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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, issac_lahey/Peter_Hale, Isaac_Lahey_&_Scott
      McCall
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Issac_Lahey, Danny_Mahealani,
      Sheriff_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin, Erica_Reyes, Boyd, Jackson_Whittemore,
      Aiden_(Teen_Wolf), Peter_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Sex_Slave, Slave_Stiles, Sexual_Violence, sniffing, Wolf_Derek, Derek
      Hale_-_Freeform, Castles, realm, Blood, Tears, Licking, Human-Werewolf
      Interactions, Possessive_Behavior, Possessive_Derek, Evil_Peter_Hale,
      Crying, Fighting, Growling, Blow_Jobs, Violence, Yelling, Abuse, Scared
      Stiles, dominant_derek, more_to_come_that_i_cant_describe_but_its_really
      really_good, brute_derek, derek_is_aggresive_but_its_because_he_is_a
      wolf, Slow_Build_Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, stiles_will_find_out_more
      about_the_human-werewolf_interactions, violence_before_some_loving, and
      loving_after_violence, Stockholm_Syndrome, Isolation, Spanking
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-19 Completed: 2016-02-15 Chapters: 8/8 Words: 22223
****** No Can Become a Yes ******
by viena
Summary
     There were sixteen young human boys outside of the main Castle.
     Sixteen boys who were chosen to be taken from their families to
     become sex slaves. They didn’t have a say in the matter, once they
     turn seventeen, the Realm chose what to do with them randomly, which
     was later published the next day in all of the villages around the
     City. Stiles is one of those sixteen boys.
Notes
     Hey! You should know english is not my first language so please bear
     with me :)
     Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please comment! It will encourage
     me a lot to make the time for this story, since this first chapter
     took a lot to finish!
     Oki, you may start know
     Thanks.
***** One of the Boys, One of the Wolves *****
There were sixteen young human boys outside of the main Castle. Sixteen boys
who were chosen to be taken from their families to become sex slaves. They
didn’t have a say in the matter, once they turn seventeen, the Realm chose what
to do with them randomly, which was later published the next day in all of the
villages around the City.
Some boys were chosen to work in the fields and others to learn and teach what
they learned to the stronger species for all of their lives. They became their
permanent teachers for that matter, and all because these other species had
other primary focuses in life. They were werewolves, they were wolves. They
didn’t have the ability to be able to learn and concentrate as easy as humans
had, but then again human didn’t have the strength and physical power they
have. That’s why wolves were known as brutes and human as species to serve and
not to rule because of it. It was survival of the fittest at its finest. It had
been like this for centuries.
That’s why Stiles is one of those sixteen boys; his name was written on the
list of the sex slaves group the morning of his seventeenth birthday. Right
next to that list was the list of the field worker boys, which he saw Danny was
in. Danny had been his best friend and boyfriend since he learned how to notice
things like this; they grew up together along with their respective parents in
the farthest village of the City. They were both working the fields for the
time being, until they turned seventeen.
They always worried about their future but it wasn’t something that kept them
up at night, because they were working very hard in the fields and the harvest
just so the authorities could see how good they were at this and would put in
their word with the Realm to not be taken away, the horrifying least likeable
option, was of course, sex slavery. Stiles’ dad was the Guardian of their
village and he always tried to put in that idea whenever the inspectors came to
the village, they all thought that options was a secure one. But they were
wrong.
The morning of Stiles’ birthday, he was awaken by the sound of trumpets
announcing the inspectors of the City entering their village with the lists
ready to be hanged. Stiles got out of bed and out of his room as fast as he
could. He was anxious, terribly anxious, as usual, thanks to this illness the
curator of the village told his father he had since he was a little boy,
something they couldn’t name, because it didn’t have a proper name. He only
said Stiles was a very active child, different that the rest because of it and
the a special tea made of colorful herbs will always help with calming him
down, that’s why his father would always bring him some from the gardens right
outside their fields.
His dad was already outside, along with Danny and his friends: Lydia, Erica,
Ethan and Aiden. Isaac would have been here too, if only he was a year younger
than them. He was taken last year with the sex slave group and rumor was he
became the slave of Peter Hale, second in command at the Realm Castle, and
known to be a very dark man along with a savage hunger at the battle field, due
to his Werewolf nature. Stiles shivered when he heard this, he just couldn’t
imagine the pain and suffering Isaac must have been going through. But now he
can just start imagining. This was his future too.
He got closer to the lists; everyone was out of their houses, parents next to
their children, expecting to read the most important news of their adulthood
lives. By then Stiles’ father had some tears on his eyes, and Stiles wanted to
be strong for him, he couldn’t cry too, not right now at least. They were all
they had to each other, his mother past away when he was a very young boy, from
a strange illness that sent her very far from them, to the other world they
believed to be beautiful. After reading his name on the list “Stiles from House
Stilinski” on the dreadful list, he felt arms around him; it was his father
along with his friend and felt wet spots around his skin from everyone’s tears.
He couldn’t cry, he needed to be strong for them.
“Father, I will be ok, I promise, I will be ok…” his voice was shaking at the
end.
“I know son, I just…I love you, you know I didn’t want this for you, I did
everything but it was not enough, I hope you forgi…” his father spoke
“Shh, father don’t say this. Don’t ever say this again. You did everything and
more. I will be ok, I will do everything that I can to come back and see you
all again, this I promise” Stiles continued with a calm but laced with fear
kind of voice
“Listen to me, don’t you try to do anything stupid son, I beg you, they are not
like us, they battle every day, they are very familiar with the smell of blood
and to them it’s alright to hurt and damage, it’s their nature, I don’t want
you to get hurt, I couldn’t bear it…please” Guardian Stilinski was crying by
now.
Stiles just looked him in the eye and hugged him even harder, while everyone
around them just stared and cried. He saw Danny around his father’s neck,
looking pale and with tears streaming down his cheeks.
Just then, the carriages from the City coming to pick up the different names
from all the three lists arrived. Stiles let go of his father to go hug Danny,
they held onto each other silently crying while the inspectors came down from
the carriages and started to guide all the other seventeen year olds to their
respective transportation.
From then on, everything was just a blur, Stiles just heard the cries and the
yelling and screaming of pretty much everyone, he started to breathe really
fast and felt like he was drowning when one of the inspectors lifted him up on
his arms while other was pushing Danny and his father away. He started to kick
and scream with tears rolling down his cheeks like waterfalls. He was scared,
petrified and felt so very lonely already. He was put inside of a carriage,
when he tried to get up one of the inspectors pushed him and he fell down on
the floor almost losing consciousness, the last thing he remembers is the
carriage’s door closing around his family.
 
***
 
When he woke up, he could still feel the carriage moving which meant they were
still on the road. He noticed he was by himself on the tiny space and realized
that this was the way all the boys were going to be delivered, as if they were
just packages to give away. This new place wasn’t his place, he thought. He was
going somewhere else where people like him were not treated as equal but as
less.
He also noticed he was trembling, he started to cry with desperation and
despair, he didn’t know what would happen in the next few hours, days, years,
and that was enough to scare anyone. He suddenly felt the carriage stop, and
heard footsteps coming around them along with some yelling. Someone opened the
entrance of the carriage and it was already dark and cold outside, Stiles could
feel it on his skin when he was suddenly easily lifted from under his arms by
one of the Realms guards and carried in a different direction than the rest of
the other boys, which seemed as distressed and desperate as he felt and were
being distributed to apparently different entrances around the main Plaza.
Stiles saw all the madness unravel once again, he felt and heard all the pain
coming from those boys, and also how that had major consequences, they were
either beaten once but strongly by their respective guard to quiet them or put
them to sleep and or constantly spanked so that they would quiet on their own.
That didn’t stop them to continue with their cries and their yelling though.
“It’s always like this evertime with these boys! Wait until their masters have
their way with them once and for all to teach them how to behave” He heard
someone said with an angry tone of voice out of a store
Anxiety got the best of him, everything was already too much for Stiles, and o
he voiced it out. He started to scream, yell, cry, kick, etc. He didn’t want
this, this wasn’t his life, this couldn’t be the rest of his life, he wanted
his family, his dad, his boyfriend; he was in the City, so far away from home
and he was scared and that fear had also turned into anger by now. Angry at how
the Realm made up of only werewolves rule everything when they didn’t know of
feelings, only knew how to kill and destroy.
The guard carrying Stiles was already getting impatient so he started to spank
him, and Stiles started to yell even more, completely upset and desperate. He
was suddenly put on the floor along with some other boys when the Main Plaza’s
gate opened up and in came the soldiers, the beasts, the brutes, also known as
the barbarians of all species in this world. The werewolves.
There were only four of them. A big and strong black one, an olive skin one, an
older blue eyed man and finally the tallest and biggest one of them all, which
looked how the stories exactly describes and hopefully they were all in their
humans forms looking dirty, sweaty and bloody, which indicated they were coming
from battling with wolves or...humans. Stiles was unable to see them much
longer since the guard was keeping his head down while he was standing. But he
did see them, and he couldn’t stop his tears from rolling, all the boys had
quiet down too.
After only a couple of seconds and no word from anyone, all of the boys started
being carried down again and taken to their respective wolves even though they
were still very against that. Stiles never imagined that they were going to be
sent to the werewolves of the Realm, out of all the other villages and places
he could have been taken. He was taken to be the sex slave, in other words, the
bitch of one of the angriest and cruelest species of all. This couldn’t be his
life. This was only a dream, a very bad one and he was going to wake up really
soon.
Or maybe not, because he felt the guard’s hands again being very real at the
moment. He was taken inside one of the biggest entrances which look to be the
Wolf Palace. He didn’t know where he was taken or if any of the werewolves had
taken any interest in him which he had just developed that to be the biggest
wish of his short life.
“Just send him to his room, I’m sure he will change his mind once he smells
him” he heard one man said in a very deep and dark voice
Stiles started to panic, because that meant he was being sent to a wolf’s
chamber and that was just the beginning of the end. One door opened and the
guard threw him inside and onto the floor and as soon as that happened he got
up and threw himself at the door to try to prevent it from closing but it was
already too late.
He turned around and there wasn’t anyone inside. His chest was falling and
rising as his dog Benny did back home. His dog. He missed him so much too. He
was still crying which was unbelievable since he started to cry hours ago and
didn’t seem to be able to stop.
The room was lit up by a dozen of candles and in front of him was the biggest
bed he had ever seen in his life. Big and tall. On top of her was many many
blankets and four huge pillows, his feet were on top of some animal’s skin,
probably a tigers, or a lions he wasn’t sure, there was also a table and some
chairs along with lots of armor and leather clothing made only for the Realm
men and wolves.
He couldn’t move or take any type of steps anywhere. He was paralyzed just
looking around like a lost and hurt deer. There were no windows which meant no
other way out than the door, and so the only logical thing to do for him at
that moment was to run to the door again and start kicking, pushing, beating,
punching, anything and everything to get it open and to get him out so he can
run home some way or another.
When he saw that nothing was happening he started to scream “Let me out!!”
“Pleaseee I beg, open the door, pleaseee!” he yelled in between sobs and cries
The door was suddenly opened and he was pushed back and fell onto the floor
from the impact. In came one of the wolves, the biggest one of them all. The
coldest and inhuman looking one.
Stiles started to run to one of the door sides, but was carried and pushed by
the man, the wolf.
“No!, please don’t, no please” Stiles started to plea
Already on top of the bed he was able to see the wolf’s face, he was breathing
heavenly through his nostrils and he remembered his name, because he used to
hear it during his bedtime stories. Derek. A legend, the fiercest an strongest
wolf of them all, also known as a brute since he was more in contact with his
wolf side than his humans and in contrast with the rest of the wolf population.
His blood lineage was the creator of this species and so he was different form
the rest, the only Alpha that fought and ruled the Realm and all of the other
villages even though he had help from his uncle.
Derek continued to breath heavily though his nose as if trying not to smell
something that he was trying very hard not to smell, but seem very hard to do
so. Stiles couldn’t see from all the tears blurring his vision and so he tried
to move away from Derek, when a second after this thought, Derek grabbed his
legs and pushed him close to him knowing he wanted to move away. He did it with
animalistic movements since everything in him screamed animal. Stiles was
afraid of how he still had blood covering his broad and muscular chest along
with his arms and how his eyes look lost and rough at the same time.
Stiles could hear a growl coming from Derek, and that only made things worst.
And so he started to cry even more and his anger started to build up inside him
and at the miserable future that awaited him being the sex slave of the rudest
wolf of all. He knew what was going to happen next that night and he wanted to
stop it.
“Don’t touch me, let me out, I don’t want this!” Stiles yelled at the wolf,
while Derek only looked at his body and started to look conflicted himself
while growling at the same time.
Stiles started to move around the bed trying to get out of Derek’s grip but it
was impossible. He was a fragile 17 year old boy under the biggest alpha he had
ever seen. And even if he didn’t look 17 due to the muscle gain the hard work
gave him, he was not going to win. The thought made him angry, and he started
to move to the sides, up and down, everywhere.
That’s when the wolf man slapped him on the cheek, hard enough to make him
bleed a bit, followed by sniffing Stiles’ neck. The young boy had stopped
moving and was now seeing small lights on his line of vision due to the hard
slap even though he was still breathing hard. Derek had him grabbed by his
torso and was holding him down to the bed, but wasn’t being really forceful
after stiles stopped moving. The boy was in shock once again, and everything
seemed to happened in a blink of an eye after that but it really took a couple
of minutes of stiles just laid down on the bed not moving and Derek on top of
him sniffing both sides of his neck and grunting quietly, which showed that he
had also calmed down.
That didn’t seem to last for a very long time though. Stiles chose death at
that exact time; he preferred to die rather than being a sex slave of an
abusive animal. So for one last time, he fought. He started trying to get up
from the bed but was immediately stopped by the block of strength and muscle
that was holding him down. He used his hands then, to push at the big man and
that’s when Derek growled strong and loud making his eyes flash red for the
longest time. Stiles was terrified. He had never seen a wolf in his life and he
didn’t know what he was up against he just knew that he was not going to win
this fight but that would never stop him.
He gathered all the strength he had and pushed the wolf, or at least tried to
making Derek grabbed him by his wrists pinning them to both sides of the bed
and howled just right in front of the boy’s face to demonstrate how angry his
actions were making him too. He proceeded to move Stiles further up on the huge
bed, his bed, and there wasn’t much stiles could do to prevent that, he was
just looking at the man with the same ferocity and madness in his eyes.
“Stop!, Stop you fucking beast!” were the almost last words the boy was able to
pronounce because right after that the wolf started to beat him, almost
everywhere but mainly on his face, it only took about 2 punches on his face,
for Stiles to stop moving. He stopped yelling and he was only crying due to the
impact on his body but that was a natural reaction, he didn’t have the strength
to cry about it. He was just hurting and not just physically. After that he
could see the wolf still on top of him, breathing heavily and looking at him
with crimson eyes and canines out. After a couple of seconds, the wolf too
calmed down, and he was looking at the boy for a short period of time before
coming down on him and sniffing his torso. The boy lay on the bed unmoving and
bleeding from his nose, mouth and brow. He was whimpering a little bit and
sobbing a bit more. All of this done quietly.
The wolf went up his chest, brushing the top of his shirt with his nose in a
very gentle manner, a contrast to just a few moments before. Stiles’ was just
laying on the bed, defeated and tired, completely tired and feeling absolutely
done with thinking about tomorrow and what his life had turned out to be in a
matter of hours. His breathing was slowing down and he was letting the wolf
keep smelling him all over his body now that he also seemed to have relaxed
just when Stiles had stopped moving.
The boy lowered his gaze to look at the man and saw that the wolf had his fangs
still out and his eyes were flashing red every now and then, but then he saw
claws coming out of his fingers, long and sharp looking. He lifted one up to
Stiles’ collarbone and started to rip his shirt in half, then came Stiles’
pants and under gown. The boy was completely naked, bleeding, face wet of
tears, hair damp of sweat and crying softly. Shame was too little of an emotion
to describe how he was feeling. The man was already shirtless, sweat covered
his entire body and he withdrew his fangs, looked at Stiles one more time
before coming down on him again to look at him closely but Stiles never met his
gaze, fixing his eyes and face to his right, Derek was nuzzling his jaw and
licking his tears at the same time. Stile was feeling disgusted and no longer
afraid but hopeless.
He decided to close his eyes and forget what was going on. Forget that he could
feel a big and strong bulge close to his right leg which was coming out o the
man pelvis. He knew what it was. He had seen it before the beating, growing and
growing by the second inside the man’s cover up. Derek was all over him,
touching, licking, but then he did something different, he seemed to be kissing
all of the areas where he had beaten stiles, which hurt in the begging but then
it soothed the pain away.
By then, Stiles had stopped crying and was doing a hiccupped type of breathing
just like a misbehaved child would do after doing something bad. And now along
with licking his tears, the wolf was licking his blood; he seemed to be
breathing harshly still, just like a dog would. But had stopped growling and
was now grunting a bit, the sound, reverberating on the boy’s chest.
Stiles seemed to not be hurting anymore, though he wouldn’t admit that he
started to feel this way right after the wolf’s kissing. He didn’t know why but
his body was telling him that he didn’t just had the beating of his life just a
couple of minutes before, but he didn’t have time to think about it anymore, he
was dozing out, feeling really sleepy while Derek was still all over him, but
frantically rubbing himself on him, specially that part in between his legs,
that big part of his body all over the boy’s leg.
Then he started to go all the way down the boy’s chest, settling himself in
between his legs, parting them with his head.
The wolf took Stiles’ cock in his mouth without any prior teasing. Stiles
didn’t expect it at all, which awoke him from his sleepy stage. It’s not that
he didn’t expect it to happen, because he was well aware what the wolf wanted
from him, what he didn’t expect was the sound that came from deep inside him.
A small whimpering sound, not from pain, but from pleasure, which made the wolf
hum in approval.
 
It was the sound of lust, of a yes.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Hiiiiii!!!!! I promise i will add another chapter soon! Comments are
     very appreciated for motivation and support! Thank you all, I hope
     you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it.
The boy hoped with all the anger there was in him that the rumors, almost myths
he had heard before, were only just that, lies. But apparently they weren’t.
His body was responding to the werewolves’ touch whether he wanted or not,
whether he was trying to fight against it or not. He could hear himself
whimpering, at the strength the wolf showed when he pressed his thighs against
the mattress and when his throat took hold of his cock, taking his breath and
life away.
The creature didn’t seem to stop his ministries, not even for a couple of
seconds, he continued, driving Stiles crazy, he then started to push the wolf
against his shoulders, but it was futile and impossible, so he started to cry
again, tears of pleasure mixed with frustration. He was only a 17 year old boy
whose life had changed in a matter of hours and there was no one around him to
save him from anything there was in his near future.
The big alpha didn’t seem bothered by Stiles trying to push him off, in fact it
looked like he didn’t care, maybe he was confused by Stiles moans and whimpers,
which didn’t say he didn’t like what he was doing to him at all. He seemed
pleased every time he heard them, and that only infuriated Stiles even more,
because it couldn’t be possible. They were right.
The people from all over the world were right in this fact. The fact that
between a human and a werewolf, there was always going to be an incredible and
magical chemistry when sex took play. Even more with the so called mates for
life deal these creatures took very seriously when they chose one.
His head was screaming NO! but his body was a complete breathless mess.
“Please….sthop…pleaseeee…ahhhh, hmmmm, st…op” he said in between cries and
moans.
The wolf, Derek, didn’t seem to even bother trying to register what Stiles was
saying. He just kept going, licking a stripe right down the boy’s asshole,
pushing his wet and hot tongue deep in it. Stiles shudder and cried even
louder, but this time it was very confusing to tell if it was from pleasure or
terror.
All of the sudden Derek turned him over, putting him face down, all the while
not stopping what he had been doing before, which was licking, nipping, kissing
and biting every area of the boys skin he could reach, grabbing and holding
like he had been doing it for ages ago not just tonight.
The wolf stopped only a second, to bite lightly, but for a long time, at one of
Stiles butt cheeks, leaving a red mark.
“Mine. Now. Mine” it’s what he said growling right after that.
Stiles seemed to be able to get out of the trance he had been put into by the
wolf and started to pull himself away from him once again, or at least tried
to, which it was even stupid trying at this point when the beast had him
grabbed by his hips, face down and ass up, doing everything he had been doing
before only a bit more aggressively.
Stiles couldn’t take it anymore, the sweet sensation running through his veins,
and the involuntary thrusting between the mattress and his cock had his head
spinning.
He doesn’t know why, but of all moments, he started to think about his dad and
his boyfriend back home. Two of the most important people in his life, or ex
life. He could have an idea of how they were holding on during this awful time
in their lives, while he was here, moaning like a bitch in heat and seemingly
enjoying what the brute of a creature was doing to him, he couldn’t take it. He
felt disgusted.
He took a long breath…
“Get off of me, for fucks sake, get off of me!” he yelled, with all he had left
in him.
 
The wolf stopped for a couple of seconds, which Stiles felt like minutes and he
couldn’t really look at the wolf‘s face or see what exactly he was doing
because he was laid down at a bad angle. Next thing he knows, he is been
forceful and rapidly dragged down to the end of the bed until his knees touched
the floor, Derek was still right behind him.
“What are you doing, you stupid…fuck…fucking beast. I hate you for this, I
truly hate you” The boy started to cry again.
Quickly, Derek grabbed him by the nape of his neck and pushed him to the foot
of the bed against the mattress, bending him over and he wouldn’t let him go or
even move, his grip was like iron and now Stiles was scared and angry at the
same time, his erection instantly thinking twice and backing away.
The wolf then got closer to him and the boy could feel his chest vibrating on
his back and ass as well as his erect, strong and heavy cock on one of his butt
cheeks.
“You disobey. You no disobey to your alpha”, his voice had change completely
and the boy suspected he was far gone from human and that he, himself, had gone
too far too, this was it. This was the moment he was going to get raped by this
beast and then feel his throat slip open from the wolf’s fangs.
“You… respect alpha” was the last thing that was audible ad understandable from
the wolf before he started to slap Stiles’ across his ass with his bare and
very strong hands all the way to his thighs. The pain was increasing with every
swat, he tried to move his arms to his back so that he could hit or grab the
wolf, but right when he thought of it, the wolf grabbed both of his arms with
his other hand twisting them around his back and his legs were trapped by the
big man’s legs.
Trying to move was like trying to move an iceberg from deep under the ocean. He
resolved with yelling profanities and spitting all of his anger and
frustration, and mostly pain.
After the 5th swat he swore some part of his body had broken or was seriously
damaged because the pain was awful.
The swats stopped after the 8th one and Stiles felt he couldn’t breathe well,
but he didn’t have much time to think about that because right after it ended,
he felt his asshole on fire and was automatically pushed forward onto the
mattress, it was all because the wolf’s cock had been introduced forcefully
into him, and the pain was 100 times worst than everything he had experienced
this night already.
He started crying the moment he felt it, cries of pain, desperation and more
pain. He hurt everywhere not only physically but also emotionally. He was being
raped, by not even a man but a monster.
He needed his dad more than anything, but now just thinking about him brought
shame to his blood, his name. He wasn’t worth anything now. He was just the sex
slave of the werewolf.
The wolf didn’t seem to mind about anything else than fucking the boy hard,
burring himself in him an in between his cries. There was a moment when Stiles
was able to be clear enough to mumble while sobbing “Please…stop, I’ll…I’ll be
good” in desperation.
It was like the wolf knew how much force to put into his thrusts to break him
emotionally and physically, he took control, at that moment, of everything the
boy was. He kept crying hard this time, chest rising and falling rapidly, and
now he couldn’t formulate any words.
The wolf let go of his arms, and pulled him against his chest, all while they
were both still kneeling towards the end of the big bed, he then started to
thrust in and out slowly, but still deep and firm, calculated moves that
stutter every now and then.
He hugged Stiles from his back and kept himself as close as his dick and balls
would go in, grabbed hold of Stiles hair and stroke it again, gently but
firmly, nothing like a couple of seconds before, he then proceeded to position
Stiles’ head against his shoulder and started nipping at his neck, licking and
kissing a path right there, while his other hand rubbed and stroke the boy’s
toned abs.
Stiles’ tears never stopped streaming down his face, until he felt it again.
He hated himself by now. He started to feel aroused once again now that the
wolf had slowed down and it wasn’t painful anymore, although he was sore, he
was hitting right on the spot Stiles never thought there existed inside of him,
making his cock hard again, it was a game of feelings and sensations that made
him feel disgusted.
He was torn between whimpering from pain and moaning from pleasure while his
tears seemed to have ceased due to the change in the wolf’s attitude. He didn’t
want to feel this way, he didn’t want any of this, but just like the pain, it
wasn’t something he could prevent his body from feeling and destroying him with
the same intensity.
The wolf kept focused on letting his dick go as far as it could go, but now his
moves were even more demanding even though he was somewhat gentle with the boy
but never taking his hands and body off of him. Not even for a couple of
seconds.
The pain what somewhat still there but combined wit the pleasure, it made it
very difficult to tell one apart from each other, everything was too much and
the boy knew he was on the edge.
He had stopped crying but his breathing was still a bit harsh and there were
more whimpers and moans.
In all this haze of emotions, Stiles realized something. The wolf, Derek, had
seemingly stopped his brute attitude when he had promised to be good, in other
words when he had submitted to him and given up on trying to fight him or go
against him. Just like he did after the beating.
Stiles was shutting his eyes and opening them again whenever the wolf’s thrusts
left him breathless and he had to fist the bed covers.
Derek was now kissing his temple and licking and nipping at his jaw driving him
to edge again and making him feel new things by the minute.
Stiles thought he had discovered one of the wolf’s weaknesses, sex.
 
And he was now a Sex slave.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
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He tried to play the wolf by moaning, giving him what he wanted to see how far
he was and what he could do to manipulate him, it was working and at the same
time it wasn’t. He was also getting lost himself by the minute, he couldn’t
really concentrate on taking any kind of control, and he didn’t have a chance
anyway. The wolf kept pounding him from behind and pulling his breath away with
each thrust. The primal way of his touch all over his body started to do some
trick on the boys emotions.
He hated the wolf named Derek. He did. At this moment though, there wasn’t
anything else he wanted more than Derek to destroy him completely from
pleasure, he knows just a few minutes ago he was crying his eyes out, begging
him to stop, when he said it, he didn’t think that he would continue to fuck
him but actually stop, that was what he was asking, but the wolf simply slowed
down his pace and increased his tenderness towards him, and now the boy wasn’t
crying anymore. He was whimpering from pleasure, the pleasure that was
increasing and seemed almost magical from how good it was.
Thoughts about his dad, his friends, his people, Danny…Were completely obsolete
and none existing. He had the wolf’s cock inside of his body and mind. It was
something the wolf definitely knew; by the way he kept on doing whatever he
wanted to Stiles.
Derek didn’t say anything, didn’t formulate any words, he hadn’t said much
before either, it’s like he didn’t need words, ever. That’s something Stiles
was learning. He was now growling louder and heavily against the boy’s neck,
biting, kissing and licking him harshly burning his skin with his beard.
The pressure was too much, everything the wolf was doing with his body seemed
already too much. The boy started to feel out of breath like his body forgot
how to do so, he thinks he saw black for a moment, before and while the biggest
orgasm of his life hit him. Derek managed to hit a very special spot inside of
him that he didn’t even know existed or never even felt in him.
He came and came for a long while, dripping and shooting strings of white cum
on the bed covers and yelling a “Fuck…” very loudly. His chest was raising and
falling like he had run a marathon, but all he could heard was the loudest
growls and vibrations coming off of the wolfs chest, which had to be the
strongest and loudest one he had ever heard a wolf make.
He then realized Derek was coming too, he was still inside of him, shooting
what felt like a gallon of cum causing much more pleasure to an already very
sensitive place, that’s the reason why Stiles couldn’t stop moaning or making
his breathing go back to normal. Another thing he didn’t even realize, was that
the wolf had bitten his neck, that’s why he felt a burning and itching
sensation on the left side of his neck, it was wolf mark. One that tells the
world when a human belongs to a wolf in an intimate way. Wolfs are of course
always very careful in leaving them, they don’t want to damage the humans skin
permanently, plus the wolfs saliva it’s known to have some healing properties
for all species, and so the bite it’s mostly for pleasure and dominance
purposes, but it does hurt nonetheless.
Stiles body was only being held by the wolf’s strong arms that hugged his
entire torso from behind. Derek was still inside of him and breathing harshly.
Stiles head was thrown back resting on the wolfs neck and with him giving him
light but firm kisses behind his ear and on his temple while rubbing and
caressing his abs and thighs. The aftermath of that short encounter was too
much for him.
He was exhausted. His life was a complete mess of emotions since he read his
name on that list, and now all he can do is let the wolf carry him with his
cock still inside of him along with all that cum to bed. He positioned them
with him in front and pulled some of the very big and warm covers on top of
them. The candle lights were already dying, he was warm, and the wolf had one
arm wrapped strongly around his middle and the other around his forehead,
swiping his hand through his hair in a very gentle way.
Stiles distinctly remembers some things just before slipping into what was to
be the most peaceful sleep he ever had in his short life. He remembers some
apparent purring coming from the wolfs throat and chest, his heart beating so
insanely strong against his back and a pressure like a medium size ball inside
of him, linking them both physically together.
It was now when he felt t once again, very very disgusted and disappointed in
himself. There was a tired rage inside of him, covering up his heart even
though he couldn’t move a muscle right now. The realization of him not able to
do anything to get out of this situation of what his life had become pushed a
dagger through his heart while his eyes were closing and his heart beats
slowing down to sleep.
The wolf seemed to have known or felt the war inside of him, because he started
to stroke the side of his chest where his heart was, and the boy didn’t know
what to make of it, he couldn’t either because sleep was winning all wars right
now and the wolfs breathing lulling him to sleep while making him feel dirty at
the same time.
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***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
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Stiles wakes up to warm light hitting his face and soft distant voices in the
background that tells him it was already morning. The morning of a new day of
his new life. He will no longer wake up to the sounds of his dad carrying wood
and making breakfast. Not ever.
He tried to stretch with his eyes still closed, but felt paralyzed by the
movement because his body felt heavy and pretty sore. He couldn’t deny that he
was well rested, it felt like his body had completely shut down from exhaustion
last night and by the look of the sky outside the window, it seemed like it was
more like afternoon sunlight than morning sunlight. He insisted on properly
stretching, taking advantage of the comfort the bed provided for that, it was
the best place the boy had ever slept in without a doubt, all of this process
to really be awake quickly ended and images of last night were flooding like a
river in his mind.
The wolfs body, hands, arms, chest, growls, cock, bites, pain,
pleasure…Everything he so much wanted to forget but knew he couldn’t. Out of
all of this, what affected Stiles the most was the part where he burned in
pleasure at the wolf’s mercy even with tears falling down his cheeks. Unlike
now, seeming that the wolf wasn’t in the room with him, all the hate he had
ever felt for him invaded his body and mind with a strong will and power. He
didn’t want to see him ever again; he didn’t want his hands nor his mouth or
cock on him. He knew that was foolish to think, Derek, the wolf, was sure
coming back, this was his chamber. This was the wolf’s cavern.
As soon as he realized that, tears were once again streaming down his face,
without any strength left to even sob. He just lay there, silently crying.
Since he was a child, Stiles was a very sharp individual. Always looking for
answers and more ways to find a solution or just discover a new path. He felts
useless and helpless here. He didn’t know what to do, because he knew there
wasn’t anything else he could do. He was afraid. He is not anymore, at least he
thinks so. He is hopeless and that’s the scariest thing for him. He just knows
that he has something that might work to his advantage and at the same time
it’s exactly what kills him inside and fucks up with his head, body and mind,
its sex.
He knows the wolf is an animal, an animal with the name of Derek, but still an
animal. He tries to sit up on the bed, hoping it will help bringing in some
light into his current situation, there was this part of him, the biggest one
that had pretty much given up on even trying to find a way out of this place,
and another that pushes him to stand up from the bed all muscle sore and
everything, to go to the nearest large window and just re evaluate his options,
the few he could have. He realized then he was completely naked and hurried to
grab one of the bed covers for himself, while doing it, there was a knock on
the door.
The boys eyes opened big and his heart rate started to accelerate, he was
scared, and he didn’t know who or what was behind that door now and what was
supposed to happen after it opened.
But it did open with or without his answer. In came a curly haired boy with a
shy smile and carrying a tray full of food and beverages. Stiles was so scared
he didn’t even recognized him right away, but it was Isaac. The same boy that
was taken just a year before him and was rumored to be Peter Hale’s sex slave,
he was Derek’s uncle and had a very infamous reputation all over the villages.
“Isaac?” asked Stiles shyly
“Hi” Isaac said while leaving the tray on the only semi table there was in the
room, and hurrying to give the other boy a hug.
The contact was nice at first but then Stiles was still feeling sore, and that
made the action a bit difficult to endure for long, but he needed that time of
affection with someone from his hometown, the only place he had ever known in
his life, and already missed so much.
“You don’t have to say anything; I know exactly what you are feeling. Trust me
I do”, said Isaac, while putting some distance between them
Stiles eyes were starting to water again but he controlled it.
“This….this is a nightmare Isaac”, was the only thing the boy managed to answer
on a shaky breath.
“But, you look…so well, so…calm, are you okay or…?” Stiles asked, trying not to
sound rude or offensive.
Isaac smiled and answered, “I am fine Stiles. I know the rumors among villages
are not only the best or the truest about what happens with us once we get
here”
Stiles seemed very confused as to what he was hearing, he waited for more,
while he looked at Isaac searching for an answer, searching for more that could
tell him everything was going to be okay, even though he really doubt it.
“I can see and I heard you didn’t have the best night, I understand what you
are going through, I can only tell you that you will be okay”, Isaac continued
with a warm smile and patting Stiles back, due to the boy starting to cry
again.
“I know you are wondering why am I still here and alive and seeming alright
when everyone knows I was sent to Peters command…” Isaac helped them both back
to the bed, and they both sat and talked for a little bit more than half an
hour.
Isaac told his childhood friend everything from the moment he left their
village to the moment he came in through that door carrying food for Stiles.
“I love Peter, It’s something so very hard to comprehend right now, but it is
the truth, I plan to carry his pups one day and have a huge family, and we are
trying…It’s just taking a while. He did beat me, and I cried for months. He
took care of me after every time he did it and I pushed him away all those
times. I didn’t eat for weeks and he forced food in my mouth so that I wouldn’t
die. When I tried to run away he went crazy and almost lost control of his
strength and beat me to death but I begged him not to do it, and he listened,
and he cried because he didn’t mean to have gotten to that point, I mean, could
you believe it? I didn’t even know werewolves could cry, I never knew them
capable of; and I could feel at that moment how much he really did love me,
even though he had only met me some months ago. Sex was always great as I’m
sure you have already figured it out. Humans don’t have to agree on it to enjoy
it with wolves, and plus, it has healing qualities for us. Peter put me so
close to death that night but at the same time saved my life, I didn’t fight
him when he wanted to be with me and he howled through cities, I felt calm and
as if everything fell into place inexplicably once I accepted him. Now im
here.” Isaac finished with a smile.
The boy seemed astonished once again, seated on the bed looking at the floor
processing everything he had listened from his friend.
Isaac got up to bring the tray of food to them on the bed. “Here. Eat please.
See, I’m not a servant, we are not servants or slaves. I brought your food
because I sometimes like to help in the kitchen, but most of all, because I
knew you were here, but yesterday was not the appropriate time to see you, they
wouldn’t have let me anyway.”
Stiles lifted his head at that, and looked at Isaac right in the eyes. “So what
are we then? Huh? Tell me what are we Isaac, if we are not servants, if I
should be grateful that having a wolf’s cock inside me cures me from
everything, tell me what are we?” There was anger and confusion in the boy’s
voice.
Isaac lowered his head and took a breath before staring. “You will figure out,
what you are, but you are not a sex slave here, that’s what every other village
wanted the boys to know, so that maybe fear will help them be smart and not get
into trouble with the wrong wolf, who knows. Yes you came here as that, we all
did. But things change, they can change. I’m here to help you with everything
you need. You will be okay; I have nothing more to say to that, I wish I had.
Now, please eat, you must be starving, though you look pretty fit. You have
also grown, and become a very attractive young man.” Isaac added the last part
to try to lighten up the mood and also because he believed it was true.
Stiles didn’t say anything else, just huffed and started to eat. Isaac got up
after giving the boy one last hug, and turning once at the door to make sure
the boy wasn’t crying anymore, and he wasn’t, he just seemed angry.
After the door was closed, Stiles stopped eating though he wanted to devour the
plate. He just couldn’t right now. Everything was now even messier that it had
been when he woke up. He could believe everything Isaac had just said. He
didn’t know what or who to believe. He just knew whatever it was, this,
everything in here was wrong and he didn’t want to be here.
He took the plate of food again, because his stomach was making loud noises.
Different emotions were swimming inside of him. He was angry that Isaac was
trying to make this situation less than what it already was. Making him think
that wolves could be good, when they were nothing but cruel savage animals.
There was this rage inside of him again, building up and suffocating him once
more. He needed to get out of this place, now he couldn’t do it with Isaac’s
help, the only person he knew here, it was clear he would never have his help,
and he was probably on their side rather than his.
He finished eating everything in that tray, though it was a lot more that for
just one person.
One resolution was on his minds. He needed to do it. He needed to try. His
father didn’t raise him to be this weak pathetic young boy. He was more than
that, more than the wolves thought of him. More than Derek made him to be.
He was the smartest kid in his village, that’s what everyone used to tell him.
He could always figure a solution to everything and anything.
He was going to get out of here, if he wasn’t a slave. That means he could
wonder and walk around town with a smile on his face and no one would say
anything or think differently. He got up and looked for the remains of his
clothes. He found parts of them, the wolf destroyed them completely with this
claws. Now he needed to look for clothes and then he will find a way out.
That was certain. He was going to leave. He was not Isaac. He was not crazy. He
had not being brainwashed. He was not a slave.
He got up to look though the window again, everything seemed so peaceful out
there, a different view from how tormented and scared he was inside.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     I am so sorry for the wait again! But it was a long chapter :) 6 & 7
     should be coming soon too! I reallyyyy hope sooo.
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A couple of hours had gone by and the boy had looked everywhere inside the big
room. He went under the bed and in every little corner to try to find a piece
of clothing other than the bed covers he still had around his body held by one
of his arms, depending on the position he was.
That was his first resolution, to find clothes, something to wear so that he
could get out of here. He checked if the door was open, and indeed it was.
There was no one outside like the first night he got here where there were two
guards before the wolf came in, throwing him inside.
There was a knock on the door followed by someone pushing it lightly, it was
Isaac again. Once stiles realized he was not going to find any type of clothing
inside the chamber, his friend had plenty on clothes to cover him for a couple
of days on his hands.
“I figured you would need these” Isaac said with a knowing smile.
“I’m sorry I took a while, Peter just came back and I had to attend to him,
your…Um, Derek will be back a couple of hours after midnight tomorrow. Some
stayed to bring more supplies, food and seeds. Thankfully the war is over, we
won. The wolves conquered the rest of the villages and are helping them re
organize and grow”. Isaac finished with confidence and light in his eyes.
Stiles hurried to pick up the clothes from the other boy’s hands. “Thank you,”
He answered without a trace of smile on his face.
He couldn’t keep his mouth shut, not even after everything he had gone through.
So he continued: “How can you say that…You are not “them”, you are human, we
humans didn’t win anything, and we never do with them. We never will, don’t you
understand?” There was despise on the boy’s voice and his eyes were getting
bigger by the second looking straight at his old childhood friend, looking for
some comprehension.
Isaac exhaled loudly. “You know, Derek wasn’t going to touch you last night.
Peter can be sometimes insisting and obnoxious. He knew how much stress Derek
had been under with these past months of war and fighting, he knows what that
can do to a wolf, it makes them loose their connection with earth, with us
humans…They are not very grounded anymore, they take more to their inner animal
side. That’s why he is always promoting the bringing of humans boys to the main
cities. To help the wolves’ not lose control completely, they need us to
balance their lives. We are the good bringing out the good in them, but we can
also have the power to drive them crazy, if you might say, that doesn’t mean we
can play with this last ability though, because a wolf is an animal, and
animals do attack when they feel threatened in some way. Derek had always been
a fighter, a wild animal, everyone knows that since the werewolf was born, and
he had been so focused on killing for years that he forgot or blocked the idea
of having someone waiting for him in here, on his bed. I believe like any lone
wolf, he had some casual mates, but nothing else. So his uncle, Peter, decided
to bring something more permanent, you. Derek wanted to not come back to the
room after he found out, but he could smell you from miles, and even without
taking a very good look at you he already wanted you. He tried to stop it, but
he couldn’t, that happens to most wolves. I’m guessing he first came in here to
try to throw you out into another wolf’s room, but he saw and smelled you, plus
you possibly fighting him off and pushing him away all panicked and
defenseless, set him off. That drives wolves crazy. He probably wanted to calm
you down and tried to let you know that he was a very capable and fit wolf to
take care of you but at the same time he wanted to rip you apart because he was
also probably very horny and you fighting him didn’t help his plans and only
excited him more. ”
Stiles mouth was opened. It stayed like that for a while, until his cheeks were
turning red and words were spilling out of him once again.
“So am I supposed to thank him now?!, am I supposed to do that Isaac?! Thank
him for not wanting to rape me but doing it anyway? So it’s my fault for
fucking what? Smelling like I do? For not wanting to be raped by a monster?
What the fuck have they done to you, I can’t believe this… I can’t…!”
The boy’s heart was pumping like a rabbit and his hand was covering his mouth
in disbelief.
Isaac had lowered his head before starting “I don’t expect you to do anything
Stiles, I just inform you of things you may not understand right now, because I
would have wanted someone to do that for me when I got here, and to let you
know I’m here for you. Anything you need please let me know.” He turned for the
door quietly.
“I really doubt you could ever do that. Help me.” Stiles said practically
spitting his words.
Isaac just turned around for a couple of second with an understating gaze,
before closing the door behind him.
The boy quickly dropped the clothes on the bed and started to get dressed,
trying to avoid everything Isaac had said to creep into his mind. What had he
actually meant?, that wolves were good, and that Derek didn’t mean to ruin his
life, and that everything was beautiful and he just needed time. It was stupid,
illogical and fucked up.
After finishing getting dressed, he went to the large windows, it was the
beginning of spring and the air was a bit chilly at this hour of early evening.
He went for the door on shaky legs and sweaty hands.
He was going to leave this place.
When he had finally two feet outside of the room, he waited for a couple of
seconds, just in case someone was hidden somewhere. He closed the door silently
and followed the same way he remembered when he came in; the path was lighted
by some candles on the top walls. He walked slowly and carefully, trying to not
make any type of noise that would alert anyone.
The main castle seemed almost empty on his way out except for a few noises
coming from the various rooms, right on the first floor, before turning for the
main doors, there was a room with the door semi opened. He could see a brown
haired man, and judging by the parts he still had of his armor on, it seemed to
be a wolf, resting on a bed, with a blond boy sleeping on top of his chest. The
wolf seemed to be reading a manuscript and holding it with one hand, while the
other caressed the boy’s hair, the boy didn’t move, and looked soundlessly
asleep.
Stiles tried not make much of it, it could be that the boy had been kidnapped a
couple of hours ago, or was beaten really bad until he was this calmed and the
wolf had just taken advantage of him, it couldn’t be them being a couple…It was
just impossible.
The wolf seemed to sense his presence, because he turned slowly to the door,
just to see if the boy wanted something. Stiles eyes grew bigger and started to
walk faster; thinking the wolf in bed was going to chase him, though he didn’t
look like he was going to move from that place anytime soon.
Once he was outside, after going down a couple of stories, he encountered the
people he could see from the room’s windows, vendors clearing out the streets
and wolves returning home. He remembered Isaac had said Derek was coming in a
little more than a couple of hours, so he had enough time to runaway.
He continued walking and was so relief that no one seemed to be paying him any
attention in trying to stop him from leaving. He had his father’s face on his
head, reminding him to be courageous and to keep going. There was an alley he
remembered seeing when he got to the main City. He decided to take that way,
because really, he didn’t have any other specific way to go, and he didn’t want
to remain close to the wolf’s castle where any wolf could see him and notice he
was a very suspicious slave.
He then remembered the wolf he had just seen in one of those rooms. It was the
olive skin one he saw last night when he was taken out of the carriage. He
didn’t look mean or menacing yesterday or today. Just strong and by the way he
was touching the young boy…Caring. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth,
that boy was probably another young slave just like him, held against his will.
That was not his future anymore. He was running away as far as he could, no
matter if his feet were destroyed by the time he got to his father’s arms. He
reached the end of the alley and there was a black haired merchant, packing a
big float with eggs and other food supplies that were been driven by a horse.
The boy quickly noticed there was enough space for him on the right corner, so
he waited until the vendor went back to the small store next to it, and ran,
kneeling to fit into the small space and not make any noise. He was successful.
His heart was pumping, blood rushing through his veins because of the anxiety,
worry and fear there was in his mind. He hoped the vendor would take him very
far, or at least as far as he could so that he can find another way of
transportation, but getting out of here was the main goal.
He felt more than a dozen eggs on top of his head and the rustling of things
moving around and being accommodated by the vendor that had come back from the
store and was apparently ready to leave. The space he was in was very very
tight, but he didn’t care. He was determined to endure anything and the image
of his village was imprinted on his mind.
Then there was movement, he couldn’t see from where he was, but the horse had
started his pace commanded by the merchant. The boy started to sweat and the
climate had nothing to do with it. He was crossing everything in his body to
not be found by any of the wolves, for everything to turn out how he expected,
with him seeing his dad in a couple of days if the way was long as he expected.
There were some tears but because he was grateful that it wasn’t very difficult
to leave this place, his mind still naïve was congratulating him for his
decisions that had gotten him here.
A little more than an hour went by when Stiles heard from afar some horses
getting close to them and the sound of men hurrying them up. His heart
tightened in his chest, and he was remembering himself to breathe. He realized
they must have been going the same way that the wolves were going to be
returning back home, which was not good at all.
He was a smart boy, so he was able to figure it out quickly. There weren’t any
guards at the castle because they thought the slaves would be too afraid to
runway, or because they were so dumb they didn’t notice they could, but because
they were talking about wolves. Creature whom sense of smell was one of the
most powerful traits they had, so they could easy trace and catch whatever
runway boy there was, with their speed and sense of smell. So if Derek was
coming back home on this same path, it was more than likely that he would be
able to smell Stiles. The boy started to heave. This couldn’t be happening to
him. He drove his hands to his head trying to think of a solution while the
horses were getting closer and closer. The only thing he knew was that he
needed to stop going this way and look for a place to hide and hope that with
the speed they were coming with, there wouldn’t be any time for the wolf to
catch a whiff of him.
He acted on impulse. He jumped from the float hurting his elbows and knees, and
proceeded to quickly get up and run through the field, run like he never had
before. The field was surrounded by some small farmhouses, and thankfully there
was one a mile away, he run to it with all he had. When he got there, out of
breath and with his heart practically on his hands, he entered and shut the
door. Inside, there were some chickens and hens but other that than it was
empty except from the hay that covered the animals. There were big blocks of
them. He did the next big thing he could imagine. He threw himself on the
floor, positioning his body under the flat blocks of hay, they were surrounding
the animals, so the boy thought the wolf wouldn’t be able to smell him. In the
meantime, the horses and the wolves seemed to be less than a mile away.
As the boy hoped, they passed by the farmhouse faster than he thought, and no
one seemed to notice his presence in there.
Of course things couldn’t stay on the right track, and for the boy this meant
bad bad news. After a couple of minutes and just as he was about to get up from
under the blocks of hay; he heard the crunching sound of wood being broken,
everything happened in a blur, and the next thing he feels are Derek’s fingers
grabbing him by his hair and dragging him outside of the farmhouse he thought
he was so safe in.
The boy was shaking with rage and fear, both equally as strong. He is picked up
by a couple of strong arms seeming to be made out of steal, Stiles is kicking
and punching any part he can reach of the wolf, but he is not moving or budging
for one tiny bit. The wolf’s breaths are ragged and furious, he is growling
with each step.
“Pleaseeeeee, stop,,,,stop,,,I don’t want to go back, don’t you understand?! I
hate you, I hate you, pleaseeee don’t touch me, find someone else, find another
young boy to be your toy, please I don’t want this”, is all the boy could say
in between sobs and cries. When he noticed the wolf didn’t seem to care, he
went crazy with his movements, and now the kicking was unstoppable and he was
close to hurting a part of his own body if he kept it up.
That’s when the wolf stopped. He threw the boy on the floor and got close to
his face “You no run away from me, ever. You are mine!” Derek yelled, eyes
gleaming velvet red for a second time in all the moments Stiles had spent with
him. The wolf’s voice was not the same, it was more animalistic, and seemed
like growls more than sounds coming from his vocal chords; it was all very
bizarre and scary to the boy.
“Please, no, NOOO!, NOOO!”, was all the boy got out, before Derek grabbed him
the collar of his shirt and dragged him more than a couple of miles, which
meant his body was hitting every obstacle there might had been on the way,
rocks, branches, trees, etc.
He then remembers hearing a sharp sound on his left ear and then everything
went black. The boy had hit his head with one of the rocks on the way of being
dragged. Derek noticed it but didn’t care much at the moment. His chest was
raising and falling while trying to control his actions. He carried the boy
easily with one arm on top of the horse and wiped the blood from the left
corner of his forehead with his hands, he positioned him in front of him, and
off they went back to castle, following the distinct silhouettes of his
comrades’ miles away from them.
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When they got to the castle, some other wolves knew what had happened, they had
seen Derek flare his nostrils while on their way back, and then felt his rage
run through the wind, as he backed up and went back the way they had just come
back from. After some minutes when they turned their heads at the sound of his
horse, they noticed a boy, his boy fast asleep and unmoving riding with him.
They understood what happened, and it wasn’t unusual, it was just pretty sucky
for the boy to not understand already that he couldn’t do that type of thing to
a wolf like Derek. Even his soldier brothers fear him.
Derek got off his horse along carrying Stiles in his arms. One of the help men
took care of the horse, while the big wolf came into the castle and straight to
his chamber. The boy was apparently waking up from the hit he took on the way
back. His eyes were opening and he was quick to realize what had happened and
that he was back again in the room he swore would never see again.
He didn’t say anything, not even cried at that moment, he was just doing
everything and anything possible to get off Derek’s tight hold on him, and the
wolf let him, he fell onto the floor with a hard thump and as quickly as that
happened, the wolf was on top of him but not resting his weight on him. He
started to beat him, hitting every part of the boy’s body he could reach,
slapping his face, punching him here and there. Stiles didn’t want to cry, but
the pain was forcing him to, pushing him to the edge of cries and sobs that
didn’t let him breathe.
Time seemed to have stopped, but it wasn’t long before his vision was blurry
once more and he couldn’t remind himself to breathe because his tears and
whimpers were all there was to him.
The wolf stood up and started to walk around the room trying to calm himself
down but doing a very bad job at it, while Stiles lay on the floor, in pain and
bleeding from pretty much everywhere.
Sleep was coming to him like a punch to his brain, and the last things he
remembers was the wolf moving around apparently changing clothing and going for
the door before saying: “You want to run like a dog, then sleep like a dog”,
followed by a slam on the door.
He woke up once more to the sounds of birds. He immediately felt his entire
body as stiff as wood, and didn’t dare to move. He could hear someone, most
likely the wolf, shifting his armor and calmly walking across the room. After a
couple of minute and while his vision cleared, he was gently carried from the
floor and onto the bed by the wolf. He started to undress him from his blood
stained and destroyed clothes, and when he was finished, he covered him up
completely with the heavy and warm banquets, leaving him there. Stiles fell
asleep again avoiding the pain.
The next time he woke up, it was because he could feel something wet but light
on his face, he opened his eyes very slowly and the first thing his mind
registered was pain and Isaac’s face with a worried expression on it. The curly
haired boy was apparently cleaning his wounds and bruises.
A couple of seconds passed before Stiles started to whine and wimp from the
pain that stabbed his body in different areas. Isaac just looked more worried
and tried to shush the boy by gently caressing his forehead, but Stiles moved
away, not wanting the touch. He then tried to help him drink some water and fed
him but the second was very hard to do due to Stiles resistance, so he stopped.
“I need a doctor, someone, please….Isaac I don’t feel well, please I need a
doctor”, Stiles cried desperately.
When he saw Isaac not answering and lowering his gaze. He yelled the same plea.
“I need a doctor!, Isaac!”. That showed to be a bad idea, because this simple
action caused him more pain and distress and left him even more exhausted, so
he tried to lie on his side, noticing that Isaac was not going to bring any
doctor anytime soon, probably because of fear of any of the wolves.
Tears were flowing down the boy’s face and he quietly tried to hug himself and
relax, because he had a sick feeling and everything hurt.
He felt movement on the bed, telling him that Isaac got up and slowly left the
room. He could still hear him there, outside of the room and talking to someone
else.
“There are no doctors here Isaac, and you know why. He only needs Derek right
now, but he is punishing him, so no one can do anything but him, he will be
back to fix it. I, on the other hand, will be back tomorrow, I’m taking Jackson
with me, he wants to see that cascade we talked about across the city, close to
my father’s grave. So, please stop worrying, it will only make Peter go into
Derek’s business and you know that doesn’t always end well”. The other voice
said. It was a young but nonetheless powerful voice, there was a calm firmness
in it, and Stiles guessed it had to be from other wolf but he couldn’t remember
if he had heard it before, his mind was playing tricks on him. He wondered if
he had seen him already.
“Okay…I guess you are right” Isaac responded.
After that, Stiles was blinded and numbed by the pain leaving and entering his
body with full force every minute, forcing him to fall asleep completely
because he wasn’t even capable of staying awake. He had lost control of his
body, just as he did the first night he got here.
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Derek entered the room long hours after, Stiles was still asleep. The wolf took
off his armor, staying completely naked. He slowly walked towards the bed,
where the boy laid soundlessly, barely breathing. He positioned himself in
between his legs, started to give him long and firm licks from his neck and
back of his ears to the boy’s chest and abs, ending on his navel with small
feather like kisses, something he hadn’t done before or even thought about it.
He grabbed both of the boy’s thighs to rest on his strong shoulders with a
light grip. He proceeded to suck him off, slowly at first but building a pretty
strong pace. It didn’t take long, the boy woke up right when he was about to
come, clearly unaware of what was happening, and because he was so hurt, he
came hard; the wolf, of course, swallowed it all.
The boy was able to weakly lift his face a little bit to one side and look at
the wolf licking the last bit of cum off his cock, it was then that Derek moved
up to his face, and looking right into his eyes, he kissed him, it was a
combination of small but firm kisses on the boys lips and some nips here and
there along with some licks with the tip of the wolf’s tongue that were more of
a caress than anything else, because the boy wasn’t very responsive at the time
due to his physical condition. Stiles could feel the roughness of the wolf’s
beard and his musky scent up close along with the warmth of his body that
seemed intoxicating to him, and he didn’t know whether it was good or bad, and
he didn’t have much time to mourn that idea, because sleep came to him and
claimed him making him pass out.
He was now the boy sleeping on top of a wolf. That’s how Derek had wanted it
while his long and rough fingers tangled in the boy’s hair many times.
The wolf had his chin close touching Stiles’ forehead and right temple, on
which he decided to give firm kisses to, each a way of saying I am sorry.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Here we go again! I am sorry for the wait.
     I know after reading this, you guys will need the next chapter in
     your lives, I will do my best to have it asap!
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     much!!!
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His head was being lifted; someone was helping him drink some water, which felt
extremely refreshing on his throat and so much needed. He fluttered his eyelids
for a moment, trying to open them. There was a blonde and blue eyed boy looking
at him while positioning the glass of water close to his lips and guiding his
neck towards it.
When Stiles opened his eyes completely, he was able to notice this boy. He was
the same young boy he had seen the night of his failed escapade. He was the boy
sleeping on top of that wolf. He was feeling incredibly better, his limbs
didn't hurt as much and his head seemed clearer by the minute.
The other boy stood up to retrieve the glass of water to the nearest table and
came back to sit on the bed next to Stiles.
"I am Jackson by the way", the blonde boy started
"I was curious as to who tried to escape from a wolf. Don't get me wrong, I've
tried it to, but I just wanted to meet someone as silly as I was", he continued
with a cocky smile
"I'm glad I could be amusing to you", Stiles said, with a hoarse throat and in
a low volume.
Jackson cocked his head to one side and continued speaking "You know, I stopped
running away, when I started to crave his scent, and when after all the
fighting days I realize I was starting to feel more comfortable sleeping with
him than anything else. When he learned this, he stopped looking for me,
talking to me, taking care of me, even looking at me. That nearly destroyed me.
I wanted to be with him and wanted him to do all those things but at the same
time I wanted him gone forever. Those were confusing and strange days. Until
one day after a week of him ignoring me and after many months of him trying to
make me understand how much he cared and me fighting him off, I gather enough
courage, to go into his chamber and crawl to his bed where he was napping after
battle, in some way he kind of knew I was going to come, and so he opened his
eyes and arms, and welcomed me to his bed again not saying a word. I cried like
a baby for hours, because I was fighting that instinct for so long, which only
hurt me badly and was quickly destroying me. Since then, you could say that
everything in me is his and vice versa. My wolf's name is Scott. You will
surely meet him soon"
Stiles was tired. Exhausted. Not feeling like total crap anymore, but
definitely not in the mood to hear another successful love story in the city of
werewolf slavery. He decided to not say anything against everything Jackson had
said, like he did when Isaac shared his story. He decided to be a little more
curious and that way forget for a moment his yet another traumatic night he had
experienced recently.
"What do you mean by instinct?" He questioned Jackson.
"Oh it’s pretty easy, but I understand it’s something that you are maybe... I'm
sorry. That you are more than likely getting some glimpses of what this is.
Humans are supposed to be with a wolf and share their lives with them for many
different purposes. Sure, they can also mate with humans and live very happy
lives; but, being with a wolf, was and is more in our nature whatever our
personalities are. Trust me, I used to be an asshole and I probably still am,
but maybe in lesser ways, and that had nothing to do with my instinct to be
submissive towards my wolf, I still am the same person I was before I met him,
it’s just,...I am better. Funny thing is, this is not only emotionally or
mentally, but even physically as I’m sure that you have already noticed by
yourself. We crave their protection, their presence; we are always going to be
more attracted to them than to any other human. It’s a law of nature. No boy
knows this until they leave their little human village and experienced bigger
places and people" Jackson finished seemingly out of breath after the
enthusiasm he projected on his explanation.
Stiles just looked at him with a straight face, not saying anything and
processing all the information given while resting in bed.
"But oh well, if you have any other questions I’m glad to answer them. Just
come look for me, I’m on the first story. I gotta go, I’m sure I will be seeing
you in a while for supper. Uh, Derek should be coming pretty soon too. Just
wanted to give you a heads up. Please stay put, No funny business...Especially
these days, with the upcoming full moon, yeah, everything you've heard on your
bedtime stories about wolves and full moons, they are pretty much true." With
that, Jackson walked to the door and waved a quick goodbye to Stiles, closing
the door after doing so.
Stiles fell asleep a little after that, his mind was an empty canvas, not
willing to overthink anything at the moment. He was awaken by little movements
his body was making, or better said, movements someone else was trying to make
with his body. When he opened his eyes, he was able to see Isaac, fidgeting
with his arms to make him wear a black long sleeve shirt. Stiles quickly moved
away, saying he could do it by himself.
The last time he saw Isaac, let’s just say things weren't really peachy. He was
screaming in pain for a doctor, and the other boy did not do anything about it.
"I thought you were still in need of help, sorry" Isaac began.
"I know you probably hate me by now. I just hope you will understand later on."
The curly hair boy said while standing up from the bed.
"Everyone is at the table right now. Derek is some minutes away, and he expects
to see you there. You will meet some members of his pack. Um, he is really
expecting to see you there. Please I don't want to see you get hurt again,
don't do something you will regret later" He said with a shaky voice.
"That's a little too late for that" Stiles huffed, still with a very hoarse
voice.
The two boys stared at each other for long seconds, before Isaac broke the
contact with "Our cook is pretty amazing, and dinners are always more delicious
when the wolves come from combat. I hope you enjoy it, despite the
circumstances". He said before quickly leaving.
Stiles was left lying in bed, half dressed in the finest clothing he had ever
worn in his life, made of soft and warm material. He felt physically great
compared to how he was feelings just some hours ago. Inside, he was empty, and
that scared him. He had never felt that way in life. It was a strong feeling he
couldn't seem to shake from his soul. His breaths were controlled, kind of
robotic and defeated. He knew if he didn't get up and when outside, things
could get as bad as they had already been these past days, or maybe worst, and
he didn't know if he was ready for worst. At the moment his soul was just
shattered.
He got up from the bed, found some new shoes already waiting for him close to
the chamber’s door and started to put them on. No expression on his face, no
real purpose on his walk.
He knew if he didn’t go to eat with everyone else, it was more than likely that
the wolf would come and get him. He was feeling physically able to build a
house if he wanted to, and even though he hated the idea, he knew it was thanks
to Derek, along with that came the realization that yesterday night was the
first and only time he vaguely remembers the wolf kissing him on his lips. He
thought it was strange, his curious mind was wondering and he wanted some
answers.
As soon as he opened the chamber’s door, the smells of fresh vegetables and
fried meat hit his nostrils. Aside from everything he had gone through he knew
his body had not been properly fed these past days and the instinct to devour
food was permanent, but he couldn’t focus on food when he had bigger problems
to attend, and trying to attend to them had only brought him despair.
He followed the chatter and the smell of food through the corridors, and just
outside the garden, he could see a big round table occupied by and older male,
most likely wolf, and most likely Peter, Derek’s uncle, next to Isaac, and next
to Jackson, who was playing around and laughing with the same dark skinned wolf
he remembers seeing the night he tried to run away. Apparently this last wolf
noticed his presence and he turned his head to look at him.
“Hello there. I am Scott. You can come sit with us” He said offering a smile.
Stiles didn’t say anything but continued to walk to the table where there were
two empty seats. He could feel everyone’s gaze on him even though they were
trying to be discreet about it. Especially Peter, the oldest one, who seemed
intrigued by him and kept cocking his head once in a while like a curious dog.
Stiles sat and a couple of servants came to his sides to put food and drinks in
front of him. He kept looking down.
“Uh…I just want to say I am sorry for everything you’ve gone through these
days. Just wanted to say that anything you need will be provided for you here.”
Said a nervous Scott.
Stiles didn’t answer or even raised his head to gaze at the young wolf. He was
chewing the inside of him mouth as hard as he could just to not answer anything
he might regret later. He couldn’t believe the nerve everyone had to insist on
making this experience a start of a wonderful, normal and happy life.
The smell of food was also making him upset, he wanted to devour that plate in
front of him but he didn’t want to give everyone the satisfaction of thinking
he was getting accustomed.
The sound of metal clacking along steps and the uptake of his heart made him
look up, only to see Derek coming in through the big gates. There was a path
that lead to the table in the garden, and the big wolf was walking with all the
majesty that a creature as strong as him could carry in every movement. Stiles
thought about the times he had interacted with him, which were only when he got
beaten or when he had his way with him.
He wasn’t scared of him anymore, but his sole presence made his heart spiral
like a wild tornado and he couldn’t decipher all of the feelings that were
there and the ones he wanted to purposely hide because they were too horrendous
to admit.
The boy quickly returned his gaze to the plate in front of him. Listening to
the greetings from everyone at the table and not hearing one back from Derek.
He could feel the wolf like the wind and was feeling him even more when he sat
on the empty chair next to him; servants coming around even faster than they
did with him. His heartbeats were going a mile an hour and he didn’t even want
to breathe; he was clenching and unclenching his fists because of the anxiety
that burned his body.
At that moment, he could feel Derek staring at him and hear the mindless
chatter that was going around the table from all the occupants.
“Eat”, was all he heard quietly from Derek. It was just one word that carried
so much authority and power he thought he stopped breathing for a while before
he realized he had said it.
He didn’t want to know what would happen if he didn’t do it. He didn’t want to
imagine himself being beaten at the table in front of everyone, even the
servants, plus his stomach couldn’t be more neglected.
He was about to raise one of his hands to pick up a utensil, when he felt the
touch of the wolf’s naked knee on his right leg. It wasn’t moving or demanding
something. It was just touching him, he was warm and the texture was as tone
and sculpture as marble.
He was fighting the instinct of moving because of what that may cause on the
wolf. So he didn’t do anything and he proceeded with his plans. Grabbing the
fork and starting to put food in his mouth. Every bite he took felt amazing on
his tongue and he forgot about everyone else and even the skin contact between
him and Derek. He ate so fast and he didn’t even realize that after a while,
only Jackson and Scott were at the table along with the other wolf.
He knew Jackson was sharing glances with him throughout dinner, even more than
Isaac, apparently both trying to check on him. He had finished with all the
plates that were put in front of him even faster than Derek himself, which kept
surprisingly calmly eating. The wolf did not eat like an animal or anything
like that, but there was a roughness in everything he did and eating was no
exception. Restrict and strong counts of jaw movement. Stiles was aware of this
because he stole a couple of glances himself in between chewing every now and
then.
Scott was talking about a strategy they supposedly needed to make in the next
few days to destroy another pack nearby that was threating their own territory.

He went on to talk about how many casualties there had been throughout the
first encounter with that pack. He said there were close to 200. The boy was
sick to his stomach, one because of all the food he ate so fast and the fact
that he had shared that meal with murderers.
Apparently that same first encounter had happened that morning and he didn’t
know why, but he looked sideways and looked at Derek’s hands and arms, noticing
some fainted red color, unmistakably taken for blood. His breathing was normal
but his heart continued to speed up. Everything was once more overwhelming, and
he couldn’t forget the smell of his house and long for it as much as he wanted
right now.
There was the sound of wheels being dragged on the ground. He turned to the
noise and saw a big cart being pushed by some men and on it, a pile of bodies
covered in blood. He remembered that one story about wolves told in his town of
the bodies in war buried in special places for some wicked or compassionate
reason no one knew about. The sight was awfully shocking and the boy had his
mouth hanging open at it.
The idea came all too soon, surprising him even more and overwhelming his mind
a lot more. He could hide in between all those bodies and blood to cover his
smell. The one thing he had forgotten on his last escape. That way he was going
to be taken to the outskirts of the main city and hopefully get a ride from the
merchants on the road to quickly be so far away that the wolf would only have a
fainted track of him.
He knew that idea was the grimmest he had ever had, but then again he had never
been in this situation and he knew his morals and values had left him the
moment he entered this place. And the fact that in all this haze of thoughts
and emotions he hadn’t notice that the wolf’s hand was now resting on his knee,
apparently trying to give him some comfort when he kept looking at all the
bodies, cause him even more distress and anxiety to run as fast as he could
like every single second he had spent here.
The sun had only set a couple of minute ago, and he remembered that Derek came
into the room to sleep way after the sun setting, so that gave him a few hours
to get on that cart and be gone.
He knew the risk and could almost feel the hurt of his body after yesterday’s
beating, but he had nothing to lose anymore. He was scared of pain. He was
terrified of having to share meals and his entire life with savage animals that
killed people every day for power and territory.
Scott hadn’t stopped talking while all of this was happening, Derek still not
talking just listening and Jackson looking at them both, making a comment here
and there.
“I have all the maps, exits and more. We should start right now. I want to have
everything ready for early in the morning” An excited Scott continued.
Great, Stiles thought. The wolf needed to be busy so that he wouldn’t pay
Stiles much attention. The boy tried to control his heart and breathing so that
he wouldn’t notice anything wrong going on with him and he could just be left
alone.
“Go to sleep. I’ll be there” Derek’s voice so close to his right ear surprised
him making him jump a bit.
He didn’t want to follow any of his orders ever in his life, but at the same
time he wanted to put as much space between them as he could, especially if he
needed to plan his attempt to runway.
The boy quickly got up and walked back to the chamber, hoping his obedience
would make the wolf trust that he will stay in the room. He didn’t look back
but could feel someone following him.
“I was so crossing my fingers, hoping you would eat. “ Jackson said, trying to
catch up with him.
“I didn’t want anything to ruin your first dinner with us” He said quietly.
Stiles didn’t have the energy to angrily respond to the stupid comments Jackson
seemed to be making. He only had a question on the tip of his tongue.
“Why did he kiss me after I tried to run away and not before”? The boy asked
while slowing down his pace. He turned to look at Jackson when they both got to
the door.
Jackson seemed taken by surprise at the question, and took some time to answer
“He probably forgot that’s what humans do, so he remembered and did it to
appease you, thinking in his mind that it would make you not want to run away
from him anymore, and to also I guess…remind himself how to do it. Scott kissed
me the first day I met him, or at least he tried while I was fighting him off,
he was so sloppy and he would mostly bite, but that’s what they do, and the
fact that he went for kissing, it’s just showing you he cares about what you
want”. He tried to say the last thing really fast so that it wouldn’t upset
Stiles and because he knew the boy hated this place with all his being.
Stiles just glared at the other boy, and entered the room, slamming the door on
Jackson face, hoping to prove a point on how insensitive and stupid that answer
had been after everything he had gone through. How can the wolf care or show
him that he cared for him when all he did was either molest him or beat him to
death.
The boy took his hands to his face. He had more important things to think about
than werewolf behavior. He knew where they took the cart full of bodies. He
knows it’s close to where the horses are, he also knew that the way to get
there was far from the place he last saw Scott and Jackson in bed, which was
most likely the place where Derek was at the moment.
He kept walking around the room, scratching his face and trying to avoid
thinking the things he is done since he got here. All the trauma he had endured
and that had changed him completely. He knew he wasn’t the same innocent boy
that lived a happy life with the ones he loved. He was someone else, someone
cold hearten that was willing to lay next to dead bodies and their blood only
to mask his scent so that the biggest and cruelest wolf ever, would not smell
him.
After some time, he decided he was ready. He was about to leave the room and
the thought of it probably being the last time he came here alive made him stop
and take a deep breath. He didn’t want this life, so he didn’t care anymore if
he lost it while trying once more to get to his father’s arms.
This was for him.
The city was windy, and as Stiles was leaving the room, the moon, big and
bright, was making his appearance on the sky.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     I KNOW. I AM SORRY :(
      
     BUT, hope you like it. The next one, is the last chapter.
His steps were quick since he didn’t want to run either, his breaths were
controlled but his heart gave away the anxiety he was feeling at that moment.
There was the sound of horses and people walking around pretty much everywhere,
but mostly back to their chambers.
He was able to see the cart full of dead bodies getting closer and closer, this
time, it was in a much darker place than the one last night; thankfully, since
most guardians were leaving, the place was empty once more.
He waited for a couple of minutes to gather strength and composure before
mingling in between the dead smell and aura in front of him. The boy had lost
all restrains a while back, his heart was heavy, but it was quickly becoming
hard like a stone. His emotions were more controlled but he still kept a bit of
fragility and innocence in him, and that was inevitable.
When he thought he was ready, he looked around one last time to see if anyone
was out there watching him, the coast was clear. His want to leave the place
made him able to surpass the strong smell of death and the fact that at
sixteen, he was around more dead people than any other person could ever see in
their entire lives. Expressionless, he was careful positioning himself in
between two of them, without hesitation he touched the blood that covered their
bodies and transferred what he was able to get on him onto his face and
clothes, it was quite a lot, even his hair got some.
Once he was done, he just laid there looking up at the sky, breathing slowly
and feeling no tears coming out even though he felt like he wanted to cry. He
doesn’t know how long it was, it could have been five minutes or one hour, but
soon enough, two men came around the cart.
Stiles didn’t move one bit and since his mind was somewhere else, somewhere
close to his father and friends, his heartbeats were less than noticeable. He
felt movement and could hear the big wheels touching the ground.
Time seemed to fly away at a higher speed than ever before. It had been close
to an hour, which meant he was pretty far from wolf territory, far from Derek.
There wasn’t any relieve or happiness inside the boy, he had hoped for too much
these past days and he had being destroyed in many different ways, there was
only so much he could take.
Now it had been more than an hour and as a star was shining upon his face, the
sudden move of the let wheel of the cart smashing against a big rock on the
way, caused one of the dead persons battle knife to entered Stiles’ neck. He
had felt death creeping every corner from the moment he entered the Capitol,
but this was different, the dread was on another level and he couldn’t stop
seeing the wolf’s face every time he closed his eyes unable to make a sound and
feeling his neck wet covered in his own blood this time. In all this confusing
state, he knew there was a longing bigger than anything he had ever felt in his
short life, it was for all the people he loved, but emerging from deep within
him, there was longing to see and smell Derek one last time, and this time he
didn’t hate himself for wanted it, he didn’t feel aroused or anything, he just
knew he needed him, and as confusing as it was, he didn’t stop himself from
feeling it.
At that same time, a howl was heard throughout the forest, it was so loud that
it felt like an earthquake. The blood gushing out the boy’s throat and mouth
was now making him cough, he didn’t think twice about who was howling, he knew
it, he was able to feel it even before it happened for some strange reason.
Derek was close. So close he could feel his strong arms taking him out of the
cart, he turned his gaze from the sky to the face those arms belong to, and it
was him, the wolf looked him straight in the eyes with a penetrating gaze that
said so much, he looked worried, mad, sad, content, and much so many other
emotions.
Derek’s right hand was closing the hole on the boy’s neck, he knew he needed to
be quick right now; the amount of blood was concerning and he howled once more
in desperation, making all the animals around hide automatically. Stiles was
slowly losing consciousness but for some reason, he wasn’t panicking even
though he knew he was dying, just knowing Derek was there with him when that
happened didn’t make it seem that bad, even though he was trying to escape from
him just a couple of hours ago as odd as it sounds. He was able to hear and
feel movement along with the strong and agitated heartbeats of the wolf next to
his body, since he was embracing him while running somewhere the boy had no
idea where to. Time was now obsolete, and he was feeling more and more sleepy.
The next second he opened his eyes he noticed he was inside of a small house
and Derek looked so big inside it. The wolf was on top of him moving quickly
and the next thing he knew, he was being bitten by him, this was the second
time he did so, but this time the pain was more excruciating than that first
night. The boy was able to experience, through the bite, all the love the wolf
felt for him from the moment he smelled him the first time, knowing he was his
mate, a mate for life; he was also able to feel the fear he felt every time the
boy had rejected him, knowing he was human and would be very difficult for him
to adapt and further down in time, love him like he already did. In a matter of
seconds, all this information through feelings overwhelmed him incredibly and
finally he felt the terror Derek had just felt when he found out he had left
him once more and was about to die away from him, his only mate. Stiles body
shuts down and moment after that, each part of his body, mind and soul, felt
loose, soft and pliant. He felt something grounding him, he knew it was
someone, and that someone was Derek.
The boy’s eyes would open and close because of all the intensity surrounding
him. He could see the full moon making its appearance through an open window in
front of him while the wolf seem busy and preoccupied licking long stripes all
over his neck, especially the place where he had being hurt. Stiles was unable
to hear anything else other than the sound of a quiet night and the breathing
patterns of the wolf, that were too, quieting down. Everything seemed calmer.
The boy was starting to feel better, more clear headed than minutes or hours
before, and so now he was able to hear a voice, it was the wolfs rough deep
voice, repeating “You…mine”, “You…are mine”, like a mantra while he still lick
all the blood from the boy’s body, who noticed he was almost naked, only
wearing his trousers.
He is still unmoving just listening and feeling the wolf on top of him taking
care of him in so many different ways. He notices his legs are open to him,
bringing him closer and even though his weight is not on him, otherwise it
would be very difficult to breathe, he is covering him completely, engulfing
him with his strong presence and body. He could feel his worrying coming off
the wolf in waves entering his nostrils.
The fact that Derek was in an extreme state of worrying because of him, made
Stiles want to do something to remove that feeling from him, he didn’t think
why he wanted to, he just knew he needed to so something and all reasoning was
long gone right now. He had gone through so much in a matter of hours that
nothing seemed strange anymore.
He did the only thing his body wanted at that time, and it was to be closer to
Derek. So he slowly started to grind his hips upwards towards the wolf’s
crotch.
He could feel the wolf stopped on his tracks and a low rumble coming from his
chest was soothing him to no end. As weak as he was, he tried to keep moving
his hips closer and a bit faster, one of his cheeks gracing Derek’s neck which
had been buried on his neck this whole time.
The scent of arousal was now floating in the small confinements. The wolf was
so quick, Stiles didn’t notice when he repositioned himself and was coming down
his body giving him bruising kissing on chest and abs, going down his navel and
finally and hungrily making his now very aware and alive cock disappear in his
mouth sucking him hard.
The boy started to whimper loudly, this time it was not from pain or sadness.
It was from pleasure, since that was all on his minds. Derek seemed
preoccupied, but this time, it was because he wanted to please his mate in all
ways possible.
Soon enough, the wolf was positioning his own cock on the boy’s entrance, and
there wasn’t anything else on Stiles’ mind. He wanted it. He wanted it so bad,
there wasn’t anything he had ever wanted in his life as much as Derek making
full of his cock.
The first thrust was tentative, as if the wolf was testing the waters with how
much Stiles could take after almost dying a couple of hours ago. The second
made the boy cry, the wolf’s cock seemed bigger this time, and every move he
made, made him so horny he felt he couldn’t breathe well.
Derek starts fucking him hard, punishing him with each thrust, as If telling
him how scared he was when he had left him, it was hurting the boy but at the
same time giving him extreme pleasure, and he took it. Stiles took each thrust
like it was medicine being given to him for an awful disease, which in truth,
it was exactly that, but he wasn’t thinking about it, he was just feeling
everything around him gain so much more life than ever before. He felt alive.
He felt Derek’s power. He felt Derek’s love.
The wolf growls quietly close to the boy’s ear and neck to shush him when he
cries out of pleasure and emotion. He comes face to face with Stiles and
looking at his sated expression he kisses him, strongly and passionate. The boy
immediately bares his neck, and the howl after that was heard in probably most
of the cities around them.
His entire body had moved upwards by a long distance due to the wolf’s hard
fucking, that left him moan and cry desperately incoherent sounds, which he
didn’t know he could make. Apparently this was making the wolf content, because
he could feel it, which was a bit weird to say but the boy didn’t mind, he only
wanted to feel.
Derek kisses his entire body with reverence while pushing forward grabbing his
legs with the strength only a werewolf could have, pushing Stiles to the edge.
They hadn’t said a word to each other, other than Derek repeating a thousand
times that he was his, but Stiles broke that by saying “I’m…I’m, please, I…cum”
with a very quiet and hoarse voice.
He didn’t know why he was either letting Derek know he was going to cum or
asking him for permission, but he was doing one of them.
The wolf growled loudly and started to jack him off while fucking him harder
and faster than ever. Stiles was helpless, letting himself be fucked and having
the wolf bring him to his orgasm without flinching or wanting to stop him.
Next thing he knew, his vision was dark, blocking everything else but the
feeling of Derek’ cock inside of him and his hands pumping him along with this
mouth and now fangs covering all the skin he could reach. He blacked out for a
moment while cumming in long while stripes.
Apparently at that same time, the clenching of his butthole around Derek’s cock
made the wolf howled one last time, him cumming too for a long while, shooting
his seed into the boy and shaking on top of him growling loudly.
The boy cries were dying to soft whimpers and the wolf was quieting him gently.
After what seemed like hours, the boy was laying on the floor completely sated
and breathing slowly. Derek was occupied kissing his neck gently, sucking on
his earlobe and rumbling all the way, his hands going up and down the boy’s
pliant body. He would pass his finger through his hair, caressing his cheeks
and chest, while the boy had his eyes closed and was close to falling sleep.
He wasn’t scared, disgusted or afraid. He was content, calm and content, with
no worries in the world. He couldn’t think anything else or do anything that
just lay there, letting the wolf do anything he wanted and be more than okay
with that. He wanted to show him that, that he wasn’t scared or afraid anymore.
So he heavily lifted his right hand to touch the wolf for the very first time
in all sense of the word.
He first felt the wolf’s back, and so he started doing small circles, and could
immediately feel how surprised and happy Derek was of that small act. The
rumbling turned to purring and quiet growling close to his ear and neck. The
boy then moved to the wolf’s arms, caressing them and weakly holding on to
them. He was definitely feeling better but not stronger yet.
Sleep was calling his name and so while still giving the wolf attention and
receiving a lot more attention from him, he closed his eyes, falling into the
best sleep of his life.
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Stiles is semi sleep the next time he wakes up. After a couple of second he
recognizes not being in the same hard wooded floor he was before, but the
comfortable bed of Derek.
He can hear Derek talk to peter quietly.
“So, how is he? I heard some people didn’t see him breathe or move for a while
when you guys came in this morning, most think he is dead because of the full
moon and all. But I see he is not and for that I am proud”. Peter says in a
very sarcastic tone of voice.
Angrily growling, the wolf answers “He is here. He is mine. Get out” as
talkative as ever.
The boy could hear Peter smile and leave the room. He can also feel the wolf
getting in bed coming closer to his body, feeling the heat first and then his
soft but ever so strong hold he carried in everything he did, touch and cover
his waist slowly, positioning him closer to his chest until they were back to
chest covered by the warm blankets.
It was early morning, the whole city very quiet and Stiles knew the wolf could
feel he was awake for some moments, and so while caressing his chest and belly
and smelling the back of his head, he gently said “Sleep”.
And so he did.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
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The boy opened his eyes and the sky had the color of late afternoon, colors
like pink and orange painted the sky and it was a beautiful view. He couldn’t
deny how well rested he felt, and how calm and at ease he was starting to feel
while his foggy mind and eyes were clearing up.
He also felt stronger, he felt like going outside on the field and running for
miles on end. He was well aware of everything that had happened the day before,
but even with that in mind, he didn’t feel his chest constrict at the idea of
what his life had become anymore. But that didn’t mean everything was solved
and or forgotten, his mind preferred not to touch basis with that subject, just
yet.
Before noticing the colors of the sky, Stiles felt the absence of the wolf, and
it was like the first message of his instincts this morning. But there was
something different today, even with not physically having Derek by his side,
he knew he was closer, he could feel it somehow, he just didn’t know how or why
and it didn’t scare him either.
He decided to get out of bed and get cleaned up along with dressed; thankfully,
everything needed to do so was inside the chamber. Once he was done, he was
ready to face the outside once more.
“Hey…Stiles, is so good to see you, how are you feeling?” Jackson asked while
passing by Stiles on the outer hall.
The boy gave him a small smile, which was a first. “I am good, thank you for
asking. Um, do you where I can get some food…?”
Jackson returned that same small smile, followed by “Sure, I can take you to
the kitchen and we can eat something, though dinner is going to be served in
just a little while.” Jackson finished while they were both walking under his
guidance.
The boy didn’t answer and just followed him. They walked in silence, but it was
obvious that Jackson didn’t need any words from Stiles to know exactly what he
was going through right now, and Stiles appreciated that. He was too tired of
talking or thinking about his current situations.
As soon as they got into the kitchen, two servants quickly moved around to help
them with some food. They sat at a small table and ate for a couple of minutes.
Jackson kept stealing glances to Stiles’ way, as if trying to read him. The boy
kept looking at his food not bothering with looking back even though he had
noticed him looking.
It was more of a skipped palpitation in his heart, which gave away the
proximity of the wolf’s presence rather than a sound or anything like that.
Derek entered the kitchen dripping in sweat due to the battle practice the
wolves were doing in the main courtyard. His steps were heavy because of the
heavy armor and, of course, his body in general. Stiles looked up once without
any restrain meeting Derek’s eyes and they both shared a quick and silent
greeting. The wolf had to pass behind the boy so he could get to the water
supply and as he did, he light brushed two fingers on the boy’s scalp.
Jackson noticed how Stiles didn’t even flinched and it was almost as if he had
been expecting it and it was something so very casual between them now. He
smiled but didn’t say anything else.
Derek left through the other small gate without doing or saying anything else
aside from getting water. He seemed in kind of a hurry to keep training.
Jackson asked Stiles to come with him to his chamber to get ready for dinner
with everyone else. The boy agreed.
Once inside Jackson’s place, he felt Stiles was ready now to start managing his
life so that his process of adapting to this new one could actually start and
have a happy future.
“Isaac and I can say that we know what you’ve been going through and what you
are going through, I have to tell you this again, because I know what I am
talking about with that I am about to say..” Jackson nervously trailed off.
Stiles was looking through the window, since it had a view of the wolves in
training including Derek. He turned around to look at Jackson. “Yes….?”
“Um. I know how much you missed your family and friend back home…Isaac told me
about your father. I…I just wanted to say that now, where you are at right now
with Derek, it is very possible you can see your father again, and see him
whenever you want too.” Jackson said excitedly.
Stiles kept looking at him, and he was just registering his father’s face in
his mind and a warm feeling embraced him at the idea of hugging him one more
time, when he had come to the conclusion that he was basically dead to him.
“Why now?…how, how would I be able to do that?.” Stiles asked with hope in his
eyes.
“Just ask him nicely. Why now?. You know why, you know you don’t see him like
you did a day ago or so. You don’t feel him the same way either. Things have
changed and you both know it. So now it’s the perfect time to ask for. He
knows…you both know, you will not try to leave him by choice, ever.” Jackson
said quickly.
Stiles didn’t want to address the facts he was hearing right at this moment, so
he opted not to.
“Thank you for telling me this. I will ask…tonight whenever I have the chance,
and I hope, that like you said, it’s this easy and I can see my father again.”
The boy answered while looking far into the almost evening sky.
Jackson smiled warmly and asked Stiles to accompany him to the market to get
Isaac a present of his birthday, which was the next day. Stiles agreed. They
had about an hour before the wolves finish their training and after that,
dinner was going to be served.
It was already early evening and the market was still kind of busy. Stiles felt
the warm summer air like a soft caress and he couldn’t stop having flashbacks
of every sweet interaction he had with father and his friends. The hope of
seeing them again, brought a smile to his face. That smile fade a little bit
when he imagined the wolf saying no this. He didn’t have control over that, no
matter how Jackson made him feel.
“I’m going to run to that green tent over there, it’s about to close, you can
wait for me here or come with me.” Jackson said while he was about to starting
running.
“I will wait here.” Stiles said, still deep in thought.
While Jackson was on his way to the tent, a dark skin man approached Stiles, a
couple of small potions in hand.
“Hey, boy. You reek of alpha, you know…they can be very dominating, they
actually are by nature. Everything they say is law and there is nothing anyone
can do to change that, not even their human mates can do it…” The man said
while looking at Stiles straight in the eye.
“Ah…I am fine.” Was all Stiles could answer. He was confused and didn’t know
what the man seemed to be selling.
“Take one of these potions; pay me later when it had worked on the desires of
your heart. Make the wolf do what you want. “ The man said while quickly
putting one of these potions made of oils inside of Stiles’ pocket.
The boy noticed this man didn’t have any tent or store. He was just a street
hustler and by the looks of it, also a homeless. Nevertheless, the idea of what
he was selling, right now, seemed extremely appealing to him, since he needed
the Derek to not say no to his requests later that night.
He didn’t fight when the man introduced this potion into his pocket and whit
that, he left, hiding through the crowds. The boy guessed he was selling black
magic oils, but he had heard they were as true and accurate as the tales of the
moon.
A couple of minutes after, Jackson was already next to him, present in hand and
ready to go to back.
 
When they got back it was already dark but not enough for dinner just yet.
“I am going to go fresh up a bit in my chamber and also get Scott, I am sure
the wolves are already back cleaning up. You should go find Derek…I am if you
want. I just know it could be something nice, to meet up and go to the table
together.” Jackson said, trying to mindlessly hide the present he had bought
for Isaac in case he walked by.
“Yeah, sure.” Stiles said with a smile.
They both parted ways and on his way to Derek’s chamber, Stiles was already
remembering everything that man had said at the market. He touched the small
potion bottle that was inside his pocket; he gave it a firm squeeze and was
starting to feel anxious about how to use it.
Once inside, he had already known on his way that the wolf wasn’t here. Again,
he was able to feel it somehow. He was glad nonetheless, because that meant he
had time to use the potion and know when the wolf would be coming back.
He stood in the middle of the big room and took out the small bottle. With
shaky hands he opened it, the oil had a clear color, and soon Stiles found it
didn’t have any odor, which was good since he figured the wolf wasn’t going to
be able to smell it on him either. The bottle had a small piece of paper
attached to the back that read “ANTI WOLF SMELL. POUR OVER BODY.”
Swallowing loudly, the boy thought this couldn’t hurt his cause, if he and the
wolf had formed a strong enough bond, then this was just a way of securing this
possibility of seeing his father just a little bit more. He was desperate it
was true. But he was just a son a teenage boy with the desire of seeing his
father again.
He poured some of the potion onto his right hand and proceeded to apply it on
his neck and arms. The amount was good enough to left him all covered on those
body parts. He hid the bottle inside his pocket once more. As soon as he did
it, he felt the electric pull on his heart that told him Derek was near.
He quickly jumped on the bed making it seen as if he had been taking a nap and
was waiting for him.
When the wolf entered, the first thing he looked at was at the boy. He didn’t
smile but his eyes did, he started to remove all of the armor and clean himself
up with one of the damn cloths in the room.
Stiles tried to look away, since removing the armor meant the wolf being
completely naked, he tried to also control his breathing and not give away his
nervousness, since there was something important he needed to ask.
He stood up from the bed and slowly walked to the wolf and stood next to him.
“Hello” Stiles said very quietly, only the wolf could have been able to hear
him.
Again, Derek didn’t say anything but only bent down a bit to lightly brush one
side of his face to one side of Stiles’ face as a way of greeting him.
Stiles didn’t do anything, but felt a warm sensation inside of his body and
heart, which made him confident enough in taking the cloth from the wolf’s
hands to start doing the cleaning on his body. He was nervous now, just
surprised at how natural doing this felt. Derek didn’t seem to mind either; he
was radiating calmness and contentment.
The boy started with his pecs, following his abs and torso, which were the only
parts left needing cleaning.
He gathered enough courage to ask what he was dying to ask.
“Would you let me go see my father soon?”. He asked while damping the cloth in
water, expecting a no for an answer.
There was a moment of silence, a dead silence that was killing the boy inside,
though he didn’t show it.
“Yes. We can soon.” Derek said in his usual deep voice. He then caressed the
back of Stiles’ head slowly, as if knowing how stressful this was for the boy.
Stiles closed his eyes and let out a breathe he didn’t know was holding, he was
so happy and excited he dropped the cloth and on his tiptoes to put his arms
around Derek’s neck, something he didn’t care that just a day ago he never saw
himself doing.
The wolf hugged back, covering his body completely and burying his nose on his
hair. He lifted the boy from his legs and wrapped them around his waist to walk
them both to the bed. Stiles was smiling and just thinking about seeing his
father so much that he didn’t notice when they were both already in bed and the
wolf kissing his neck.
The boy just slowly brushed his hands on the wolf’s arms and back. Happy with
both the answer and weirdly with what the wolf was doing to him.
He then noticed the kissing suddenly came to a stop, and was followed by him
being smelled by the wolf, from the back of his ears to his fingertips.
Derek put both hands next to Stiles’ head to balance himself on the bed and
roughly took the potion out of his pocket and threw it against the wall, the
glass breaking and makings a loud noise.
He didn’t need to say anything for Stiles to figure out everything. He had
found out about the potion somehow, which he had forgotten all about. Stupid.
He had been so stupid once again. He was so close to seeing his father again,
to going back home, maybe continuously and at the same time enjoy more of
Derek’s company and what that was doing to him, as crazy as it sounded.
Everything was gone now.
The boy could sense the wolf’s anger build up in his chest through a rumbling
sound.
“No, no, no. I… didn’t know, what it was, I am so sorry. I thought this could
help, I… was so scared you would say no… I am sorry, please, I am sorry.” He
pleaded while his eye watered and his hands reached Derek’s shoulders and went
down to his hands, still laying on the bed with the wolf looking at him dead in
the eyes, as if looking for the truth in them.
What happened next happened in a blur. He was manhandled on to the wolf’s lap,
pants and trousers off in a matter of seconds.
The first spank was hard and dry, sound and pain. The boy was crying at this
point.
“Stop, please, I am sorry, stop… please…” He begged while attempting to move
away from Derek, failing repeatedly.
“Never lie to me again. Never” came from the wolf along with a second smack,
followed by another and another, that left the boy breathless.
He then pulled the boy’s trousers and pants up again and positioned him
sideways on the bed. Stiles kept crying but lifted his head and body to see
what the wolf’s next movement was.
Derek started to get dressed, every movement done in a roughly manner. He went
for the door without looking back and that when the boy got out of the bed and
run towards him, seeing this as his last chance to plead his case.
“I am sorry, I will be good, I will never do this again… I am so sorry, please
Derek. Please.” The boy said with tears streaming down his face and a shaky
breathing pace, kneeling in front of the wolf and holding onto his left leg.
The wolf stood on his tracks right at the door and looked down to see the boy’s
eyes, as if this situation was as hard for him as it was for the Stiles. He
exhaled loudly and brushed his fingers through Stiles’ hair, while the boy had
stopped crying, he didn’t stop begging.
The wolf lightly pushed him aside and opened the door to leave, locking it
behind him. The boy tried to stop this but the wolf was too quick. He started
to hit the door with both of his hands, yelling and crying.
“Please Derek, come back, please, I am so sorry. Please, listen to me. Come
back, please.” He said while standing up and now kicking the door.
This went on for a long while, until he felt down to his knees again, holding
onto the door with one hand, head down, crying quietly and repeating to himself
“Stupid, so stupide”.
His arms and legs hurt too much and so he lay next to the door, hopeless and
tired of crying and yelling he fell asleep.
 
Some hours later, Derek came back to the chamber, lightly pushing the door,
knowing Stiles was right at the opening. He opened it enough for him to get it
and slowly closed it. He looked at Stiles curled on his own body in a fetal
position on the floor, tear marks on his cheeks, and felt his heart constrict.
He knew he could have just left him there after the found the potion. He knew
it wasn’t all Stiles’ fault, since those vendors are persecuted and killed in
the Capitol, exactly because of this. Everything they sell is black magic,
which is against al werewolf culture, and it only brings problems to naïve
humans and their wolf partners, because it makes them lie. But Stiles needed to
learn this way, so that it wouldn’t happen again. He didn’t plan on solving
every problem like this, which was the way almost every wolf did it, since it
was part of their behavior. But his instinct told him Stiles needed this,
especially now that they were both getting close to each other.
He carried the boy in his arms and turning off the candles, he took both of
them to bed. He positioned Stiles’ back close to his now naked chest and could
hear the boy slowly waking up and noticing his surroundings. He didn’t move but
started to skip some breathes since he had started crying quietly again, his
chest rising and falling quickly even with Derek’s arms enveloping them.
He tried to shush him, and caressed his chest and head. The boy wasn’t scared
or angry. He was just upset and sad hiding his face on the pillow.
“I am taking you to your father tomorrow, and all the days you want.” The wolf
said quietly and in the dark to the boy’s right ear, nipping at his earlobe
possessively.
Stiles stopped his sobbing so he could hear well. He didn’t say anything, but
he had immediately calmed down at Derek’s words and mostly, reaction, since he
didn’t seem truly angry at him.
The most important thing registering was the fact that he was allowed to see
his father whenever he wanted to. He felt stupid for believing all this time
that his life had ended, when it looked like it had begun.
With a few small whimpers from the boy, the wolf gripped him tighter from his
belly and chest, finally saying “Sleep now.”
The boy smiled a little bit and did.
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