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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV), Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Stiles_Stilinski/Jackson_Whittemore, Jordan
      Parrish/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent, Jackson
      Whittemore, Jordan_Parrish, Erica_Reyes, Lydia_Martin, Boyd, Isaac_Lahey,
      Jennifer_Blake, Paige_(Teen_Wolf), Cora_Hale, Malia_Tate, Danny
      Mahealani, Aiden_(Teen_Wolf), Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Alan_Deaton, Sheriff
      Stilinski, Melissa_McCall, Theo_Raeken
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Hogwarts, Dark, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt_Stiles, Top_Derek
      Hale/Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski, Top_Derek_Hale, Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski,
      Sex_Magic, Dark_Magic, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Drug_Use, Drugged_Sex, Slow
      Build_Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Past_Derek_Hale/Paige, Alive_Hale
      Family, Alternate_Universe_-_No_Hale_Fire, Beta_Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall
      &_Stiles_Stilinski_Friendship, Lydia_Martin_&_Stiles_Stilinski
      Friendship, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, satanic_rituals
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-24 Updated: 2016-02-24 Chapters: 2/? Words: 9173
****** In The Night ******
by TasteofFreedom
Summary
     “Dude, you were totally fucking him with your eyes. Oh my god, after
     all this time you wasted sulking over Paige all it took was one look
     at Stiles to forget her? I didn’t even know you were into guys.”
     "I wasn’t fucking him with my eyes, Isaac.”
Notes
     Warning: This fic will contain dark subject matter like rape/non-con.
     If this makes you uncomfortable in any way then this fic isn’t for
     you.
     This is my first TW fic so please bare with me. Updates will be slow
     because college=no free time.
     My tumblr username is seattlebruh101
     Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or anything in the Harry Potter
     universe.
     Quick Note: I realized I put the wrong month for their break up, It's
     August, not September. Sorry about that! It's been fixed.
***** Something's Different *****
“Stilinski?”
Derek frowned at the neat scrawl written on the small parchment envelope in his
hands. “Why do you suppose there’s a letter for Stiles at our table?” He
focused his attention back to Isaac and Boyd sitting across from him at the
Gryffindor table.
The long pause that followed left Derek wondering if they were even paying
attention to him in the first place. Frankly, he wouldn’t be too shocked if
they weren’t. While his love for his friends ran deep, he had to admit that
they weren’t exactly the listening type. Years of friendship had proven that.
“I don’t know.” Isaac was the first to answer. “Maybe it’s from Stiles to you.
I mean, the letter was in front of your usual seat.” He reached over to serve
himself another scoop of egg from the plate at the center of the table. “If I
wanted to get a letter to you without actually making any physical contact with
you I would think placing it in front of your usual seat for the past seven
years would be a pretty solid way of getting it to you. You’re pretty
predictable, Derek.” He raised an eyebrow and gave him a mischievous smirk.
“Ten galleons say that it’s a love letter.”
His response to that is tepid at best. Not quite sure if his friend was being
serious or not. Isaac’s heartbeat stayed constant throughout his silly wager
proposition. However ridiculous it may have sounded to Derek, Isaac was
confident that he would win such a bet. “You can’t be serious. Why on earth
would Stiles Stilinski leave a letter for me? I know he’s into guys and all but
I doubt he’s ‘in love’ with me. I think I would have picked up on that if it
were true. Besides, isn’t he dating Whittemore?”
“You’re joking, right?” Isaac said with a mouth full of scrambled eggs. “They
went Splitsville back in August, rememb… never mind.” Isaac trailed off. Derek
felt like he should tell Isaac that it was okay. He didn’t have to try and
spare his feelings by avoiding reality. So Stiles and Jackson had broken up at
around the same time he and Paige had. It shouldn’t be a big deal. Almost two
and a half months had passed since then. But the truth was it still hurt Derek
way more than it should. His thoughts would constantly go back to her, to
happier times when they were together and had their whole lives ahead of them.
He found himself quickly submerging himself back in the feelings he had felt
that day when she had said it was over. Sensing that Derek was thinking of her
again Isaac briskly continued. “But anyways, the guy practically drooled his
way through fourth year. And that was from just looking at you.” With that a
small piece of food went flying from his mouth and back onto his plate.
This earned him a dirty look and exasperated sigh from Boyd. “There are worse
things than that, Derek. I guarantee you that Stilinski having a crush on you
is better than eating with a person that has the table manners of an
acromantula every day.”
“Hey! I know Erica could use some etiquette lessons but there’s no need to be
so rude about it. What kind of boyfriend are you anyways?” Isaac shot back with
a smirk. Boyd chose to role his eyes and simply ignore him. He was known for
being the quiet one of the group, however, Boyd still butted heads with Isaac.
Nearly everyone in Gryffindor did. Hell, most of the Houses seemed to have some
type of quarrel with him, never anything too major though. Not yet at least.
He looked back down at the envelope. It was rather small, definitely a personal
letter. The paper was bright white and would have looked brand new, even
expensive, if it weren’t for the worn edges that were crumpled up as though
they were shoved haphazardly into the owl’s talons. Upon further examination
Derek found that there was a small tear near the bottom left edge; the owl’s
doing most likely. It was fairly strange for an owl to get a delivery wrong.
Derek thought perhaps a student charmed the poor bird. Maybe a second or third
year trying out their rapidly developing magical abilities, after all, what
good was magic if you couldn’t have a little fun with it? He remembered when he
was just starting to get the hang of it. He certainly had some of his old
professors cursing the day he was born, perhaps quite literally.
“Hey losers, quit talking about me behind my back. You know I can hear you from
clear across the room, right?” Erica plopped down next to Boyd with her school
bag in tow. She gave Boyd a quick peck on the cheek before filling her plate
with sausage and eggs.
After she was satisfied with what she has chosen she drew her attention to the
envelope in Derek’s hands. “What do you have there? Did the headmaster decide
that your poor academic performance last year puts your participation in
quidditch this year on hold?” She snickered at him. “If it is you should tell
him not to worry about that, its not like you even show up to practice anymore.
You’ll probably get dropped any day now if you keep it up. Even then, I doubt
the school would allow you to play given your academic track record. You caught
a huge break when they let you play even after you flunked. I don’t think
they’ll be so kind this time around.” She said the last part with as much venom
as she could possibly put into a sentence. She was baiting him for some sort of
reaction.
“Shut up Erica.” Derek let out a low growl to show her how unwelcome her
comments were.
“Cool it Wolfy. You’re just mad that what I said is true. But really though,
what is it?” Her tone became softer as she started on her breakfast. Her own
way of acknowledging that perhaps she was being too harsh on him.
“Owl must have dropped off a letter at the wrong table. It’s for Stiles
Stilinski.” Derek gestured to Isaac and Boyd. “However, these two seem to think
that it’s Stiles’ way of telling me he’s in love with me. Can you believe them?
It’s silly. Like I told them, I think I would have been able to pick up on
something like that if it were true.”
He watched in slight horror as Erica’s curious expression turned into a stare
that seemed to want to drill holes into his very soul. He wasn’t nearly ready
for her response.
“Really Derek!” Erica all but shouted. “You mean to tell me that you had no
clue that Stiles Stilinski had the biggest crush on you for the longest time?
Jesus Christ, I mean come on. He was totally in love with you and I’m pretty
sure everyone knew. He would try following you around like a lost puppy when we
were younger. You didn’t notice that?”
No, actually he hadn’t. Derek thought back to the few interactions he had had
with Stiles. Flashes of hurried ‘sorries’ from Stiles’ part as he bumped into
him after quidditch games and in the Great Hall came to mind. They had always
been awkward, but he supposed that it was all due to the fact that Stiles was,
well, awkward. He never thought that it could be because he had feelings for
Derek. He gave Erica a sheepish look, which signified he honestly had no idea.
“Jesus, Derek. Why do you think everyone just about lost their shit when he
started dating Jackson? He went from fawning over you to dating the guy you
hate over the summer after fourth year, just like that. It was weird and you
couldn’t pick up on it then? I’m pretty sure even Paige knew.” Erica didn’t
bother to take pity on Derek. His whole body seemed to convey sadness at the
mention of Paige’s name. She was seething at this point. “I’m sorry Derek, but
was your head so far up Paige’s ass that you didn’t notice what was going on
around you? I’m surprised you had any room in your life left for friends to be
honest.”
He didn’t bother hiding his hurt expression. A small whine escaped his lips. He
placed the envelope on the table and just stared at it thinking over what Erica
had just told him. He wanted to be angry at her. Wanted to tell her she didn’t
understand a thing, but deep down he knew that there was too much truth in her
words for him to even bother trying to deny them.
“Leave him alone Erica, I don’t think that’s what he should be hearing right
now.” Surprisingly it was Boyd who came to his rescue. Well, not too surprising
really. Boyd had a gift for calming them down and calling truces between them.
Erica’s face softened. “Look Der, I’m sorry, but you were going to hear this
eventually. I get it, you and Paige dated for a really long time but you have
to realize that it isn’t the end of the world. Sure it hurts right now but life
goes on. It’s for the best and you know it. It wasn’t healthy to be so immersed
into each other like you were.” Her expression went back to a stern one. “Cora
told me you tried going down to the Hufflepuff Basement last night. Derek, are
you crazy? She called it quits and you have to respect that. It’s over.”
“I know it’s over, okay! Believe me, I know! I just, I don’t know, I just
thought that maybe if- I don’t know, just forget it.” Erica gave him a pitiful
look. “Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t think that letter is from Stiles to
you. Sure he had the hots for you back then but he moved on when he started
dating Jackson. And he really loved him. If you ask me I don’t think he’s been
taking the break up all that well either. He isn’t the same anymore. He always
looks so tired and sick and pale now. It’s like he’s a different person... but
not at the same time, if that makes any sense.” Derek mulled over what Erica
told him. If he thought about it he guessed Stiles wasn’t the same as before.
Come to think of it, even though their meetings were rare, he had yet to hear
his loud voice ringing in the halls this year. Maybe he felt just like Derek
was feeling.
“Well I’m glad one of us has some common sense.” He said in an attempt to
lighten the mood a bit.
He dropped all intentions of rearing the conversation back to a positive one
when the sound of loud footsteps headed in their direction reached is ears. The
noise was piercing and echoed throughout the Great Hall. As the steps came
closer to them Derek’s nose was hit with a strong perfumed scent. It was a
pleasant mix of honey and vanilla. No doubt expensive judging by how it wasn’t
asphyxiating to his werewolf senses like some of the other perfumes girls would
wear did.
Lydia Martin.
Derek remembered the smell from when she tutored him after Paige had asked
kindly for him. He was nearly failing Ancient Runes and in desperate need of
help. He couldn’t fail a second year at Hogwarts and he was willing to take any
help that came his way. That tutoring session had not ended on a positive note.
Derek remembered how Lydia had told him that if she wanted to hear about Paige
for an hour she would have just had a conversation with her and that the whole
thing was a waste of her time. His ears reddened from the mere memory of it.
“Excuse me” Lydia said as soon as she reached them. “I was wondering if any of
you have seen mail that belongs to Ravenclaw students? Some fifth-year
Slytherins thought it’d be a brilliant prank to reroute it to the other tables.
It’s more of a nuisance than a prank really, but then again that particular
cluster of Slytherins is far below the usual standard of their House.” She said
this while expectantly tapping her high-heel-cladded foot on the stone floor. A
forced smile was laid on her face.
“Actually, we have a letter right here!” Isaac enthusiastically reached across
the table to grab the letter in front of Derek to give to Lydia. “Here you go,
beautiful!” Isaac grinned like an idiot while Erica rolled her eyes besides
him.
“Thank you.” Her thin smile was directed towards Isaac now. Her eyes lit up as
she looked down and read the name carefully printed in ink on the envelope.
“Oh, Stiles will be happy about this. Well, enjoy your, err breakfast.” She
faltered a bit as she looked down at all of their plates piled high with food,
lingering the longest on Erica’s before making eye contact with her.
“Will do. Glad we could help.” Boyd tried defusing the tension that was arising
between Erica and Lydia when she noticed Lydia’s interest in her plate. “Well
then, I’ll leave you alone now.” Lydia added as she made her way further down
the Gryffindor table.
“God, I hate her I’m-better-than-you-and-my-shit-doesn’t-smell attitude. Is
there anyone else as vain as her? Actually, never mind. I’m sure Jackson could
give her a run for her money in that department any day. You know, it would
have made more sense for those two to date. Stiles is too sweet. ” Erica spewed
as soon as Lydia was out of earshot.
“Erica, Lydia is beautiful, rich, and smart. I’m pretty sure she would have to
be insane to not act like that, I mean come on, she has it all.” Isaac made a
clear point of exaggerating the ‘all’ part. “Do you think she’d say yes if I
asked her out?”
“You said it yourself idiot, she has it all. Including a boyfriend that can
kick your ass without breaking a sweat. Is your dumb fantasy worth getting up
close and personal with Aiden’s fist?” Erica gave him a knowing look after he
responded with a clipped ‘no.’ “Besides, I thought you were talking to Allison?
It’s a little sleazy to try and get with two girls at the same time, especially
if they’re best friends. It’s low even for you Lahey. Not that you have a
chance with either of them.”
Derek couldn’t help himself from smirking at that. He couldn’t blame Isaac for
fawning over a girl like Lydia Martin. She was gorgeous with her long, red hair
and bright green eyes. She could have almost anyone at Hogwarts and she knew
it. Plus he was certain Isaac was just bluffing.
“Well, anyway. I guess that solved that mystery. It wasn’t a love letter after
all.” Isaac said in a feeble attempt to change the subject.
Derek’s mood changed yet again as he sensed his sister’s sour one approaching
them.
“Derek.” Cora said as she slid in next to him. “Finstock is royally pissed off
at you for not going to practice the last couple of days. He said that you’re
off the team if you don’t show your sorry butt today. So if I were you, I’d end
my little pity party and go. You’re lucky he hasn’t already cut you.”
Derek didn’t bother to look up at Cora and decided to tune her out instead. He
knew she and Erica were just trying to look out for him but it didn’t change
the fact that he had become this pathetic person since she dumped him. It’s
better this way, Der. She had told him. We both knew this was coming for a
while now. But Derek hadn’t known. As far as he was concerned they were both
happy. He was wrong.
“Are you even listening to me? Did you not hear me say how important it is that
you stay on the team? Jackson and the rest of Slytherin have been on fire this
year. You know we can’t beat Ravenclaw without you as long as they have Danny
and to add to that their team just got an assistant to help coach them. The
guy’s really good Derek, we need you.”
His ears perked up at that. “What do you mean they have an assistant to help
them now? Is that even allowed?”
“Apparently. He isn’t getting paid or anything. He just volunteered for the
position. It’s Professor Blake’s apprentice, Parrish. Do you see what I mean?
We really need you. Quit moping around and come help your team. Your House. And
stop trying to bother Paige. Trying to sneak into her common room after she
broke up with you isn’t romantic. It’s creepy and will get you into so much
trouble if you get caught. If I catch you doing it again I’ll tell mom. I’m
sure she’ll have no problem coming here in person to tell you what you need to
hear. Get your shit together Derek. She wasn’t even your true mate.”
To that Derek had no response. He simply stared back at her.
“Well am I wrong?” Cora arched a brow that begged for him to try and argue with
her. He couldn’t, and she knew it. It was something that had bugged him a lot
throughout the relationship. He was so sure that they were meant to be together
for the rest of their lives. He had kept waiting for the day that his wolf
would latch onto her soul and reinforce his idea that what they had was real.
It never came.
His train of thought was interrupted again. This time by two pale hands that
slammed next to his on the table. He mentally cursed himself. How could he let
someone, a human even, sneak up on him like that? He really did need to get his
shit together.
“Hey, Lahey,” a familiar voice said. “Oh my god! That was horrible. Hey, Lahey.
Jeez, does that happen a lot? I bet it does, doesn't it? How are you not a
violent person, man? Kudos to you my friend because I think I would flip if I
heard that every day. Hey, Lahey. Jesus, I am so sorry I said that.” The person
next to Derek rambled on with a very obvious American accent.
Derek turned his head to look at the newcomer already knowing who it was. His
eyes first latched onto the Ravenclaw crest embroidered on his robe. His eyes
then traveled further up and lingered on his neck. Derek felt his pulse quicken
as he took in the near-flawless ivory skin- lightly peppered with moles. The
length of it made it seem regal even. He could sense the blood rushing inside
his throat just underneath the near-translucent skin. Derek felt himself
swallow as he traveled even further up to Stiles’ face. What he found there
were deep red lips that shimmered slightly as their owner wet them with his
tongue, a perfect cupid’s bow. Above those lips was a slightly upturned nose
and high cheekbones. As his eyes traveled along the contours of his features
they were met with golden amber eyes. If he had to choose a word to describe
them he would have to go with something like mesmerizing. They were framed by a
set of delicately arched eyebrows. The large, dark circles that enveloped
Stiles’ eyes, however, marred the beauty of his face. Even then Derek found
himself dumbfounded. He didn’t think he had ever been this close to Stiles for
a long enough time to really take in what he looked like.
“Dude, your eyes!” Stiles said, breaking the trance he was in.
Derek stared back with his mouth open.
“I’m not an expert on werewolves or anything, but aren’t you guys trained to
get that sort of stuff under control when you’re little or something?”
Derek cleared his throat; his face went bright red at the realization that he
flashed his beta eyes at him.
“What did you need Stiles?” Isaac said, trying to get back to the original
purpose of Stiles’ visit.
“Oh, yeah! Lydia told me you found my letter here. Was there a package with it?
Did you see anything else with it? I really need the package that went along
with it. I can’t believe those Slytherin assholes. Actually, never mind.  Yes I
can. Those idiots give the entire House a bad rep.” He paused to think about
what he had just said. “Well, they make it worse than it already was to begin
with. I’m sure they’re going to get an earful from Aiden once Lyds mentions it
to him though. So, was there anything else with it?” Stiles looked at Isaac
expectantly. It bothered Derek for some reason. He wanted his attention back on
him. He felt a growl start rumbling deep within his chest. Cora kicked his leg
underneath the table before it was audible to Stiles, but nearly everyone else
around him took notice.
“Um, Derek found it on the table when he got here. You should ask him.” He
pointed in his direction.
Stiles now looked back down at Derek. One eyebrow arched higher than the other.
“Well?”
Derek just stared at him.
“Why don’t you just ask Jackson to get those Slytherins to leave you guys
alone?”
It was the first thing that came out of his mouth and he hated himself for it.
He stared back at Stiles and watched as a pained expression flashed across his
face for a brief moment before going back to a collected and cool gaze.
After a few awkward seconds of silence Stiles replied, “Because we aren’t
really on speaking terms. He dumped me a couple of months ago. Kind of like how
Paige dumped you. I’ll take that as no then, asshole.”
With that Stiles turned around and quickly headed towards the doors to exit the
Great Hall.
He had absolutely no idea what came over him as he watched him go.
“Derek, what the fuck?”
He turned to look at Erica. “It just came out!"
“Yeah, I bet it did. What was that all about? You flashed your eyes at him,
Der. I was scared you were going to wolf-out on him for a second there.” Cora’s
tone was more concerned.
“Dude, you were totally fucking him with your eyes. Oh my god, after all this
time you wasted sulking over Paige all it took was one look at Stiles to forget
her? I didn’t even know you were into guys.” Isaac was laughing at him. “And
you fucked it up in like five seconds! What kind of question was that? Why
don’t you just ask that Slytherin boyfriend of yours that dumped you like
yesterday’s trash and hooked up with someone else like two days later to help
you?” Isaac tried to imitate him by making his voice deeper. “You know, his mom
died before he came to Hogwarts, Derek. Why didn’t you bring that up while you
were at it?”
“That’s enough Isaac. That wasn’t even funny. Derek didn’t mean it and I’m sure
that when he has the opportunity he’ll apologize to Stiles. Right, Derek?”
Boyd’s tone made it clear that what he was saying wasn’t just a suggestion.
“Yeah. I gue-”
Derek’s voice faltered as Paige entered the Great Hall, he didn’t have to turn
around to know she was walking towards the Hufflepuff table. He wanted to
though. Wanted to take in her lightly tanned skin. Her flowing dark hair that
shined beautifully in the sun and the beauty mark that rested just underneath
her left eye. Wanted to get a better whiff of her scent, that all too familiar
smell that was a mix of fresh rain in a meadow, citrus fruits bursting with
flavor, and delicious earthy undertones. He didn’t though.
“Yeah, I guess.” He finished. “And I wasn’t fucking him with my eyes, Isaac.”
***** Goodnight Gotham *****
Chapter Notes
     I own nothing.
     Trigger Warning: Darker material in this chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
                                    August
 
The music was thumping loudly all around him. Stiles was certain that even the
walls were vibrating along to the chaotic sound of music and young people
dancing and screaming. Trying to keep up with the fast paced atmosphere of Club
Lucifer. The ridiculously attractive guy that had started grinding up behind
him a few songs earlier asked him a question that he didn’t quite catch.
 
“What was that!?” Stiles turned around and practically screamed into the guy’s
ear.
 
Hottie responded by bringing Stiles in closer to him, a firm grip on his sides.
 
“Your name!” He leaned down and spoke into his ear as he started swaying
rhythmically with him along to the music. “What’s your name?” This time less
forcefully as the song that was being blasted started to fade away, nearing its
end.
 
The sweet smell of cinnamon infused with vodka and a hint of sweat filled
Stiles’ nose with Hottie so close to his face. He closed his eyes and took in
the wonderfully sinful aroma. His lips formed a small grin as he leaned into
his chest.
 
His momentary trance was broken when he heard a soft chuckle coming from
Hottie.
 
“Don’t tell me you’re already too gone to remember your name.”  
 
He quickly puled away from him. “Oh, yeah! Uh, No, umm…” Stiles felt his face
heat up and it wasn’t the warmth of the room that was causing it. He knew his
cheeks were painted a deep red from embarrassment. Hopefully the strobe lights
flashing everywhere would disguise it. They probably didn’t.
 
“Stiles. My name is Stiles.” He tried his hardest to sound as sober as he
absolutely wasn’t.
 
That earned him another small chuckle. “Stiles” Hottie repeated, trying the
name out on his own. “I like it. It’s unique.”
 
Hottie cupped his face with his hands and drew small circles with his thumbs
over Stiles’ lips. “I’m Jordan.” He purred before leaning in to give him a
kiss.
Hott- no, Jordan’s lips were warm and soothing against his own. Stiles closed
his eyes again; this time he intentionally let the moment take him.
He felt Jordan’s tongue brush up against his lips. Stiles parted them as an
invitation. Their kiss turned much deeper after that. It was wild and wet and
gloriously sloppy. The taste of alcohol on Jordan’s tongue wasn’t nearly as
strong as what Stiles had been expecting. He let his hands creep up on Jordan’s
soft, brown hair, fingers looking for something to hold on to, while Jordan let
out a muffled moan as he slid his hands underneath Stile’s tank top.
 
He was really doing this. He was making out with a complete stranger at a
muggle club in the heart of London. Well, not a complete stranger. At least he
knew his name, if that counted for anything. If only Jackson could see him now.
 
Dammit, Jackson.
 
He pulled away from Jordan. “Wait.”
 
“What’s wrong?”
 
What was wrong?
 
Wasn’t this what he wanted? The whole point of tonight was to have fun and
forget about his stupid love life. Let loose. Those were the words that Scott
and Lydia had used. And he was. He wanted so badly to just live a little and
prove to someone, anyone that he was going to be okay.
 
But the mere thought of Jackson brought back all the feelings of heartbreak and
disgust that he had tried to drown out with shots of Smirnoff and Absolut
Raspberry all night long. He had even taken a hit from a stranger’s joint in
the bathroom earlier to demonstrate that he was here to have fun.
 
So why was he backing out now? This was muggle London for crying out loud. It
wasn’t like anyone at school or his dad would find out. The only people who
knew he was here were Scott, Lydia, Kira, and Aiden. And they wouldn’t tell a
soul. They themselves were lost somewhere in the throng of sticky bodies, spilt
drinks, and suspiciously odorous clouds.
 
Come to think of it, Stiles had yet to see his friends since he departed from
the group to go to the bathroom. He guessed that was nearly an hour ago.
 
He motioned to check his phone real quick when another realization struck him.
His phone had been inside the chest pocket of his flannel shirt. The one he had
discarded somewhere in an attempt to cool down.
“My friends.” Stiles blurted.
 
“I came with my friends. I- I should try to find them. I don’t want them to
worry.”
 
Jordan reached down and intertwined his hands with Stiles’ sweaty ones. “Is
that it?” He said with a twinkle in his mesmerizing emerald eyes. “They’ll be
fine. I’m sure they know you’re old enough to take care of yourself.” He slowly
slid his mouth next to his ears. “You’re big boy aren’t you?” He didn’t even
try to hide the implication in that.
 
Stiles felt the blood rushing to his cheeks again.
 
“C’mon, they know you’re fine.” Jordan parted from him and started to lead him
towards the edge of the mass of people. “I’m thirsty. Lets get something to
drink.”
 
Stiles followed.
 
A part of him knew it wasn’t a smart thing to do. But another part, the
stupidly drunk one, cheered him on.
 
They ended up at the bar. It was crowded with people exchanging crumpled bills
for fizzy drinks in shot glasses. Stiles had avoided that particular area in
fear of coming across someone who wouldn’t be so easily fooled by his I.D. He
knew his fear was mostly unfounded. Technically their I.D.’s weren’t fake; they
were just slightly enhanced by magic. There was no way a muggle would know any
better. But his obvious youthful appearance had him relying on Aiden, who
looked much older than his actual age, for drinks at the beginning of the
night.
 
Sensing his reluctance Jordan ushered him to the left where there were a few
empty cushioned seats. “Stay here.” He ordered. “I’ll be right back!”
 
Stiles lay down and closed his eyes, feeling dizzy. The alcohol was really
starting to kick in now. He took a deep breath with his nose and slowly
exhaled.
 
Seriously, what was he doing?
 
This was ridiculous. He knew absolutely nothing about Jordan besides his name.
And he was about to drink with him. Scott and Lydia were probably worried sick
looking for him.
 
Maybe this night was a waste. He was foolish to think that he could just go and
forget all his troubles by grinding on complete strangers and drinking liquor.
 
He let a few minutes pass before he started to get up. He should just go find
the gang and tell them it was time to go.
 
“I’m back! Got here as fast as I- you’re not leaving are you?”
 
“Hey man, yeah. I-I should really get back to my friends. Th- they’re probably
worried sick.” Stiles fumbled with his words.
 
Jordan looked genuinely disappointed at this. It almost made Stiles second-
guess himself.
 
“How ‘bout this.” He said after a moment. “Just take one drink with me. We’ll
talk for a little while. Who knows, if your friends are looking for you they
may have a better chance of finding you if you’re in one place. If they don’t
show up while we’re hanging out here, I’ll help you find them myself. What do
you say?”
 
Stiles mulled it over. It made sense to stay put. Plus he really wasn’t feeling
up to the task of weaving his way through the large crowd to find Scott or
Lydia. Or even Aiden or Kira for that matter. It couldn’t be too bad.
 
“I mean, I- I guess it couldn’t hurt. Like, just for a little while anyways.”
Stiles caved.
 
Jordan gave him a large smile that showcased his perfect teeth. The dark
lighting of this part of the club made them contrast beautifully against his
tan skin. Jeez, this guy was gorgeous.
 
“Now we’re talking.” Jordan’s said while maintaining his smile. “Here, take
this.” He outstretched his arms towards him. Stiles finally noticed the three
drinks he was holding together in his hands. Two shot glasses filled to the
brim with a dark amber liquid and a third larger one that contained something
that was fizzy and dark. It looked suspiciously like soda. “This one’s yours.”
He motioned slightly with his chin towards the farthest shot glass.
 
Stiles hesitated for a moment. A knot began to form in his lower abdomen. Maybe
this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
 
Jordan let out a laugh.
 
“I’m kidding! Take whichever one you want. I swear I didn’t put anything in
them, Scout’s honor.” He paused. “People say that still, right?”
 
Stiles eased a little and gave him a small smile. “Not really. Just in super
cheesy movies.” He took the shot glass behind the one Jordan had originally
claimed to be his.
 
“So, what is this,” he said as he took careful sniff of the concoction in his
glass. Whatever it was, it was definitely strong.
 
“Four Horsemen.” Jordan answered coolly as he sat down. He motioned for him to
do the same next to him. Stiles did. “And this,” he said while raising the
larger glass, “is for just in case you think you need something to chase it
down.” So it was soda.
 
“Here,” Jordan gave him the glass with soda. “After three.” Stiles readied his
own drink. “One. Two.” Jordan gave a dramatic pause and wiggled his eyebrows in
anticipation. It almost made him giggle. “And three!” They both raised their
shots and tilted their heads back, letting the amber liquid slide down their
throats.
 
Jordan finished first with a loud “Woo.” Stiles meanwhile had made the mistake
of tasting the Four Horsemen for too long. He reeled back nearly gagging. His
eyes burned.
 
“No no no!” Jordan told him as he kept Stiles’s hand from bringing the drink
away from his mouth. “You can’t let it beat you.”
 
Stiles took in the last of the drink forcefully and quickly chased it down with
the soda Jordan had given him. It was root beer. The sweet taste of it did
little to alleviate his burning throat.
“Wow,” he proclaimed after clearing his throat for an obscene amount of time.
“Four Horsemen. Not doing that again.”
 
“Nice job. You didn’t let any spill. I’m impressed,” Jordan reassured him. He
took Stiles’s empty shot glass from his fingers and placed it next to his own
empty one on the wooden coffee table in front of them.
 
Stiles took another swig of his root beer and stared at Jordan, who was already
doing the same.
 
“Sorry if I came on a little too strong back there.” Jordan was the first to
break the silence. “Couldn’t help myself. You’re so damn cute.” He gave a
little laugh at the end.
 
“Oh, no. It’s totally cool, man. You’re, you’re really cute too, like, way more
than cute…” Stiles trailed off and felt like an idiot. He wasn’t sure if his
face could get any redder at this point.
 
Jordan smiled. “Well, I’m glad you think that. So... Stiles.” He drew out his
name with a curious expression plastered on his face. “Is that short for
something?”
 
This time Stiles let out an obnoxiously loud laugh.
 
“Dude, you’re not getting my full name. I may be hella fucked up but I’m not
telling you that! Seriously man, like, I’ve only told two people in the whole
world out of my own free will.” He banged his fist against his chest in a
pseudo display of manliness. As if that itself was a testament to his strength.
“It’s Polish and hard to pronounce. I’ll tell you that much.” He swirled his
root beer with the straw he had discarded earlier in the hope of getting root
beer in his mouth quicker to ease his taste buds.
 
“Okay.” Jordan said while he stretched out both arms on the futon, casually
wrapping one around Stiles. “So you have Polish ancestry and judging by your
accent you're American. That’s a good start in getting to know you.” He gently
tapped his fingers against Stiles’s shoulder in what felt like a random
pattern.
 
“Hey, how do you know I’m not Canadian?” Stiles raised an eyebrow at him.
 
“I’ll take that as a yes then.” He gave him another one of his show-stopping
smiles. Stiles felt his stomach do a little back flip.
 
“Just a guess really. America is much larger than Canada in terms of
population. It was more likely that you were American. Statistically speaking
that is.”
 
“Well aren’t you the smart one. Using colmo- common. Common sense to get to an
answer.”
 
“I like to think I’m slightly above average in the intellectual department. So
what brings you to London?”
 
“I, I got to school here. In Europe I mean, not here as in here in London.”
Stiles was struggling to keep as much truth into his story without revealing
too much to the muggle. Would he even believe him if he let something slip? He
was clearly intoxicated.
 
Jordan didn’t press him further on specifics of the location of his school, to
Stiles’s relief. “That must be pretty expensive then. Tuition is ridiculously
high for international students.”
 
“My mom used to attend it. She was originally from England. I got what you
could call a sort of scholarship to go there as well.”
 
“Oh, so you’re a legacy then.” It was more of a statement than an actual
question. Stiles bobbed his head in agreement.
 
“That’s interesting.” He slid his body slightly closer to Stiles’s own. He
didn’t say anything about it.
 
“What about you? Are you from London?”
 
“I’m not really from the area,” was all Stiles got in return. “My life isn’t
really all that spectacular. It’s pretty bland compared to yours, I’m sure.”
Jordan clearly meant for that to be the end of it. But Stiles pressed on.
 
“C’mon. I told you something about me.” Stiles pleaded.
 
“Okay then.” He responded after contemplating it. “I got a sort of internship
at a really prestigious school up North this year. I start in September. I was
pretty lucky to get it, really. I’m pretty fresh out of graduate school, you
could say.”
 
“Now we’re getting somewhere. So you just graduated, huh? That means you’re
twentyyyy…” Stiles let on as a clear invitation for Jordan to finish for him.
 
“I’m twenty-seven. Very subtle interrogation method by the way.” Jordan
squeezed his bare forearm slightly with the hand that was draped around him.
“And I take it you’re at least twenty-one. There’s absolutely no way you could
have entered otherwise, correct?” Stiles averted eye contact but not before
seeing the cheeky wink that Jordan gave him.”
 
“Yeah, totally. Twenty-one. Dos y Uno. The golden age.” The Four Horsemen was
clearly beginning to show its hideous face. Stiles wanted to bang his head
against the small coffee table in front of them. Well that was smooth.
 
Jordan dropped the topic of age. That alone should have raised red flags
everywhere for Stiles, but he was currently struggling to form coherent
sentences in his mind, let alone voice them properly.
 
“My god, you know what I really want? Tacos! Like, why doesn’t London have
decent tacos? There’s this great place back where I live that serves the B-E-S-
T tacos. And it’s right next to this place that has awesome curly fries!” At
this point, everything that came out of his mouth made perfect sense to him.
Who could argue with a good taco?
 
“You’re really funny,” Jordan bent down and gave him quick peck on the cheek.
Before Stiles could react Jordan started the conversation up again.
 
“I’m sure the tacos and curly fries here are a pale comparison to the ones you
can find in California.”
 
Stiles frowned. “I don’t remember telling you that I was from California.” He
gave him a confused look.
 
Without hesitation Jordan simply replied with, “Of course you did. I think that
maybe the Four Horsemen was the tipping point for you.” His tone was similar to
that of a parent lecturing their child about something obvious.
 
Stiles took what Jordan told him for face value. He really wasn’t in the right
mindset to judge if it was true or not. “Oh. Shit, man. I Solomo. Solemin. I
solemnlyswear I’m not some loser drunk that gets wasted every other day. This
is like, the third time in my life. I swear. I promise.” He let out an
abhorrent spout of giggles. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I’m drunk off
my ass. I lost my phone. And to top it all off I have no clue where my friends
are. Isn’t this like, the exact opposite of what a night out is supposed to
be?”
 
“You can’t define what makes a good time now, can you? The point of it is to
have fun. You can’t put restrictions on that. Fun just happens and shit usually
follows. Oh well,” was Jordan’s reply. He wasn’t the first person to tell him
this.
 
“You sound just like my ex, you know that?” Stiles said. “Like, exactly like
him.” Great, he was thinking about himagain. “You wanna know how we met? It’s
probably the stupidest shit ever, I swear.”
 
“Of course,” Jordan speedily encouraged him. “I want to get to know you
better.”
 
“I went to one of his qu- uh, one of his sports games when we were fourteen.
The funny thing is I didn’t even go to watch him or his team play.” He started
giggling. “You see I used to have this huge crush on a guy that was on the
opposing team. Like, a ginormously huge crush on the guy and I don’t even think
he really knew I existed.” Stiles paused and thought back on his innocent
fourteen-year old self. On how simple things seemed to be compared to now. “So,
Jackson’s team lost really bad, and I was super stoked ‘cause Derek kicked
ass.” He was amazed at how childish he had been in the past, chasing after
Derek Hale like that. “And I went over to congratulate him and like, try and
have an actual conversation with him for the first time in like, ever. And he
totally blew me off. He walked right by me. He even bumped my shoulder. Can you
believe that? Totally rude.” Stiles started shaking his head to in a faux
demonstration of severe disapproval. “So he blows me off and goes to hug Paige,
his girlfriend. I guess I shouldn’t have been as offended, but that just
wrecked me.” Stiles was now deeply immersed in the memory. “I thought it
wrecked me. That feels like a little boo boo a kid gets on the playground now.”
 
“So I start crying in the corner trying to hide from everyone and Jackson comes
over to me and straight up asks me why I even liked the guy.” He surprises
himself by laughing at the fond memory. “Straight up, he’s like, ‘Hale’s a
dumbass and you’re way too smart for him.’ And that was that. Jackson was
friends with this guy I knew and we talked occasionally when we were all
together. I slowly started losing interest in Derek when I started to think to
myself ‘hey, this guy is a bit of a dumbass.’ That summer we met up and really
hit it off, so he asked me out and I said sure.”
 
The good feelings that theses memories once brought him now started to cut at
him like rusting daggers.
 
He felt warm tears start sliding down his cheeks. His vision began to blur from
the salty droplets. “You know, this has been a really shitty month for me.
Like, I know it’s stupid and pathetic, but my boyfriend fucking dumped me. And
it’s probably fucked that I’m thinking like this but he dumped me for a girl.
That shit just fucking makes it hurt even worse.” Stiles covered his face with
his hands and leaned over so his elbows were resting on his knees. “It’s like,
did what we have not count? Were two years just wasted for both of us?” He was
crying harder. He was certain that he looked like a disgusting wet mess right
now, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. “He made me feel like I was
the best thing to ever fucking walk this goddamn earth. And he told me that I
made him feel the same way.” He partly uncovered his face from his hands as the
tears slowed. “This was the first real relationship for both of us. I know it
was stupid to think we’d last forever or whatever, but it still fucking hurts.
I know absolutely nothing about relationships outside of Jackson.” He stopped
talking while he composed himself a little.
 
“He knew everything about me… I-I obviously didn’t know everything about him
though.” The tears stopped. “Shit, I am so fucking sorry about that. You so did
not deserve any of that.” He rubbed his eyes and face until the skin felt raw.
“I am so sorry. This is so embarrassing. I hope you don’t think I’m just a
whiny little kid.”
 
“Hey, relax.” There was no space between him and Jordan now. He found the
warmth radiating from his body relaxing. Reassuring even. “Everyone goes
through tough break-ups. It’s part of being human. You’re allowed to cry,
Stiles. Just let it all out. And I did ask for it.” Jordan’s right hand was
giving his back a soothing massage.
 
Stiles smiled. “You’re so nice. You don’t even know me. More people should
definitely be more like you. And you’re really hot too.” He started giggling
again certain that he still had red eyes from crying.
 
“What’s so funny?” Jordan said with an amused expression.
 
Stiles leaned back on the futon and pressed himself even tighter against
Jordan. “Nothing. You’re just so nice.” He turned his head so it was resting on
his chest and inhaled deeply. “And you smell really good.”
 
“I’m glad you think so. And I’m not just being nice by hearing you out. I
really want to know what you’re thinking. We all need to let loose sometime.”
 
“That’s exactly what my friends told me. Only, their idea of letting loose
involved me going to a nightclub.” He sighed. “I guess I just needed to say
what was on my mind ‘cause I’m feeling better. Like, it still hurts like hell
and all, but at least it’s not all trapped in my head anymore. Know what I
mean?”
 
“I know exactly what you mean. But I’m sure you could have told your friends
all of this. That’s what friends do for each other, isn’t it?”
 
Guilt filled Stiles’s gut. “Ugh, please don’t think my friends are horrible and
negligent people. They’re really not. They’re actually amazing people. My
friend Lydia flew from London all the way to Santa Rosa and took a cab to my
house in Beacon Hills just to make sure I was all good. How many people would
do that for a friend? It was actually really touching. Knowing that Lydia
navigated muggle Calif- never mind. I’m drunk. I’m just saying stupid shit
now.” He prayed to whatever mystical being that was out there to let Jordan
gloss over his slip up. How the hell was he going to explain that?
 
“What was that? Muggle, was it? What a peculiar word.” Stiles glanced up and
saw Jordan give him a half-smile. One of his canines was partly exposed by the
raising of his lip. It looked so menacing and out of place that it commanded
Stiles’s attention for a moment.
 
“No. Forget what I said, Just stupid shit. I’m just rambling. Really, it’s just
stupid shit. Forget it.”
 
Jordan drew him in even closer. Stiles’s was half-sitting on his lap now. “If
you say so.” He took in a long whiff of Stiles’s throat.
 
Stiles just lay there for a long time taking in the moment. Enjoying the rush
that came from feeling Jordan leave kisses all along his throat and collarbone.
 
“This is so surreal,” he said, breaking the moment of bliss. “Like, an hour ago
I was out there grinding up on strangers and struggling to say an actual
sentence without slurring. And now I’m here, clearly even more drunk than I was
out there.” He motioned to the dance floor. “But, my mind feels clearer now.
Like, I’m so calm and I can actually talk like a human being and there’s this
loud ass music playing in the background and it’s almost like it’s not even
there. Weird, huh?”
 
“Mmm, yeah, strange.” Jordan said between kisses. The wet skin he was leaving
behind felt amazing whenever he blew on it. It was almost like a refreshing
breeze if he closed his eyes. Stiles turned to Jordan at an awkward angle and
really took him in.
 
He was wearing a dark button-up shirt. The darkness of the room kept him from
guessing the exact shade. It was probably dark blue or something. His legs were
clad in some really expensive-looking jeans that felt warm and smooth under the
exposed skin of his thigh.
 
“Aren’t you uncomfortable? It’s hot as hell in here and you’re all covered up.”
 
He must have found what he said extremely funny because he let out a hardy
laugh. “You really are too much. Believe me, I’ll manage.”
 
“Are you sure? I mean, I totally ditched my shirt somewhere earlier andI
persuaded Lydia into letting me wear shorts tonight and I still feel a little
hot.” Stiles fanned himself with his hand to prove his point. “Seriously. I
sacrificed so much to make this happen.” He motioned down his body. “She made
me shave everythingas a condition. Wouldn’t let me leave her dad’s apartment
until I did it. According to her it’s what’s ‘in’ right now. I mean, I guess it
was kind of worth it. I’m the least hot I could possibly be without being in
bare boxers or naked.” He blushed again at the implication in his sentence.
Hoping Jordan didn’t take him to seriously.
 
He simply grabbed Stiles with both hands snug on his sides and lifted him so he
was seated completely on his lap. Stiles definitely felt him hard against his
lower back. Jordan leaned into the back of his neck. “It’s no big deal.” He
said in a husky tone. “Just means you’re smoother.” He took another audible
inhale of Stiles’s jugular. “You smell so good.” He said, barely above a
whisper. His right hand started exploring his leg, going higher and higher with
each stroke.
 
It felt so damn good but he couldn’t.
 
“J-Jordan, s-slow down. I-I don’t think-”
 
“Shh, just relax. We’re not doing anything. Aren’t you here to let loose?”
Jordan cooed. Keeping Stiles from finishing his sentence
 
Stiles went still, his heart beating hard inside his chest.
 
“You know what? I have something that’ll help you calm down.” He felt Jordan
rummage through his jean pocket under him.
 
He produced a small brown vile with liquid inside and swirled it around in
front of Stiles for him to see. For a moment he though it was some sort of
elixir or potion given its inconspicuous appearance. “Wh-What is that?” he said
feeling far more uneasy than he had earlier.
 
“Don’t worry. It’s just some good old-fashioned English. This stuff is real
liquid gold.” Jordan answered with a big smile. “It’s easy.” Jordan popped open
the lid, moved his nose over the neck, and inhaled deeply through one nostril
while covering the other with the same hand.
 
He quickly popped the lid closed again, shut his eyes, and let out a sigh of
relief. After a while he opened them again and let out a loud “Fuck.”
 
Stiles figured it was best for him to leave. “Yeah, no. Sorry man. I-I should
find my friends. I should find them.” Stiles unwrapped the arms Jordan had
wrapped around him once again and tried to get up. When he stood he felt the
floor move under him and quickly lost his balance. He crashed clumsily next to
Jordan on the futon.
 
The room felt like it was spinning now. He felt a weight come over him. It was
Jordan.
 
“C’mon. I promise it isn’t that ba-.”
 
“Hey! Everything alright here?”
 
One of the club goers that was seated on one of the nearby seats had approached
them. He was a big man with thickly corded arms and a broad chest. He was
wearing all black. Stiles guessed the guy was with security.
 
“We. Are doing just fine. Now, all of you need to get lost before I snap your
fucking necks.”
 
The voice came from above Stiles and shocked him. But it couldn’t be Jordan.
The voice that had spoken was dreadful. It sent shivers running down his neck
and reminded him of every horrible nightmare he ever had. The voice was one
that would inspire fear in the heart of whoever heard it.
 
Whatever had spoken was notJordan.
 
The security man simply turned around and walked away, quickly followed by the
few people that had been relaxing on the cushioned seats.
 
“Do you see what you made me do Stiles?” It was clearly Jordan now. “Here’s
what’s going to happen. You’re pretty little ass is going to get up and come
with me to my car. We’re going to get out of here without a single peep from
you. And if you make it any more difficult than it has to be I’ll break every
goddamn bone in your friends’ bodies. Sound like a plan?”
 
Stiles stayed motionless. Trying to grasp on to what was happening.
 
Jordan clamped onto his arm with a bruising force, lifting him into a seating
position. “Does it sound like a plan, Stiles?” He said his name in that
horrible voice.
 
“What did you do to my friends.”
 
“They’re fine.” He paused. “And they’ll stay that way if you come with me.”
 
“What are you?”
 
He let out a blood-curling laugh. “Not human, obviously. Let’s just say I’m on
a little vacation far from home. Now, don’t worry. We’re going to have so much
fun together.” He lowered his head and ran his tongue up Stiles’s neck.
 
“Wh- What’s home to you?” His voice faltered and faded to a barely audible
whisper.
 
“My, such a curious little thing you are.” He trailed his tongue slowly along
his jawline until he reached his ear. Once there he stopped and raised a hand
to cover his mouth with long, cold fingers.
 
He uttered a single word in that monstrous voice.
 
“Hell.”
Chapter End Notes
     So there's that...
     I really want to thank everyone who took the time too read this mess.
     I know I'm not the best writer, heck I'm not even an English major or
     anything. I'm studying architecture of all things. That being said,
     the next chapter will hopefully come sometime during spring break.
     I've been crazy busy and just barely found a little window of time to
     write.
     For those of you interested, this chapter is also my own celebration
     of Rihanna topping the charts for a 14th time! This story will also
     be inspired by her new album. As you may notice by the title of the
     chapter (I'm a huge RiRi fan if you haven't caught on).
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