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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Deucalion/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Deucalion_(Teen_Wolf), Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rape/Non-con_Elements, I_don't_know_why_I_like_to
      see_Stiles_suffer, but_there's_a_happy_ending_I_promise, Psychological
      Trauma, Pre-Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-02 Completed: 2013-08-06 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 4208
****** Nightmares in Red ******
by xxxillusionxxx
Summary
     “Is there something I can help you with young man?” came a lightly
     accented voice. One that Stiles happened to know belonged to a rather
     scary blind alpha. Oh. Shit.
Notes
     So I have never written porny stuff before and this is completely
     unbeta'd and poorly edited so forgive me! Criticism is much
     appreciated. TW for vivid description of what is ultimately non-
     consentual sex and the resulting trauma.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Sometimes Stiles thought that his life was just one completely unfunny cosmic
joke. Why else would he be the human mascot for his best-friend-turned-werewolf
and his ragtag puppy pack. It sounded awesome. It sounded soooo awesome. But
after a year spent dodging Scott's murderous rampages, another year narrowly
escaping death-by-douchebag-lizard, and four months rooting out a pack of
bloodthirsty alpha werewolves, Stiles was well beyond disenchanted when it came
to the supernatural. Rather than taking advantage of Scott's abilities to
eavesdrop on private conversations and better sneak around in places they
weren't supposed to be, Stiles often found himself face to face with very real
and very life threatening danger.
Much like he was right now, crammed between two storage boxes in a dark supply
closet that reeked of mold and ammonia while a freaking pack of alphas wandered
around like they were haunting the place. He and Scott had waited until they
were sure the building was empty before breaking in to do some recon. They had
painfully limited information about the pack and their purpose in beacon hills
and their home base seemed like a good place to get some.
Unfortunately for them, the twins had returned much sooner than they expected
and Scott had hustled him into this closet and run off to create a diversion.
That was almost an hour ago. Just as he lost feeling in both of his feet,
Stiles felt the buzz of an incoming text. It took a little bit of awkward
fumbling to pull it out of his pocket but he was relieved to see that the
message was from Scott.
from Scott:
all clr. meet u @ dereks
Finally!! Stiles booked it into the hallway and stretched his sore muscles.
Scott said it was safe, but Stiles liked to err on the side of caution when it
came to super strong alpha wolves, so he checked each hallway to make sure it
was empty before turning into it. He was halfway to the door when he heard it.
Tap, tap, tap. Stiles froze and twisted around. No one was in the hallway, but
the sound was definitely getting closer. Moving as quick as he could without
making noise, Stiles ran down the hallway, pulling door as he went.The first
few doors were locked and Stiles was beginning to panic by the time he found an
open door leading into what must have been someone’s office once upon a time.
He ducked behind the desk and tried to calm his rapid heartbeat--because if he
could hear it, odds were a werewolf could too--all while cursing himself for
infiltrating the alpha lair without so much as a pinch of wolfsbane.
The tapping abruptly stopped and--yup, that was definitely the sound of the
door opening. Oh shit. Stiles held his breath as whoever just walked in began
pacing the room. The edges of his vision went black with panic when the
footsteps made their way over to the desk. There was a tense pause that felt
like an eternity and then the footsteps were retreating and a moment later the
door clicked shut.
Relief flooded Stiles and he let out the breath he was holding. He pulled out
his cellphone and was about to tap out a message to Scott when all of a sudden
there was a hand around his throat dragging him up and slamming him face-first
onto the desk. The phone dropped to the floor and for a moment, he just lay
there, stunned.
“Is there something I can help you with young man?” came a lightly accented
voice. One that Stiles happened to know belonged to a rather scary blind alpha.
Oh. Shit.
“Ah, no, nope. Definitely not. You know what, I’m just a little lost so if you
could point me in the direction of the exit--” Stiles cut off at the sting of
claws just barely digging into the skin of his throat. Very sharp claws in a
very vulnerable area and yeah, he was so screwed.
“I recognize you,” Deucalion went on completely ignoring Stiles’s rant. “You’re
friends with one Scott McCall, yes? And you seem to have ties to the Hale pack.
Yet here you are, all alone, a human in a den of Alphas. You are either very
brave, or very stupid.”
A spark of rage ignited in his chest. Stiles was many things, but he was not
stupid. And he was so sick of being treated like an ignorant child just because
he didn’t sprout fur and canines once a month.
“Nice villain monologue. Did you practice in front of the mirror?” His head was
dragged up and slammed back down. Stiles blinked stars out of his vision as he
heard a deep chuckle above him.
“Hmm, much as you seem intent on being killed, I’d rather take this opportunity
to make a statement...”
Stiles screamed as claws dug into the back of his neck above his spine. He
could feel warm blood trickling down the sides of his throat and he shook with
the need to runaway but the claws kept him pinned. His pants were roughly
pulled down his thighs and he heard the sound of a buckle being undone and
Stiles was beginning to become lightheaded. He wasn’t really sure if it was the
panic or the blood loss.
“Wait, what’re you...stop, please, let me go! Nonononono please!...” Stiles was
begging and he didn’t even care. Deucalion didn’t respond, but Stiles began to
feel fuzzy. Suddenly, everything felt distant and unimportant and...why was he
here? He tried to remember what he’s been doing but recalling thoughts felt
like grasping at clouds. He felt detached from his body, barely aware of it and
unsure how to coordinate his limbs or if he even should. He was pulled out of
his hazy thoughts as clawed fingers ran along his jaw before pushing between
his lax lip. They tasted like blood.
"Stiles..." He looked up into red eyes. Some distant part of him realized that
he was now on his knees and his clothes were gone. There was an itch in his
mind that suggested that something was wrong here, but when he looked at the
alpha towering over him he felt overwhelmed by his desire to submit. The
fingers in his mouth pushed down on his tongue and he let his mouth hang open
as he continued to stare up at his alpha.
"Mind your teeth" Ducalion warned before fingers were replaced with a warm
cock. Stiles tucked his lips over his teeth and tried not to gag as the man
gripped his hair and fucked his face, hitting the back of his throat on every
thrust. Stiles tried to focus on his task, flicking his tongue along the warm
length as best he could, but he still felt too fuzzy and uncoordinated to do
much more than grip deucalion’s thighs and hold his mouth open. He couldn’t
really feel time passing but it must have because at some point Deucalion
gripped Stiles’s hair and roughly pulled him off his dick before guiding him up
and around to lay face-down ass-up over the desk.
“You smell so good like this. Calm, submissive, my very own pet. I almost want
to keep you like this; truly make you mine.” Two spit-slicked fingers abruptly
pushed into Stiles to the knuckle. Stiles bucked his hips against the desk to
get away from the unfamiliar burn, but the feeling quickly subsided into a
sense of fullness that wasn’t pleasant, but wasn’t unpleasant either. Claws
pressed down along his neck and back, not breaking skin but definitely leaving
marks. He felt a warmth in his belly at the thought of bearing the marks of his
alpha.
“Good boy. Now relax,” Deucalion purred as he pumped and scissored his fingers
before adding a third. Stiles smiled at the praise and went as lax as he could.
He couldn’t tell how much time passed before the fingers were gone and a blunt
heat pushed against his entrance. Deucalion pushed in slowly, allowing Stiles
to adjust but it still hurt like he was being torn apart from the inside.
Desperately wanting to pull away but wanting to please Deucalion even more,
Stiles held himself in position over the desk.
When he was fully seated, Deucalion paused and leaned his weight over Stiles,
pushing the breath out of him.
“You feel so good, letting me in so easily. Like you were made to be fucked
open like a good little bitch. I can only imagine the face Derek will make when
he realizes I got to do this first.” Stiles’s attention caught on “Derek” and
he felt that this was important; something he should know. But no matter how
hard he tried he couldn’t break the haze in his head and he forgot all about it
when Deucalion growled before pushing himself up and thrusting into Stiles with
abandon.
It hurt, and he couldn’t help making little punched out noises and whimpers
that were almost drowned out by the sound of smacking flesh. Deucalion didn’t
seem to care either way, fucking into him for a few more minutes before his
hips stuttered and he released deep inside of him. Deucalion panted over him
for a moment before pulling out and fixing the clothes he hadn’t even bothered
to remove. Stiles just lay where he was, face down, legs spread, dick hard and
dripping despite the pain. When Deucalion noticed he grinned.
“Well, go ahead. Take care of yourself”
As if he’d only been waiting for the command Stiles let himself sink to the
floor and moaned as he finally gripped his neglected cock and stroked as fast
as he could. It wasn’t long before he was close to the edge. It was then that
he noticed the slick feeling of Deucalion’s cum slipping out of his asshole and
puddling underneath him. He moaned again, long and needy. He must have closed
his eyes at some point because he opened them at the feel of fingers stroking
down his neck.
“Now Stiles, come for me.” Deucalion ordered and Stiles did. When he was able
to come down from the white-out pleasure high, Stiles felt a little bit more
clear headed. He also felt much more afraid of the intense red eyes trained on
him and he knew he wasn’t supposed to be here.
“Wha..” Stiles started but was cut off by claws digging into the back of his
neck. He screamed and the edges of his vision gradually became dark. He heard
Deucalion mutter “until next time” before everything went dark.
Stiles woke up in his bed. The house was silent and the low, warm light
filtering through the window indicated that the sun was just setting. He
blinked up at the ceiling a few times before the memories came rushing back.
Going to the bank, being alone, running into Deucalion...the rest was hazy and
disjointed, but he could recall enough to realize that he was no longer a
virgin. And that was something. ‘Raped by a blind alpha wolf twice his age’ was
not the way he had seen his devirginization going. He didn’t feel particularly
upset about it, but then again, he was also 100% sure that he was in shock.
Not knowing where to go --because hell no he was not going to Scott with this.
He just could not handle that right now-- but knowing he had to go somewhere,
Stiles grabbed his keys and rushed into his jeep. He was already at the edge of
the driveway before he realized he had driven to the old Hale house.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     So here's the aftermath. I wrote this a few different ways before
     deciding how this needed to happen, but in the end I like the way it
     came out. As always, criticism and comments are welcome :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
     He didn't know how long he sat there, his back to the wall not even five
steps from the front door. His mind was strangely calm. It was almost as if
there were so many thoughts and emotions vying for his attention that even his
overactive brain couldn't handle it all, choosing instead to shut down
completely.
     Stiles felt empty and untethered, like he didn't quite fit in his own body
anymore. He stared at the charred staircase across the room, not really seeing
it at all.
     The hum of an engine grabbed his attention and more time must have passed
than he thought because the only light filtering into the dilapidated house
came from the headlights of whoever just parked outside.
     Stiles wasn't worried, though he suspected he should be. He couldn't feel
much of anything, really. Logically, he knew that he was probably in shock but
couldn't muster the energy to care.
     The door opened and Stiles watched Derek step into the house and scan the
room as if he were looking for something. Stiles said nothing, even as Derek
walked toward what probably used to be the kitchen. At the archway he paused
and inhaled deeply before sharply spinning around and meeting Stiles's eyes.
     Stiles held his gaze but said nothing and made no move to get up.
     Frowning, Derek stepped closer and took another deep breath which ended in
a quiet gasp. He looked shocked, then furious, his eyes flashing red and nails
growing sharp and deadly.
     Panic flared in Stiles's chest and he curled in on himself before he even
realized how ridiculous it was to be afraid of Derek Hale. The man had a loud
bark and liked to threaten Stiles with bodily harm, but it had become more of a
routine for them than anything else. After all the shit they'd been through
with his psycho uncle and the kanama and now the alphas, Stiles trusted Derek
with his life.
     Which was why he forced himself to glance back up through his lashes to
find Derek completely human once more, his face it's normal expressionless
mask. The sight of green eyes had his entire body relaxing back against the
wall. His heart was still pounding in his chest, but he didn't look away.
     After a moment, Derek walked up to Stiles, but didn't break the silence.
Instead, he sat down against the wall so close to Stiles that their shoulders
were touching. He took out his phone and sent off a quick text before pocketing
it and staring up at the ceiling.
     After a few tense seconds passed, Stiles relaxed and shifted his gaze from
Derek's still form to the broken floorboard at his feet. He felt a hand grab
his and he looked back at Derek who was still looking at the ceiling.
     "Do you want to talk about it?"
     Stiles didn't say anything, didn't know what to say.
     When he didn't get a response, Derek tilted his head so that he could meet
Stiles's eyes. Stiles searched his face, but there was no pity there, just
patience and maybe a little bit of understanding.
     All at once, Stiles felt the shame and fear and anger bubble up until he
felt like he would burst. His view of Derek blurred and suddenly there were
arms tight around him.
     It was like a dam breaking. Stiles clung to the back of Derek's shirt--
likely stretching the material beyond salvation--and sobbed into the crook of
his neck.
      Once he started, he just couldn't stop. He sobbed, loud and messy, and
shook with it all, but Derek made no move to pull away. Instead he dragged
Stiles half onto his lap and held him even tighter, rubbing circles on his back
and making soothing noises that sounded more animal than human.
     They stayed like that long after his tears stopped flowing. Neither of
them spoke but the silence felt comfotable, safe.
     Stiles fell asleep in Derek's arms, feeling present in his body for the
first time since he woke up.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     finally some fluff!!
Chapter Notes
     Thanks for anyone who enjoyed this. I had fun writing it and I may do
     a oneshot later for the first time Derek and Stiles try to get
     intimate, but who knows. Let me know if you're interested or if
     there's something else you wanted to see. As always, this is unbeta'd
     ergo any comments or criticism is much appreciated. :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Stiles woke up, he found himself in the passenger seat of his jeep. He
blinked the sleep out of his eyes and stretched his legs as far as he could
manage, eyeing the alpha behind the wheel.  "Hurt my baby and I'll rub
wolfsbane onto all your underwear."
 
And wow, was that his voice? He sounded like an old smoker with a frog in his
throat. He felt like one too, now that he calmed down enough to notice the
aches in his body (that he was notgoing to think about) and the rotten taste in
his mouth (which he was also most definitely not going to think about).
 
Derek raised an eyebrow but didn’t take his eyes from the road.
 
“It’s not an effective plan if you tell me about it you know…”
 
Stiles felt his lips pull up into a small smile as he replied, “Of course. I’d
wait until you’d least expect it. You can’t keep buying new underwear either
because at some point you’re gonna go broke and the Stiles will be there to
have his revenge!”
 
Derek donned what Stiles liked to refer to as ‘Alpha Smirk #2.’
 
“Right. How about I just don’t fuck up your car, ok?”
 
“Fair enough,” Stiles cleared his throat and rested his head against the
window. His throat was dry and sore and his head throbbed from all the crying
he did. He resolved to leave the conversation up to Derek for the rest of the
trip, which meant they rode in silence.
 
The cruiser wasn’t in the driveway when they pulled up –thank God!—so at least
he didn’t have to worry about lying to his dad again or coming up with a
plausible excuse as to why he was getting a ride in his own car from an ex-con
that he himself had testified against.
 
As soon as the engine turned off, Derek was out of the car. Before Stiles could
even finish unbuckling his belt, Derek was opening the door and helping him out
of the car.
It was a little unnerving to have him so close now that Stiles had cried his
eyes out and was feeling a little more stable.
 
“Well,” Stiles awkwardly began once Derek had shuffled him to the door, “thanks
for the ride and all the…” he waved his hand around in vague circles “you
know...thanks,” he finished with a bit more genuine emotion.
 
Derek nodded but his eyebrows creased down.
 
“No one’s home. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone right now. If you
want me to go I can call Scott but…”
 
“No!” Stiles quickly interrupted, “no. I mean, honestly? I don’t really want to
be around anyone right now but I don’t want to be alone either. I just…but I
mean….” Stiles swallowed and kept his eyes firmly on the ground. He could feel
the heat on his face and he must be red as a tomato at this point. He was just
so out of his depth right now. Give him a blood-thirsty monster any day of the
week, but as him to talk about his feelings? Yeah, not so much.
 
Steeling himself for rejection, Stiles finally looked up and met Derek’s eyes.
He had the same patient look as before. Suddenly his chest felt a little less
tight.
“I would like if you stayed” he finished quietly.
 
Derek smiled a little as he nodded and bent down to pick up the spare key
hidden under the door mat and unlocked the door.
 
“Ok, I’m not gonna ask how you knew that was there” Stiles laughed as Derek
shrugged shamelessly and walked toward the stairs and his room.
 
Stiles followed but had a better idea when they reached the top of the
staircase.
 
“I’m gonna go shower and change ok? You can just turn on the TV or use my
laptop if you want. The password is ‘Scottisasappypuppy.’”
 
Derek snorted and grabbed the laptop. Scott and Stiles had been making
passwords at each other’s expense for years now. Allison becoming Scott’s
obsession made Scott’s passwords much more predictable, but Stile’s much more
entertaining. He shook his head at his own stupid jokes and made his way into
the bathroom.
 
In the shower, he rubbed his skin raw. The water was almost painfully hot
against his skin but he didn’t change the temperature and he didn’t step out
until the steam was so thick in the bathroom that he could barely breathe.
 
He still felt dirty.
 
Stiles pulled on the sweatpants and baggy t-shirt he brought in with him.
Normally, he slept in just his boxers, but tonight the extra clothing felt
comforting.
 
Derek was sitting cross-legged in the middle of his bed messing around with his
laptop when he got back. He looked up but didn’t comment on the redness of
Stiles’s skin.
 
 
Stiles stood awkwardly in his own doorway for a moment before Derek patted the
space next to him on the bed.
 
“Do you want to watch something? I’ve got ‘How I Met Your Mother’ on, but I can
change it” he said, gesturing at the computer in his lap.
 
“No dude, I could definitely go for that right now,” Stiles replied, turning
off the lights and walking over to his bed. He squeezed past Derek to recline
against the headboard.
 
 
Following suit, Derek arranged the laptop on the bed between them so that they
could both see the screen and restarted the episode he had been watching.
 
Stiles let himself get lost in the sitcom for a few episodes. It was something
to occupy his mind without requiring too much attention; it was exactly what he
needed. Had Derek picked it out for that reason or was it just a coincidence?
 
Derek was a warm, safe presence beside him. They had never been particularly
close. Sure, a year spent running away from crazy family members, crazy high
school students and their were-lizards, and crazy family member 2.0 left them
with an odd antagonistic (mostly because Scott still refused to trust Derek on
anything for any reason) camaraderie.
 
Stiles always trusted Derek a little bit more willingly than Scott—after
realizing that it was his uncle terrorizing the town and not him, of course.
Once Erica and Boyd left, he saw how lost Derek really was in all of this. He
was a piece that didn’t quite fit in the fucked-up puzzle formerly known as
Beacon Hills.
Stiles could relate to that. He could also relate to the false bravado Derek
used to mask his uncertainties and fear.
 
And now he was here, crammed into a twin-sized bed with a traumatized boy who
was more than an acquaintance but not quite a friend. Not asking, not pushing,
but not leaving either.
 
These days, Stiles barely trusted Scott to be there when he needed him, and his
dad had become a lost support to him the moment Scott was bitten.
 
Their pinkies were touching lightly. Stiles curled his hand around Derek’s and
started rubbing circles into the back of his hand with his thumb.
 
Derek looked up from the screen and met Stiles’s thoughtful gaze.
 
“Thank you for being here,” Stiles said softly after a beat, “thank you for…”
he choked on a sudden surge of emotion. Swallowing and blinking tears from his
eyes he continued, “thank you for everything.”
 
Derek smiled a little and shook his head.
 
“You don’t have to thank me; I’m here because I want to be here.”
 
“Besides,” he continued, a growl creeping into his voice, “if I wasn’t here, I
would be back at the bank killing everything that moves…”
 
Stiles stiffened slightly at the mention of the bank without quite meaning to,
then felt his face flush. God but he hated how weak he was right now.
 
Derek lightly squeezed his hand, wincing apologetically. Stiles forced himself
to relax and shook his head.
 
“While I’m totally down for some much-deserved murder,” Stiles began, “I can’t
really see that game plan ending well.”
 
Derek returned his smile and wow. He looked really good with a genuine smile.
 
“Probably not, no.”
 
Stiles winked and turned back to the show.
 
They watched a few more episodes, this time commenting and joking about one
character or another. They officially decided that if their life were a sitcom,
Allison and Scott would be the Lily and Marshall of their group.
 
At some point Stiles must have fallen asleep because one moment he was laughing
at Canadians being afraid of the dark and the next thing he knows it’s morning
and he’s waking up alone in his bed.
 
Part of him is disappointed (which, no, we’re not going to question that right
now, brainthank you very much!) and the other part is relieved to have avoided
the awkward morning after of their emotional support sleepover or whatever it
was that they did last night.
 
He was already showered (again) and dressed when he noticed the note on his
bedside table. It listed a phone number at the top and read: “Call me. For
anything.”
Scribbled at the bottom, almost like an afterthought, was “Call Scott, he’s
probably freaking out.”
 
Stiles smiled as he imagined the eye-roll that likely accompanied the mention
of his best friend.
 
His skin felt wrong, foreign. He felt dirty almost down to his bones and he had
no idea how to get clean, but for the first time since this nightmare began,
Stiles felt like he was gonna be ok.
Chapter End Notes
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