looked at Derek who was ready to attack him.
"I’m not stupid enough to fight you while being alone. Take him » He said
nodding towards Stiles. « And hide somewhere. I respect the code, and if I let
you act now, you may kill her and then I would have to kill you. Just go…"
Derek calmed down and went back next to Stiles to unbind him. He used his claws
to cut the ropes. Stiles was counscious but in a very weaken state. The
werewolf caressed his face softly and Stiles looked back at him smiling
lightly.
"Thank you… "
The werewolf observed him frowning and lifted him up by his jacket to make him
stand and held him close placing Stiles’ head against his bare chest.
"I can’t breath if you hold me that way ! " He said placing a hand on one of
his pectoral muscles, caressing it lightly with his fingertips.
The werewolf let go of him briefly and then lifted him swiftly in his arms,
bridal style.
"Oh, fuck ! No, Derek ! What the Hell are you doing ?! Put me down !! Who do
you think I am ? Your wife ?! "
He struggled to get free of Derek’s arms but the man only tightened his hold on
Stiles’ body to make sure he wouldn’t move but not enough to hurt him. He
tilted his head a bit and kissed the other’s lips softly then let his lips
brush slightly against his ear.
"And what would you think to be mine ?"
He walked without pain towards the door. Stiles was freaze by the words he just
heard.
"Hold on, I’m going to run !"
"Where do you want me to hold on to ?! You’re only wearing jeans ! Huh… I mean…
Oh … What the Hell am I saying ?! Put me down, I came here with my car, I can
go back by myself !"
"Are you kidding me, Stiles ? I’m sure you can’t even stand straight, and we’ll
be there faster on feet. "
As soon as he had finished to pronounce those words, he started to run as fast
as he could, holding Stiles tightly against him. Stiles closed his eyes,
putting his left hand on the other man’s torso, enjoying the closeness and
warmth and breathing calmly.
They arrived quickly at Stiles’ place, the house wasn’t very spacious but
seemed comfortable. The young man opened his eyes and saw the sheriff’s car
parked in front of the house.
" Derek, wait. My father is at home. Go upstairs, I’ll join you soon. "
Stiles went to the front door searching for his keys in his pockets when he
remembered he had let them in his car. He knocked, waited leaning on the door
frame. The door opened quickly on Stiles’ father who seemed very worried.
" Stiles ! Where were you ?! Have you seen…" His father looked at him from head
to toe, taking on his dishelved apparence, the blood on his head and along his
face. " What happened to you ? Did someone attack you ? "
"No, Dad… I just had a car accident. A friend of mine brought me home. I’ll
tell you everything tomorrow, but for now, I just want to take a shower and go
to bed. "
He passed by his father, went up the stairs, leaving his father at the door
staring after him, the worry clearly readable on his face. Stiles turn to look
at him when he reached the last step.
" If I have any problem, I’ll tell you. But please, I’m not up for an
interrogation tonight… "
He turn around and went to his bedroom. He opened the door and entered the room
triping on a t-shirt on the floor and fell. Derek caught him by his shoulders
before he could hit the floor and lifted him up without difficulty.
"See, you couldn’t have come back here on your own. " Said the werewolf
grinning.
" I’m tired " Yawned Stiles
" Hm ? You’re gonna take a shower first, Stiles… "
He pulled him to the bathroom. Stiles got free of Derek’s arms and looked at
his green eyes which seem to read in him like an open book.
" What is it ? "
Stiles looked away a few seconds before answering.
" My bathroom is not supposed to be a werewolf’s peepshow ! "
A smile tugged at the corner of Derek’s mouth and he pushed him against the
wall in a fast move surprising Stiles. He made his claws grow, caught him by
the throat and pressed lightly his claws in the young man’s neck, making little
beads of blood pearl on the flesh. Stiles swallowed hard, his heart were
beating faster and faster in his ribcage. The werewolf slid his forefinger’s
claw along his victim’s neck, on his collarbone and stopped on his chest, right
above where his heart were beating, not missing one of the expressions playing
on Stiles’ face.
"Who said that’s what I wanted ? "
"Do you want me to buy you a cat tree ?" Answered Stiles in a worried tone.
The werewolf started to pluck off his jacket’s buttons one by one with his
claws.
"Are you scared ?"
" No. " Said the other his gaze on Derek’s hands.
Derek approached his fangs from the young’s man’s neck, pressing them on his
jugular. Stiles shivered. He pushed softly against Derek’s chest to regain some
distance between them, lifted his head and plunged his eyes in the werewolf’s,
looking very determinated.
"I don’t want to become a werewolf, Derek ! "
Derek put one of his claws on his lips, silencing him.
"I’d never turn you in a werewolf."
"Even if I’m in a precarious situation ?"
"I’ll always protect you, even if I have to die for that. I’d never let you
die, Stiles. I’ve lost already too many people I loved… "
He slid the palm of his hand along the young man’s torso, going lower and lower
and plucked off his jeans’ button with the tip of his claw.
"Damn, Derek !! These are my last clean jeans ! What am I gonna wear tomorrow
in class ? Only my boxer’s briefs ?! "
"Shh… Even if I do appreciate the idea, I’d rather keep this lovely view to
myself… "
He pulled him in the shower and kissed him langourously, placing both his hands
on the back of Stiles’ shoulders and clawing it all the way down to the small
of his back, making the young man moan and arch his back from pleasure. Derek
fell on his knees in front of Stiles, kissing and licking his bare torso and
belly along the way while sinking his claws on top of Stiles’ buttcheeks. He
took hold of Stiles’ boxers with his fangs and ripped it off.
"Isn’t it better ? You didn’t seem comfortable in them…" The werewolf said
grinning.
He licked his upper thigh with the tip of his tongue and took his fully
arroused member, strocking the length slowly and pressing one of his claw on
the tip of it.
"Derek… " Moaned Stiles, closing his eyes. " My… Father is going… to hear us… "
The werewolf smiled and kissed the young man’s stomach softly.
"Then don’t be too loud…" He said getting up, one of his hand still stroking
Stiles while the other roamed upper, all over the other’s bare torso , enjoying
the smooth curves of the muscles tightening under his touch, to go take hold of
the back of his neck.
"I… I can’t… "
He held back a groan, bitting on his lower lip till the flesh bled.
"Maybe I can do something…"
He licked the young man’s lip and thrusted his tongue deeply in his mouth,
kissing him passionately. He slid his hand along his back to his butt making
Stiles arch in the caress and feeling Derek’s finger sliding slowly between his
buttcheeks. He put his hands on the bare werewolf’s chest, running them along
the muscles, brushing the man’s nipples on the way to reach Derek’s jeans. The
werewolf stopped his hands with one of his own taking hold of them and shoving
them on the shower’s wall above’s Stiles’ head, his fingers till burried deep
in the man and sliding deeper inside Stiles. The young man moaned feverishly in
the other man’s mouth.
"You’re really cute like that …" He said slidding his tongue out of Stiles’
mouth.
He pushed another finger inside of him, rubbing them along the hot tight walls
in soft but swift moves. Stiles panted hard bending his head, resting it on
Derek’s shoulder.
"I… Hmpf, Derek !!" he moaned.
He pressed his chin on the werewolf’s shoulder, he shifted slightly, turning
his face a bit to bring his mouth closer to Derek’s neck. He bit at the flesh
making it bleed and then sucking on it causing the werewolf to graon from
pleasure.
"Really Stiles ?..." Said Derek, smiling.
He lifted up his head, closing in on the ear of the young man and whispered,
sending shivers down Stiles’ spine.
"Your father heard us… I know you’re not far from ecstasy but… I’m gonna have
to let you finish this on your own… I’m no sure it would be very
appreciated that the Sheriff’s son sleeps with a fugitive. If it can reassure
you, I’ll take care of myself while thinking of you and the sweet sounds
escaping your throat… I let you my jeans on your bed for you to wear tomorrow.
"
He let go of Stiles’ hands and they shared a quick farewell kiss before Derek
left through his bedroom window.
"Derek ?!"
Stiles slid along the shower wall taking hold of his erect member in one of his
hand while he put the other one on his neck pressing on the still softly
bleeding claw marks Derek left there and started to stroke himself. He moaned
softly remembering how Derek’s hand felt on his skin, moving faster along his
shaft. He bit at his lip feeling the pleasure overcoming him, his cock
twitching repeatedly coating his hand in warm fluid. The door opened suddenly.
"STILES ?! Are you ok ?! I heard some strange noises coming from your bedr… "
The sheriff lowered his gaze to his son, still sitten in the shower floor, his
back on the wall, his hand covered in sperm and looking very embarrassed.
"DAD !! SERIOUSLY !!! What are you doing here ?! I’m in the shower ! What do
you think I would do in my shower ?! "
"It seems you were doing something else than taking a shower… " Said his father
grinning widely and chuckling. " You like taking shower in the dark ? "
"Hahahaaaa !So funny ! " He got up quickly and started the water. " You can get
out now, Dad ! "
The sheriff walked out of the bathroom still smiling, turning on the light
before closing the door behind him. Stiles rested his hands on the shower wall,
enjoying the warm water running along his bare skin and wincing slightly at the
little stinging pain radiating from the deep claw marks along his back, the
water taking all traced of blood away.
" Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day… " He sighed.
***** An exhausting day *****
Chapter Summary
     The day after the main event
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the update time i'm kind of really really busy lately :)
« Stiles ! I was looking for you ! I need you ! »
The young man was sitting crossed leg on the bench on the field, still in his
Lacrosse outfit, shivering slightly.
« What's wrong ? You didn't play on the field and… »
Stiles sneezed and faced Scott chuckling. He looked back at him frowning.
« That's nothing… I'm kinda distracted since yesterday, and I forgot to put on
my jacket today… And as it's a bit cold, I think I may have caught a cold or
something. »
He sniffed, observing the young werewolf in front of him suspiciously.
« What did you want ? Why were you looking for me ? »
« I think Derek is roaming around the school, not far from us. I smelt him
often around you. I think he may be spying us but staying close to you to make
sure I wouldn't notice him. Haven't you seen him ? »
Stiles got up suddenly, half tripping on his pants. He chocked on his saliva
and started coughing, hitting his ribcage with his fist in an attempt to breath
normally again.
«Huh… What ? Derek ? No, never heard about him… We should go to take a shower.
»
Scott frowned, following his friend in the locker room, not understanding
Stiles' reaction. They stopped in front of their lockers and Scott looked at
Stiles in the eyes. The young man avoided his look, turning the other way
around and started to undress. He took off his shirt and turned to put it in
his locker. Scott's look fell on Stiles back, his eyes widening slightly at
what he saw there.
« Huh, Stiles, I've already taken my shower but… Tell me, I know you had a car
accident yesterday night, but… » The young werewolf said, brushing his
fingertips lightly over the other's bare back. « What happened exactly ? »
Stiles shivered when he felt Scott's fingers on him and took a step awayfrom
his friend to break the contact.
« What do you mean what happened ? »
« Your back, it's full of scratches. »
Stiles' eyes widened, he had completely forgotten about the scratches… He
sighed and closed his eyes, the memories of last night still fresh in his mind
and replaying before his closed eyelids.
« That was so good… » He whispered.
« What ? »
« Nothing. It's just that I hit a mountain lion with my car and you can guess
what happened next… I almost ended up in a Stilesandwich, a Stiles Meal, a
Stiles Mac, call that as it pleases you » Said the young man laughing.
« Maybe you should let a doctor check that up ? It seems pretty deep… »
Stiles sighed, grabbed a white towel in his locker and wrapped it around his
waist.
« I don't need to see a doctor for that and my father might freak out for
nothing. I'm ok, don't worry, it's not as bad as it seems. »
He walked slowly towards the showers, passing his hand lightly on his neck
absentmindedly. He felt the thin lesions there, under his fingers. He caressed
them slightly before letting his arm rest on the side of his body.
« Scott, can you bring me my clothes ? »
He entered in the shower space, seeing Jackson and Danny already there,
showering.
« Hey, weakling, you got raped by a wildcat ? » Jackson said sneering.
« Shut up. »
« How does it feel to lose your virginity to a mountain lion ? »
Danny shook his head lightly and sighed.
« Jackson, stop. » Danny said to his friend, his eyes observing Stiles body
intently. « Are you ok, Stiles ? I mean… We heard about your car accident and
the mountain lion, your father has… »
« Yes, I'm… »
Scott came in the small room with Stiles clothes in his hands, interrupting the
conversation.
« Know what ? » Stiles said, starting towards Scott. « I'll take my shower
later.»
« Sure, Dude. Oh, and… A paper fell from your pants' pocket. Here. »
Scott held out the little piece of paper to Stiles, jerking a bit in surprise
when Jackson snatched it from his hand before Stiles could react and started to
read it aloud for everyone to hear.
« Never approach her or her family again… »
« So, Stilinski… You had sex with someone else's girlfriend ? »
« Yeah, and by the way, I plan to jump Allison, Lydia and Danny's boyfriend…
You're ok with that, right ? » Stiles said his voice full of sarcasm, looking
Jackson straight in the eyes.
« You, son of… »
« JACKSON… » Danny and Scott said in unison to calm him down.
Stiles grabbed his jeans, his boxer briefs and his T-shirt from Scott's hands
and get out quickly of the showers. He sat on the bench next to his locker and
passed his hand on his face.
« Fuck… »
He put on his boxers under his towel, threw the towel on his still opened
locker and was putting on his jeans when he heard a voice whispering somwhere
behind him.
« Stiles… » The voice breathed from behind the lockers Stiles was facing.
The young man got up from the bench making the too large jeans slid lower on
his hips. He got around the raw of lockers and found himself face to face with
Derek. The werewolf was leaning back against the lockers, a little smirk
tugging on the corner of his mouth. He was wearing a white tank top under his
black leather jacket, dark grey jeans and a pair of Converse.
« Derek ? » Stiles said with his shirt still in his hand « What are you doing
here ? »
« I dropped by to see if everything was alright for you… »
He approached Stiles swiftly to kiss him but the young man put his hand on his
torso and pushed him away slightly.
« Not here, Derek. Scott might hear us. And I don't want him to learn about us
nor like that, nor now. »
The werewolf pushed the young man's hands off of his torso, leaning closer, his
mouth close to Stiles' ear and whispered very softly.
« My jeans don't fit you at all… But you look so eatable in them. And… I can
slide my hands in more easily… » The words whispered softly provocked
goosebumps on the young man's flesh.
He let his T-shirt fall on the floor when Derek slid one of his hand in the
large jeans.
He caressed Stiles' butt over his boxers, enjoying the firmness of it under his
hand. Said hand roamed further down, on his upper thigh and the werewolf's
claws digged lightly on the flesh. The young man let out a long, silent breath.
« On the other hand… The red fits you perfectly… »
« Derek… » Stiles moaned softly.
The werewolf smirked a bit.
« That's nothing, you can say it was a mountain lion… Even though I'm not
really OK with the comparison and… By the way, how did you manage to escape it
? Did you punch it ? » Derek sneered.
« Hahahahaaaa… I see you ate a clown for breakfast… » Stiles said
sarcastically.« Take your hands off of me for now, or you'll be the one I
punch. »
« Oh… I'd like to see that… »
Derek put his hand off the jeans and Stiles felt blood trickle along his leg.
The werewolf was still close to him, the young man could feel his breath
tickling his ear.
« Why do you let them look at you and even touch you ? »
« Who ? »
Derek bit his ear, making little pearls of blood appear and rubbed softly his
stubble against his cheek, scraping his flesh slightly. He flicked his tongue
on Stiles' jawline, making the little trail of blood there dissapear.
« Don't bite me. »
« Did I forget to mention that as I'm not the Alpha, I can't transform you? »
« That's not what I meant… » Stiles groaned.
« Ohh. » Derek chuckled. « I won't turn you on too much, you may have a growing
problem… » Derek smirked.
« How kind of you to think about it now that I'm already aroused. But… »
He put his arms around the werewolf's neck to kiss him. Derek observed him, a
smirk on his face and took off his jacket.
« Stiles ? » Scott called.
Stiles turn his head to where the voice came from and before he could pronounce
a word, he felt emptiness in the circle of his arms, where Derek was standing
only a few seconds before and let his arms fall back on his sides.
« WHAT ? » The young man almost yelled.
« Are you OK ? You don't seem happy… » Scott said in a worried tone, bending
down to retrieve the jacket and the T-shirt at Stiles' feet. « Here, your T-
shirt and your jacket. »
« I'm OK, I just bumped my head on a locker. » Stiles grunted snatching the
clothes from Scott's hands.
Scott looked at the locker and back at Stiles frowning.
« You hit your head ?... On Danny's locker ?
Stiles was putting on his shirt and Derek's jacket when Scott pulled at his arm
to take him out of the locker room.
« I'm taking you back at your place ! You're going to rest, like that, you'll
be in perfect shape for tonight ! »
"You're taking me back ? You ? Tell me where I get on… On your handlebars or
did you buy a trailer to pull me behind your bike ? »
He pushed Stiles against the locker where his books were stored.
« And what about tonight ? We were supposed to go out ? Together ? I thought
you had eyes for Allison and Allison only ? You want me to hold the candle ? »
« Please, Stiles… Remember we'll be four to hang out, we will go out with
Allison and her aunt. »
« Oh… No, no, no… This is not going to happen ! »
« What ? But ! »
« Scott ?! » A voice called from the other side of the corridor.
« I'll be right back. Just take your stuffs and… »
Stiles turned to face his locker sighing. He hit his head rather violently
against it when Scott was out of sight. He felt a body trap his against his
locker and a chin on his shoulder.
« Derek ? »
The werewolf kissed his neck and slid one of his hand under his T-shirt,
feeling the muscles tensing as his hand passed over them and stopped on his
hip.
« Should it be someone else ? Should I make sure to mark all your body to let
people know you're not available ? » The werewolf whispered, clawing softly the
young man's hip.
He started to suck on the soft skin of Stiles' neck, making the young man moan
in content. His body felt hotter and hotter, he shivered involontarly.
« Why don't you let me touch you ? » Stiles whimpered.
« Let's say you should have let me kiss you when I wanted to earlier. Now, I
have a revenge to take… » Derek snickered.
« Oh yeah ? Is that it ? I bet I'll manage to kiss you and rip off your clothes
before the end of the day… »
« Really ? Try me ! » The werewolf whispered against the young man's cheek.
Derek slid his claws along the young man's torso, pinching his right nipple
with the tip of his claws as he went and licked the hickey he just did on his
neck. Stiles was sweating a bit against the locker, he bit on his bottom lip,
moaning.
« I can't breath… »
He was doing all he could to not let the rush of feelings and sensations give
him a hard on, but his body only wanted to give in to the werewolf. The
pressure Derek was putting on his body suddenly disappeared. He took this
opportunity to turn around and kiss him, but the werewolf was gone. Only Scott
was there, in front of him.
« Oh, common… »
« I won't kiss you, Dude ! »
« It was a joke. »
Scott laughed.
« You're feeling this lonely ? »
Scott looked at Stiles' neck, his attention caught by a little red mark there.
« What the ?! Dude ! Who is it, tell me ! And, by the way, since when do you
wear leather jackets ? »
Scott came closer to Stiles, scenting the jacket.
« That's weird, there's your smell on it mixed with someone else. I can't
recognize it… Is that your father's jacket ? It's a bit too large for you… And
that's the same for your jeans… »
« I know… But that's a long story. And, believe me, you don't want to hear
about it ! »
« I want to know who your girlfriend is ! »
Stiles sighed.
« I don't see the point in telling you, you don't even know him. »
« Wha… Wait ! Him ?! Ahh ! Is that Danny ? »
« What the fuck are you telling me ?! You fell on your head or something ?!
DAMN ! There's professor Harris at the end of the corridor, we were supposed to
be in class since 15 minutes now ! We're so in detention ! Do something ! »
Scott grabbed Stiles' face in his hands and kissed him right when the teacher
arrived in front of them .
« McCall ! Stilinski ! »
Scott stepped back, releasing Stiles from his grasp while Stiles just stayed
there, body limp and mouth agape, staring at Scott.
« Yes, Professor ? » The young werewolf said with a false embarrassed smile on
his face.
« You're supposed to be in Economics right now… And there I find you both here,
making out in the corridors ? »
« No, Sir… Stiles forced me to… »
« In detention ! Both of you ! Now ! »
Professor Harris left on the other side of the corridor. Stiles took his
bagpack in his locker and he and Scott followed him slowly, letting a short
distance between the teacher and them. Stiles hit Scott hard on his shoulder,
frowning at him.
« I forced you ?! Are you freaking kidding me ?! »
« You're the one who tried to kiss me earlier… »
« Mr Stilinski, you've won a whole week of daily detention ! Keep up that way,
I may upgrade it to a month… »
Stiles jaw dropped, staring at the back of the teacher, refraining from
retorting. Scott looked at Stiles, looking like a sad puppy.
« Well… I tried something. .. »
« OH MY GOD ! » Stiles said raising his arms in the air in a demonstration of
how Scott's reaction was desperating him. « I HATE YOU SO MUCH ! »
The young man entered in the empty chemistry classroom, went straight to his
usual sit, throwing his bag to the floor at his feet. He sat at the table, his
legs disappearing from the teacher's sight thanks to the backboard on the front
side of the table. Scott sat at the table next to his and looked back at
Stiles.
« Look, I'm sorry, ok ? I didn't… Oh… It smells like Derek again ! »
Stiles passed his hands on his face and his hair, obviously exasperated by his
friend. He slamed his hands on the table.
« Derek, Derek… All you can say is his name, today ! I thought you were dating
Allison ? Is he this much… »
« Mr Stilinski ! »
Stiles stopped talking right when he felt a hand slid up his thigh. He
stiffened on his sit, looking straight ahead and stopped the offending hand
with his right one.
« Not here ! » He said out loud.
« Not here what ? » Asked Scott, looking at him with a confused expression.
Stiles ignored the question, too focused on the sneaky werewolf hidden under
the table. Derek unbuttoned the jeans the young man was wearing and unzipped it
slowly. Stiles tightened his legs to prevent Derek to go further, but the
werewolf clawed the young man's inner thighs lightly, making Stiles spread them
reflexively. Derek took the opportunity to grab the jeans and slid them along
the other one's legs to his ankles.
« Stiles… Are you ok ? » Scott asked frowning, watching his friend biting on
his fist rather strongly.
« I don't talk to you anymore ! » Stiles whined.
The werewolf slid one of his claw up the young man's thigh, not enough to draw
blood but enough to reddened the flesh. He brushed lightly over Stiles' crotch,
adding just a little pressure when he passed over the area, feeling the young
man's length twitch reflexively. He reached the waistband of the other's boxers
and tore it apart with his claws.
« Oh, God… No… »
Stiles let his head fall in the circle of his arms on the table to hide his
face. Derek's soft and sensual caresses on his lower parts making his aroused
length throb involuntarily.
« Mr Stilinski ! Would you stop acting like a clown ?! »
« I'm not… » He whimpered, biting on his fist. « Can I go to the restroom ? »
He slid his hand under the table to stroke himself, but the werewolf stopped
his hand, capturing it in one of his own to bring it at his lips and lick
Stiles' palm.
« No, you can't. »
Stiles groaned. Derek put Stiles' hand on his cheek, letting the young man
caress lightly the side of his face for a few seconds and then let go of the
hand.
« There's something under your table or what ?! » Scott yawned.
Stiles shifted a bit on his chair to turn to look at his friend, visibly
worried.
« That's nothing ! I've just... Hmpf ! Hit my foot on the table… And anyway,
I've told you I'm not talking to you anymooooore ! »
He moaned lightly when he felt the werewolf's tongue slid down his length and
stopped short of his balls.
« Der… » Stiles moaned softly not wanting to be heard by his friend sitting
next to him.
He noticed that Scott had put his head against the hard surface of his table
and had fallen asleep. Stiles felt the werewolf's fangs brushing lightly
against his left inner thigh.
« You're such a tease… Do something already… » Stiles whispered very softly
just for the werewolf to hear.
Derek started mouthing one side of Stiles' sac, sucking lightly on it. The
young man encircled his legs around Derek's body, pressing his heels on the
small of the werewolf's back while enjoying the other one's ministrations.
« Stilinski ! You plan on staying in this classroom all night ?! YOU SHUT YOUR
MOUTH ! »
« What the… »
Derek kept sucking the young man's cock, alternating the pressure and the
rhythm to bring Stiles very close of reaching orgasm. He let Stiles' hot shaft
slid off of his mouth, replacing it by his hand and resuming his pace with his
strokes. He placed soft kisses on the upper part of Stiles inner thigh and bit
the flesh softly, making the young man gasp in surprise and pushing him over
the edge. Stiles came hard on Derek's neck, coating the werewolf's flesh in
white sticky streams. He bit hard on his fist, his head still on his arms on
the table, not wanting any sounds of pleasure to come out of his throat. The
werewolf passed his hand on his neck, and smirked mischievously looking at his
fingers. Stiles let his pen fall on the floor, sending it rolling under the
table.
« Oops… » Stiles said in a fake tone, lifting his arms in the air as if it was
an accident. « I have to pick up my pen ! »
At this, he slid off of his chair, under the table, the werewolf put his jeans
back in place as he went, following the movements of the young man.
« I… »
Stiles leaned forward to kiss the other man, but Derek stopped him short of his
lips, putting one of his hand on his chest and sliding the fingers of his other
hand dripping of cum, in Stiles' mouth. The werewolf slid the hand he had
placed on the young man's chest to the nape of his neck to prevent him from
moving back his head.
« You need to clean this up… » Whispered Derek smirking.
The young man closed his eyes and sucked tenderly and sensually on Derek's
fingers, twisting his tongue around the digits and on the sensitive pad between
them. His cheeks were lightly flushed due to the heat they could feel around
us.
« Mr Stilinski ! Are you fabricating your pen ? Mr McCall ! WAKE UP ! YOU'RE
NOT IN DETENTION TO SLEEP ! » Professor Harris shouted.
Derek let go of Stiles' neck and slid his finger slowly out of his mouth
without taking his eyes off of him. Stiles caressed the werewolf's thigh,
sensing the hard muscles beneath the fabric of his jeans, sliding his hand
slowly to his crotch and stopping there, applying a gentle pressure.
« I want to take care of that… »
« You won't have the time. » Derek said, pushing Stiles' hand away gently.
« Mr Stilinski ! »
« I hate you, Derek ! » Stiles whispered.
He got up, grabbing Scott's leg to gain some leverage, waking him up by doing
so. He put his hand on his table and lifted his pen in the air.
« Oh my God ! I found it ! » Stiles said in a triumphant tone.
Scott passed his hand in his hair before stretching his arms above him.
« How long have I been asleep ? »
The young man turned his head to look at Stiles who was standing up in front of
his chair. He looked down yawning and smiled when his eyes fell on his friend's
jeans.
« Stiles, your jeans aren't buttoned and… Apparently, you didn't just forget
your cloak this morning, you don't have boxers on you. »
« What ?! Damn ! » Stiles said zipping and buttoning his pants.
The teacher who was observing them stood up angrily, glaring at them.
« Get out of here ! NOW ! »
He walked towards them, grabbed them by the neckband of their jacket and threw
them out of the classroom.
« Stilinski ! I expect you at 3 PM, tomorrow ! And you'd better not be late ! »
He turned his back to them and slammed the door behind him.
« This guy is really crazy… »
Scott's phone rang in his pocket.
« Just give me a minute. » Scott said picking up his phone and walking a little
distance away to answer the call.
« Ok… »
Stiles took his own cellphone and started to type a text. Scott was back next
to him just when he sent the mail.
« Who are you sending a text to ? »
« Oh… At… To my cousin. »
He put his phone in his jeans' pocket and followed Scott to the front door.
« Where are we going ? »
« Allison's there… » He pushed the door open and scanned the car park. « Ha,
they're right there. » Said Scott, nodding towards Kate's car.
Stiles' eyes widened a little jolt of panic rushing through his body. He
scanned the area, looking for the familiar sight of his Jeep. He spotted it
parked farther on the right. Derek had probably brought it with him. He kept
looking at the parking and saw a police car patrolling around the area.
« And… That's probably why you're not here… » Stiles sighed.
They walked to Kate's car.
« Scott ! » Allison ran to Scott and embraced him. « You took your time ! »
« Not our fault, we were in detention. »
« Hey, Sweetie ! How are you ? »
Kate smiled to the young man then turned to face Stiles. She plunged her look
in his and said with a slight mocking tone.
« You're probably Stiles, Scott talks a lot about you. »
She held out her hand for Stiles to shake it. The young man looked at her hand
for several seconds like it was the most offending thing existing on Earth then
looked back at her, not returning the gesture.
« Yeah, right… I'm not gonna shake your hand, I'm ill. That would be so bad for
you to be ill too. » The young man answered in a biting tone. «I can't stay, I
can't let my Jeep here. »
« Aww… Stiles, please ! » Allison and Scott said almost at the same time.
« Don't worry about that, I'll bring you back later to pick it up. » Offered
Kate smiling at him.
« Common, Stiles ! Come with us ! »
« Arrgh… Ok, ok… » He answered in a deflated tone.
Allison and Scott sat on the back seat of the car while Stiles was observing
Kate, clearly hesitating to get in.
« Stiles… » Kate said silently. « Do you really think I'm stupid enough to do
something with them around ? »
She opened the passenger door, and gestured for him to get in.
« I'm not going to eat you. » She said smiling.
He sat in the car reluctantly, not really reassured, lost in thoughts when his
phone rang and vibrated in his pocket. He grabbed it and answered.
« No, I didn't forget. And we had booked for 10.30 PM to let you the time to
come back from work… My Jeep, a friend brought it, it's on the car park of the
school… Don't worry, See you later, Dad. Wait for me at home, ok ? »
Kate had already started the engine and was concentrated on the road.
« So, tell me, Stiles… Do you have a girlfriend ? »
Stiles chocked on his saliva and Scott started to laugh.
« Oh, he definitely has someone, but he doesn't want to tell me who it is.
Whoever this is marked him anyway… He has a hickey on his neck. »
« Shut up, Scott ! » Grunted Stiles.
Kate laughed.
« You are so cute when you're young, with your little secrets. We're here . The
club is right there. » She said parking the car not far from the entrance of
the club.
Scott was the first one to get out of the car, he got around it to open the
door for Allison, taking her hand and helping her out before slamming the door
shut. Stiles was about to open the passenger's door when Kate grabbed her taser
upside down and hit violently the young man's ankle. A loud cracking noise
resonated through the vehicle when the knuckle disconnected. Stiles held back a
scream of pain, Kate's hand slammed over his mouth.
« You'd better not say a word to Scott or Allison about what happened last
night. » She gestured towards her taser. « You wouldn't like to see your best
friend in troubles because of you… »
She took off her hand of his mouth still looking at him menacingly. The young
man was trying very hard to not think about the pain radiating through his
ankle.
« And what would I say ? Huh ? Oh, Scott, by the way, you should be careful
around your girlfriend's aunt. She's one hell of a crazy bitch ! She's a
werewolf hunter, yes, Scott, werewolves do exist. And she likes to torture
people. She tortured me a good part of the night until the wonderful werewolf
she was holding as an hostage saved me ! That's sure he would love to hear
about this little fairytale, but most probably to read it before falling asleep
! »
He stepped out of the car before she had the time to answer and started to
walk, limping to the entrance of the club where Allison and Scott were waiting.
« What did you do to your foot ? » Asked Scott, noticing the way Stiles was
walking.
« I've already told you, I hit my foot on the chemistry table. »
« You… »
« Forget it, ok ? We're here to have some fun ! Let's go dance ! » Stiles
shouted, grinning widely at his friends.
They came in front of the security guard, just next to the front door of the
club.
« ID, please. »
« They're with me, Jude. » Kate said from where she stood behind the three
teenagers.
« Hey, Kate ! How have you been ? »
« Fine. Thanks. But I'll talk to you later, young people don't like to wait ! »
« Sure, get in . »
The man let them enter in the club without further questions.
« Ok, kids. Go ahead, I'm going to get something to drink ! »
The woman left them in the middle of the club, Scott observed Stiles who was
rubbing his ankle, grimacing.
« Will you be able to dance, Stiles ? Your ankle seems to be in a pretty bad
shape… »
Stiles stood up, bracing himself against the counter of the bar. He turned to
face Scott and shrugged .
« That's ok, I'll stay here and… » He stopped his sentence seeing Kate coming
back to them with three glasses of Coke, and a beer.
« Why can't we have beer too ? » Scott asked.
« I think your parents wouldn't really be happy if I'd let you drink.
Especially the Sheriff's son. » Kate pointed out looking at Scott and then at
Stiles, chuckling slightly.
Stiles eyed the glasses and then Kate suspiciously.
« I want this one. » He said, pointing at the closest drink.
« Go ahead, take it ! »
He took the glass and Kate gave Scott and Allison their owns before grabbing
her beer and taking a sip. Stiles leant back against the counter, looking at
Scott and Allison and grinned.
« Are you going to dance ? I have to tell you, Allison… Scott is a really bad
dancer. You should have chosen more appropriate shoes. »
He took a sip from his glass before depositing it back to the counter behind
him, his attention still on his friends.
« Stop that ! I'm a very good dancer ! » Scott retorted in a false offended
tone.
« Oh, sure ! You dance as well as you play Bowling… »
They started to laugh, not paying attention to the woman accompanying them. She
took the opportunity to discreetly slip some transparent liquid in Stiles
drink.
« You're the one talking, but you're not better than me at this ! Last time you
danced, you fell and made your partner fall all the way with you ! »
Stiles Smiled at the memory, grabbing his glass of Coke and emptying it
quickly.
« It was an accident ! That was half her fault and you know it ! Her dress was
too long to dance ! »
He put back his glass on the counter, turning around and trying to steady
himself as his head started to spin. He felt like the energy was leaving his
body slowly, feeling weaker and weaker. He frowned, not understanding right
away what was happening until his eyes fell on Kate. She was watching him
intently, a small smile forming at the corner of her mouth.
« You… »
Stiles tried to brace himself against the counter of the bar, failing miserably
and falling to the floor with a heavy thud. Kate pretended to try to catch him
as he fell, she examined him quickly, seeing the young man slowly loosing
awareness of his surroundings. She lifted his chest a bit, making his back rest
against her chest.
« What happened to him ? » Scott asked frantically, kneeling next to his
friend. « Did he collapse ? »
Scott and Allison were observing Stiles intently, both apparently very worried
for their mutual friend.
« I never should have asked him to come… He wasn't feeling good this morning. I
should bring him back home. » The young werewolf said, putting his palm on his
friend's forehead, in a protective way.
Kate smiled at him gently and put her hand on his shoulder, looking straight in
his eyes.
« Enjoy your night with Allison. I'll take care of Stiles. Just tell me what
was wrong with him today. Like that, I'll tell it to his father. »
« He had a car accident last night, he hit a mountain lion and apparently, said
mountain lion attacked him. His back is full of pretty deep scratches. He was
really out of it and kept acting funny today… »
" Hmm… Interesting… » Kate whispered to herself.
« What ? »
« No, nothing. I'm taking him home. I'll tell you when he'll be at home, ok ? »
« Sure, thanks. » Scott said sadly.
She lifted Stiles in her arms, without too much difficulty and got out of the
club, heading towards her car. She threw Stiles' body over her shoulder to open
her trunk.
« Sorry, kid. You weren't wary enough… You fell right in my hands. »
Kate let the young man's motionless body fall in her car's trunk. Stiles' head
hit loudly a wooden box where she kept some of her weapons.
« Oops ! » She faked smirking.
She closed the trunk and walked to the driver's door and sat behind the
steering wheel, a satisfied smile on her face and an excited feeling coursing
through her body.
« That's gonna be so much fun! ... »
End Notes
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