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works/460474.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Pool!sex, discussions_of_knotting, this_is_what_happens_when_you_make_me
      videos, PWP, Loss_of_Virginity, Blowjobs, Rutting, Unsafe_Sex, Semi-
      Public_Sex, Jealous_Derek_Hale, Alpha_Derek
  Series:
      Part 1 of What_the_Water_Gave_Me
  Collections:
      Kink_Bingo_2012_(Round_Five)
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-15 Words: 6278
****** What the Water Gave Me ******
by 1lostone
Summary
     Stiles takes a swim at night.Alone.
     Stiles is 17 in this fic. Marked as underage just in case.
Notes
     For redhoodiestiles on tumblr. I requested that she make me a video,
     and SHE DID. So thanks, bb. I linked her amazingness at the bottom of
     the fic, but seriously, everyone needs to go give her love because
     it's the funniest damn thing I've ever seen. Beta'd byjlm121 and
     diva0789, but any mistakes are mine. :)
     Additionally, this fills my wet/water and virginity spots on my kink
     bingo card! Warnings for semi-public sex, discussions of knotting,
     PWP, etc.
See the end of the work for more notes
Being underwater was kind of nice. Stiles didn’t really do the swimming thing
very often, but sometimes, it was a good way to just relax, to let exercise
burn off everything that was making his mind ping off in ten different
directions at once. He wasn’t Michael Phelps or anything. Sure, he thought he
could swim pretty well- his mom had made sure he went to the YMCA swim coaches
when he was a kid- but he knew his style was more ‘desperate water buffalo’
than ‘graceful swan.’
But it got the job done. Just ask Derek. Stiles had managed to keep his heavy
ass afloat, hadn’t he?

Stiles liked the way he was just slightly out of breath. He liked the way his
shoulders burned a little from the repetitive motion, the way the water slid
against his body, the slight bite of cool air that sent almost-goosebumps
blooming onto his skin before he turned to go back under water. He’d never
quite got the trick of breathing on each up part of the breaststroke, so his
gasps were loud in the quiet night.

He didn’t swim here often. Mr. Jenkins usually spent the September evenings out
on his back patio, staring up at the stars. Scott swore that the old guy toked
up every time, but Stiles really thought that he just liked the quiet and the
outside. But, and Stiles had to grin at this, the best part about having the
Sheriff for a father is that people tended to trust you. And, when people
tended to trust you, you got wicked easy jobs house-sitting while nice old
neighbors go to visit their grandkids in Poughkeepsie.

Stiles liked it here. The dark of the night was.. soothing, when there wasn’t
some supernatural shitstorm of some sort just waiting to happen. The party next
door was a little annoying though. Stiles didn’t have anything against fun or
anything, but he was kind of hoping for the peace and quiet. Not the sound of
music and laughter just over Mr. Jenkins’s low wall. He tried not to feel
jealous that someone else was having a party that he wasn’t invited to. Failed.

“I never thought I’d see you in water again.”

It was only luck that Stiles didn’t jump at the low voice. He gasped, choking a
little on water as he whirled as best he could in the heavy water. One of the
shadows near the back gate detached itself from the other shadows and walked
forward, bootheels tapping out on the pool concrete.

“Yeah, well. I got nostalgic.”

“Nostalgic? For treading water for two hours?” Derek’s voice was pitched low
enough that Stiles could hear it over his swimming, but not so loud that anyone
on the other side of the wall would notice. Someone named Shelley was asking
her friend if it was too slutty to hook up with someone in a party bathroom. In
the dark night it sounded like they were right there in front of Stiles, but he
knew that they were several feet away. The wall was low enough that if they
looked over in this direction, they would see him swimming in the dark pool.
The moon reflected that much.

The sound of a zipper was loud as fuck, though.

Stiles swam a little further towards the shallow end so that he could stand up
without looking like an idiot, trying to balance on the tip top of his big toe,
then thought better about going towards the man stripping off in front of him,
and pushed backwards back towards the deep end. “Feel like a swim?” His whisper
was sarcastic.

“Maybe.” The moon shifted behind the clouds. Stiles dove under water, swimming
the rest of the way towards the deep end, coming up for air, then turning
around and swimming back towards the shallow end where Derek lurked.

What the fuck was it with that guy? Okay, so Scott had agreed to be pack, or
whatever and suddenly Derek was just there. Stiles caught a glimpse of black
leather while he and his dad were at the grocery store. He saw Derek’s car when
he was driving to school. Once, he’d even thought he’d smelled Derek in the
locker room after coach had made him stay after to clean up all the equipment
that his ass on the bench wasn’t busy actually using. It was infuriating.
Stiles thought he should be grateful that at least Derek had put a halt on the
creeping from his bedroom thing he’d had going on for awhile, but he couldn’t
get away!

He steadfastly ignored the fact that he actually had no desire to get away and
continued to swim under water. Stiles could hear the muted underwater sound of
Derek sliding into the pool, and that just pissed him off more. Stiles’ lungs
were burning a little as he pushed himself, kicking his legs harder. Swimming
always made him feel like a wuss. He wasn’t out of shape, but being in the
water pushed his breathing, stretched his endurance. Stiles saw the dark shape
of Derek standing and rudely shoved him with his shoulder as he touched the
wall, coming up for air with a gasp. Stiles turned and dove back under,
swimming towards the deep end again.

He could hear Derek’s low ‘oomph’as he kicked water into his face, and Stiles
grinned to himself. Stiles did another lap, but this time when he tried to swim
by Derek, Derek was just there between him and the edge of the pool, his hands
closing around Stiles’ biceps. He yanked Stiles up with one sharp tug, ignoring
the fountain of water that splashed over him.

“Jesus! What?” Stiles knew his gasp was unattractive, his mouth just lagging
open as he gaped up at Derek’s face, but it wasn’t like he could help it. He
knew that werewolves were incredibly quick, but still, seeing it shocked him
every single time.

“Why. didn’t. you. tell. me?” Derek’s voice was low, each word like a weapon,
low with fury. Stiles’ eyes widened at the low flash of red in Derek’s eyes,
and he realized all at once that Derek, for whatever reason, was really,
reallypissed.

Stiles’ legs kicked involuntarily, and his foot brushed against Derek’s naked
leg. Derek was holding him so that Stiles was in front in the shallower end of
the pool, Derek’s back braced against the edge. Stiles shivered a little as the
chilly night air hit his wet body. He brought his hands up to Derek’s
shoulders, needing the illusion of balance. Derek swung him, lifting so that
Stiles’ ass bumped against the hard surface of the pool deck. Stiles knew he
was gaping again, but he couldn’t seem to help it as Derek stepped into the vee
of Stiles’ legs, dripping all over him. He let go of Derek’s shoulders as
though he had been burned. Stiles licked his lips, tasting the chlorine,
knowing that his heart rate had just kicked up, trying not to think about the
fact that Derek could hear it.

The sound of high-pitched, drunken laughter caused Stiles to jump. Derek’s
hands sliding from his biceps around to his back caused him to jump again, then
blush as his inner thigh rubbed against the trunk of Derek’s body. He was
horribly aware of the strip of skin touching Derek’s ribs, inhumanly hot
against his own cooler skin.

Stiles swallowed, his throat completely dry. As though it had happened hours
ago, Stiles realized that Derek had asked him something. “Wh-what?” His whisper
seemed as loud as a gunshot to him. The sounds of the party had faded to muted
background noise. Derek was way too close, his hands dropping from Stiles’ back
to the concrete on either side of Stiles’ ass, caging him in. From this angle,
Stiles was a little taller than Derek, and knew he had to be staring down at
him like a complete idiot, but this had come so far out of left field that
Stiles didn’t know what the hell else he was supposed to do.

“Last week. You didn’t tell me.”

His growl caused things low in Stiles’ body to tighten and he felt his cock
twitch behind his soaking swimming trunks. Stiles lunged away, trying to move
before Derek killed him for his stupid teenage body’s reactions, but before he
could, Derek’s hands were on his lower back, fingers slotting over the bumps in
his spine, keeping him from moving away.

“Before that, it was the mechanic. Before that, Jackson, at practice.” Stiles
felt Derek’s fingernails bleed to claws and he knew his own eyes had to be
about ready to fall out of his head. He froze, afraid to move. Derek looked up
at him briefly before ducking his head again, jaw jutting out as he stared down
at Stiles’ knee. “Before that, my uncle.”

Stiles could only stare. Derek’s claws moved very, very lightly against his
skin. Not hurting him, but he felt like every nerve ending he had was in his
lower back, feeling the restrained menace in Derek’s almost idle-seeming
movement. Stiles shivered again at the cooler air. He felt his cock thicken,
felt himself getting hard and shut his eyes, completely humiliated.
Stiles didn’t actually know how his body or brain function was working. It felt
like all of the blood in his body was in his face or in his cock. He arched
back, the muscles under his skin trembling as he tried to keep Derek from
noticing. Stiles’ eyes shut, embarrassment like a punch to the gut.

“I don’t like it when you’re hurt.” Derek took the last step forward so that
Stiles’ legs were around either side of Derek’s chest. The bulk of his muscular
torso actually stretched Stiles’ legs open, causing the skin not covered by his
trunks to scrape slightly against the rough concrete of the pool’s deck. “I
like it even less when you keep trying to get away from me.”

Stiles’ eyes popped open. There was no way Derek couldn’t feel his dick with
the way he was pressed against up him. Derek’s eyes flashed and Stiles couldn’t
help the full body shiver when Derek rubbed his stubbled cheek against his
thigh, his nose sliding against the fabric of his trunks, the lightest of
pressure against the bulge of Stiles’ dick where it was trapped in the netting
on the inside of his trunks.

“I. Der--.”

In another blur of movement, Derek had moved away, his hands at his sides.
Stiles didn’t know what expression was on his own face, but Derek looked like
he had been punched, then his expression went very, very carefully blank.
“Sorry. I thought for a minute....” He shook his head. “Never mind.” He turned
and in the moonlight Stiles could see that the underwear he’d worn into the
pool had dipped low on his waist. Derek’s body cut through the water like it
was made for it, swimming to the end of the pool and half-way back before
Stiles could make himself move.

What the fuck had just happened?
“What the fuck just happened? Derek, stop a second.” Stiles jumped back into
the water with a splash, forgetting to keep his voice down. The sensation of
his dick floating in the water was kind of weird, but he could ignore it for
now. It was Derek’s turn to swim by Stiles, completely ignoring him.
Stiles wasn’t stupid. His brain slowly caught up to what Derek had said, what
he had done, and how he had reacted now. As he so often did, Stiles reacted
without thinking all the way through, leaping through the water and landing on
Derek’s back, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around Derek’s
hips when the other man flailed a little in shock.

“Wait a second. Wait just a damn second. Did you just come on to me?” Stiles
sounded shocked. And delighted. Shocklited.

“I guess I’m out of practice if you have to ask.”

“Can we go back to the nuzzling thing? I liked the nuzzling thing. But this is
good too. You’re like a really muscley dolphin.”

Derek snorted, taking a few more strokes into the darker part of the water,
where there was a seat built into the side of the pool, Stiles biting his lip
at the sensation of him pressing up against Derek’s back. Derek manhandled him
so that Stiles was sitting on his lap, his knees to either side of Derek’s
hips. “I thought you didn’t want me.”

“Well, you have to give me a little bit of a break here. I went from thinking
you were going to kill me to realizing you wanted to... uh. wanted me. It took
me a minute for my brain to catch up.” Stiles stared down at the werewolf, not
sure if he was allowed to touch or not. “It’s not like I’ve done this before.”

“Done... ‘this’?”

“Hooked up with someone in a pool. Or anyone really. “ Stiles’ whole body
arched when Derek casually cupped Stiles’ dick, trapped as it was in his
swimming trunks.
“Ohmigod. Oh mygod, there are people just over there.”

“I know. But you can be quiet, right?”

Stiles bit his lip. It wasn’t like he wanted wine or flowers or whatever, but
it seemed to them that they had skipped a few steps here. All at once he felt
nervous, and a little humiliated that he had literally thrown himself at Derek.
He felt out of his depth. He didn’t have super cool werewolf powers. He wasn’t
exactly friends with Derek. Hell, the rest of his pack barely tolerated him. It
was pretty clear that he was only allowed to hang with Erica and Boyd and Isaac
because Scott insisted. He really was the Robin in this situation, only now
Batman had finally decided that he wanted to give Stiles his attention.

“I.. uh.”

“Stiles. This doesn’t have to mean anything. I love when I can smell your body
reacting to me.” Derek’s hand tightened a little, sliding down to Stiles’
thigh, then over to his hip and up across his back again. Stiles blushed when
he realized that Derek was petting him, trying to calm him. “You want me to
back off, I back off. I know that I’m not good with... Talking.” Derek peeked
up at him from under his lashes, a tiny smirk on his lips. “But I am... really
good at this.”

Stiles couldn’t help the way his hips nudged into Derek’s body, his skin
actually tingling under Derek’s touch.
I thought you didn’t like me.” If Stiles could, he would have slapped himself
in the face. Wow, so not what he wanted to blurt out.

“Sometimes... I don’t. I don’t like when you don’t listen. I don’t like when
you throw yourself in the middle of something. I really, really don’t like it
when you’re hurt protecting my pack.” Derek’s low voice caused Stiles to lean
forward, as though he were afraid that he’d miss something. Stiles blinked.
Derek’s other hand came up to cup his hips, playing with the waistband, sliding
a thick finger under the small barrier, tracing the protuberance of Stiles’ hip
bone.

“Oh...” The sigh was the mere breath of sound. “You’re sure it’s not weird that
you have, like all this experience? And oh my god I wish I could shut up but
this is like being in my very own porn and it’s a little sur-mmmmph.”

Derek kissed like he did everything else. His fingers tightened on Stiles’
hips, his mouth brushing over Stiles’ lips, pressing until Stiles shut up. He
gave an approving groan when Stiles tentatively kissed back, a little
overwhelmed at the click of teeth before Derek changed the angle, slowly
licking into his mouth. Stiles let his body fall onto Derek’s, his own hands
back on the thick width of Derek’s shoulders, hanging on as they kissed.

He didn’t realize that he was grinding down onto Derek until Derek picked him
up, pulling off of his mouth with a low growl, pressing their foreheads
together as he sucked in breath. Stiles’ lips felt sore, oversensitized from
the press of Derek’s mouth and the scrape of stubble. Holy fucking shit. Now
that was a first kiss. Stiles hoped he hadn’t sucked at it, then when Stiles
turned his head to kiss at Derek’s jaw, figured he was doing pretty well by the
way Derek’s whole body trembled with the low, dark groan in the back of his
throat.

There was a bark of drunken laughter and Stiles froze then backed off with a
jerk, his eyes widening. Derek settled back against the side of the pool,
raising one finger over his lips. Stiles nodded frantically, wincing inwardly
at the thought of just who exactly was on duty right now if someone from the
party called in suspicious activity at Mr. Jenkins’ house.

“So I told him. I told him if he didn’t shut the fuck up then I was out of
there! It was hilarious!” The same high pitched giggle from before made Derek
wince.

“Oh, shut up! You did not!”

“I so did. Here, you can totes watch it on my phone!”

Derek rolled his eyes, and that made Stiles laugh, a low hiccup of sound.
Derek’s eyes narrowed and his hand came up to cover Stiles’ mouth, which just
made him laugh harder. Short little gasps and chuffs of sound made it out from
behind Derek’s hand, but Stiles had never been someone who could stop laughing
once he started, and sadly for his soon-to-be-shortened sex life, it looked
like he couldn’t stop this time, either.

“Oh wow. That’s like.. I can’t even believe that. You should post that!”

The smug girl laughed again. “Oh done. He’s gonna regret that he ever thought
he could play beer pong with a blindfold.”

Stiles was still snickering silently as he slid his hand down Derek’s shoulder,
down over his pec, scraping his fingernail over the nub of Derek’s nipple.

Derek’s eyes narrowed. It was so ridiculous. They were only a few feet away
from the two drunken girls on the other side of the wall. Sure it was dark in
this part of the pool, but all they’d have to do is look over. Stiles used his
other hand on Derek’s shoulder to push himself down onto Derek’s lap, grinding
his ass down onto Derek’s thighs. Stiles’ laugh turned into a moan when he felt
the bulge of Derek’s dick behind his wet underwear. Derek’s hand tightened
painfully over Stiles’ mouth for just a split second.

Derek let go of Stiles’ mouth with his left hand, cupping Stiles’ ass instead.
He waited for a second, and Stiles snorted behind Derek’s other hand when he
realized that this was some kind of game of sex chicken, like Derek didn’t want
to do anything that might spook Stiles.
Oh.
Oh, of course.
It was kind of sweet, actually. Stiles was the same age that Derek was when
Kate had fucked with him. Obviously Derek didn’t want this to be case of
history repeating itself.

Stiles pulled away, and watched as Derek’s face shut completely down again, his
hand jerking off of Stiles’ ass. Derek moved both hands, fisting them by his
sides, like he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of
Stiles if he didn’t force himself to let go.

Stiles floated there with his hands hot on Derek’s knees, biting his lip. “So
it occurs to me that I might be sending a couple of mixed signals here.” He
kept his voice barely above a whisper, knowing that Derek would hear him. “You
said that this doesn’t have to mean anything, right?” Stiles thought that he
would just keep the little fact that he might just want it to mean more under
wraps. It would really suck to be all clingy. Derek probably had people
flinging themselves at him all the time. Anyone who looked like him would.
Stiles could be cool about this. He could.

Derek nodded, still staring down at his lap. Stiles followed his gaze. The moon
was still behind clouds, but he could see the dark material of Derek’s
underwear stretched obscenely over his thighs, the water obscuring the
thickness of his cock. Stiles could still feel the memory of it though, hot and
hard when he had pressed himself down onto it.

Stiles slowly moved his hands up Derek’s thighs, his mouth going dry, still a
little freaked out that he was allowed. “So this is okay?”

Derek just raised an eyebrow, moving his arms so they were stretched out on the
edges of the pool. His teeth gleamed in the moonlight an Stiles tried to keep
his nerves shoved way down deep. Stiles darted a nervous glance over to the
wall, where the party was still going strong and moved a little closer so that
he was balanced on the step with elbows as he leaned over Derek, tugging off
the tight underwear.

Derek just made room for him, opening his knees in an almost reversal of their
earlier position. Stiles had to stifle a nervous laugh as the wet underwear
made a loud slap when he tossed them next to Derek onto the deck, then had to
roll his eyes at himself. All he needed was a red flashing neon sign that
pointed to the virgin, and he’d be set.

Stiles took a deep breath, catching a quick glimpse of Derek’s eyebrows jacked
up in shock before Stiles dove underwater, opening his mouth over the head of
Derek’s cock. He tightened his lips, feeling like he should probably be able to
get more in his mouth, but it wasn’t as easy to get down a lot further without
drowning himself. Stiles swallowed the water in his mouth, giving an
experimental suck and okay. So that’s what cock tasted like.

Chlorine.

Stiles used Derek’s thighs to push himself up above the water, sucking in a
deep breath as his face broke the surface. He began to lose his nervousness as
he saw the way Derek stared at him, like he couldn’t believe what Stiles was
doing. Huh.Stiles took another deep breath and dove back down, trying to slide
more in his mouth. Derek’s dick was thick enough that Stiles was a little
nervous about his teeth as he went down, making it another two inches before
having to stop. He moved his tongue this time, licking around everything he
could reach before his lungs began to burn. Stiles kept under another few
seconds until he was starting to see spots behind his closed eyes. Derek yanked
him up with his hands under Stiles’ armpits, his mouth crashing down on his
again and Stiles still couldn’t catch his breath. His own cock bumped against
Derek’s and Stiles moaned into the kiss, half-afraid he’d just come all over
himself.

Stiles broke away to suck air into his lungs, and knew that he probably looked
a little goofy with the smirk on his face, but he couldn’t help it. “All that
porn I watched made deep throating look a lot easier. I can’t even get all the
way down.”

Okay maybe that wasn’t as quiet as it probably should have been by the way
Derek’s hands pressed Stiles to him, molding their bodies together so that
there wasn’t even room for water to come between them as they kissed. Stiles
squirmed in Derek’s hold, pulling away again. Derek huffed out a breath like
Stiles was killing him or something, and Stiles dropped back down into the
water. This time he used his hand, tightening his fingers over what he couldn’t
fit into his mouth, tightening and moving his fist down to the base. Derek was
really thick at the base of his cock, and Stiles wished that he could see a
little better as he licked and sucked on the head, trying to feed himself a
little more each time. He could taste Derek’s precome now and it made
everything seem just that more intense.

This time when Derek pulled him up Stiles fought him a little, keeping his hand
on Derek’s cock. He could feel ... well. Something. It was almost like the very
base of Derek’s dick had gotten harder. Thicker, like there was more there than
what there should be. He’d been so focused on Derek that the party next door
could have done a conga line around the pool and he wouldn’t have noticed. But
this? This was worth mentioning.

“Uh...”

Derek grabbed Stiles’ hands and held them to his chest, his jaw jutting out as
he sucked in a breath, like he’d been the one under water. “Just.. Just give me
a sec.”

Yeah, right. Did Derek not know him at all?

Stiles jumped again when he heard what sounded like an entire gaggle of girls
this time, their laughter just downright annoying. It kept taking him out of
what was happening, and frankly as a soundtrack it sucked.

“--- Hale? I think it was. I don’t know how Jenna knows him, but I swear that I
saw him here a few minutes ago.”

“No way!” The shock in the girl’s voice was more in tune with the second coming
of Christ than spotting one grouchy, brooding guy at a party. But Stiles could
relate. He raised both eyebrows, staring at Derek, biting his own lip to keep
from saying anything.

“Yeah. I’ve been looking for him everywherebut it’s like he just up and
disappeared.” The girl sounded pouty.

Stiles had to quell the urge to fist pump the air, because hey. Their loss and
all. Stiles moved so that he was on Derek’s lap again, rubbing against him. He
pulled at his hands, but Derek held him solidly enough that Stiles knew there
was no way he was going to get away if Derek didn’t want him to. Stiles
narrowed his eyes, leaning forward. He kept his voice soft as he realized what
it was that Derek was needing a minute for.

Even after enough alcohol for both he and Scott not to be completely scarred
for life, Stiles didn’t know how they’d gotten through the conversation without
Stiles jumping out of a window. Scott had taken a page out of Derek’s book and
had shown up at Stiles window one night, still reeking of sex. Even Stiles had
been able to smell it, and Jesus fuck that really wasn’t something he needed to
know about Allison, ever. Scott had been close to terrified, freaking out,
babbling something about freaky werewolf junk. Then had come the alcohol. A
lotof alcohol. Sixteen-year old werewolves burnt off alcohol at an extremely
quick pace. Sixteen-year old humans... not so much. Then had come the
explanations and the questions and for Stiles... the curiosity.

Now, though, Stiles couldn’t help the way his throat dried out, or the
roughness of his whisper as he spoke. “I wanna see.” He did. There was a level
of awkwardness when your best friend talked about a giant knot on the base of
his dick that involved lines not being crossed, no matter how much you wanted
to see that crazy shit. But with Derek? All the curiosity from before was like
a low-grade electrical current just under Stiles’ skin. “Scott said that it was
really sensitive. That’s your knot, right? Does it hurt?”

Derek groaned and shivered a little when Stiles purposely moved his legs so
that his knee brushed against Derek’s cock, pressing a little. His grip
loosened and Stiles jerked his hand away, wrapping it around him again and
stroking, knowing that he was pushing and completely on board with seeing what
would happen. If he could push Derek.
“Derek,” Stiles knew he was whining a little. He moved so that he was
whispering right into Derek’s ear. “Please, Derek. I wanna see it.”

Derek’s muttered, “Fuck.” made Stiles grin, then gasp when Derek moved again,
so quickly that it made Stiles flail a little still on his lap. Derek stood and
sat down on the pool deck, letting go of Stiles so that he was kneeling on the
step, his hand still wrapped around Derek’s dick. Derek just leaned back with
his hands stretched a little bit behind him, cockily spreading his legs for
Stiles to maneuver in-between them again.

“Well? Go on then. What else did he tell you?” Derek sounded both like he was
daring Stiles and pissed off that Scott had said anything. Stiles bit his lip
and let go, taking a good look at the way Derek’s cock curved up towards his
stomach. It was long, and thick, and... Jesus.

“Uhm. Just that. Sometimes it was hard not to lock him and Allison together.”

Stiles let his fingers stroke down the shaft, over Derek’s balls, staring at
the way the base got slightly thicker. It didn’t look like what Scott had
described though.

Derek’s laugh sounded wrecked. “It’s to breed, Stiles. It gets... bigger.”

Stiles bit his lip, stifling a really, really inappropriate laugh from the part
of him that was forever twelve years old. Derek seemed to sense what Stiles was
feeling because he flicked him on the ear. “Can you.. knot if you’re not inside
of someone? I’m not saying that I have...y’know... buyer’s remorse or anything,
but what if you... knotted me?”

Stiles felt it when every muscle in Derek’s body tightened at once. He kept his
gaze down, knowing that his expression would give away exactly what he was
doing. Stiles bent forward again, following the trickle of precome with the
very tip of his tongue. He moved, wincing when his own dick brushed the side of
the pool. Stiles lipped at the head of Derek's thick cock again, slowly
breathing on the tip, then going back down onto Derek’s cock. He couldn’t help
the moan at the taste, the feel of actually having Derek in his mouth. He felt
petrified and powerful that he could do this, that he could make Derek tremble
underneath him.

Stiles went deeper, stopping for a second to pull off and breathe. He heard the
scrape of Derek’s claws on the concrete and his eyes widened. He looked up at
Derek’s face, his mouth still bruised and red, shiny with his spit and Derek’s
precome. He didn’t flinch when Derek’s fingers stroked down his cheek, his
mouth still open. Stiles turned his neck a little, pressing just a tiny bit
into the curved claws and Derek’s eyes widened, his hand disappearing from
Stiles’ face as if by magic.

“C’mon Derek....” Derek’s hips jerked when Stiles whispered his name, another
spurt of precome sliding out of the slit and down the shaft of Derek’s cock.
“Please?”

“Jesus, fuck. Fine. Fine. But you have to pull off when I tell you, or I might
break your jaw. Now shut the fuck up and get back down here.” Stiles felt the
Derek’s fingers pressing on his neck, and it was his turn to shiver. His own
cock felt like it was pulsing, so fucking hard that Stiles had to stop himself
from just humping the side of the pool. He wanted to come, but no way was he
going to miss the chance to have Derek touch him.

He bent over Derek and started to suck, his fingers tightening around what he
couldn’t get in his mouth. Derek’s hand moved to his, pressing it down further
onto the base of his cock, their fingers tangling together. Stiles heard
himself moaning and he tried bobbing his head, getting the trick of breathing
and going back down. Stiles lightly scratched his fingernail over the
thickening knot, jerking off of Derek’s dick when doing so caused a huge amount
of precome to flood his mouth, and Stiles found himself moaning, bracing one
hand against Derek’s thigh and the other tightening around the thick base of
Derek’s cock, sucking to get more.

Stiles had one second of shock when he realized that his thumb and fingers
weren’t meeting anymore before Derek growled his name: a warning. He jerked his
mouth off Derek’s cock, eyes wide as the first spurt of come hit his chin.
Stiles hissed as Derek’s fingers moved with his, both of them sliding their
hands over him. Stiles leaned down again, gaze jerking from the thick, white
spurts as Derek continued to come, sucking at the head of Derek’s cock so that
he shot into Stiles’ throat. Stiles didn’t know if that was normal, if all
werewolves just had that much come, or if it was because of the knot or what,
but he couldn’t keep himself from licking over it, sucking kisses onto the vein
under the ridge, smearing it all over his face as he moved down to where his
and Derek’s fingers were still squeezing the thick, almost round base of
Derek’s cock. Stiles licked at it, kissed it then pressed open-mouthed, sucking
kisses over the skin there until Derek pushed him away, curling up a little,
still coming.

Stiles panted against the inside of Derek’s knee,reaching into his swimming
trunks with a garbled shout, barely muffled by Derek’s skin. He hardly noticed
when Derek lifted him out of the water, yanking off Stiles’ trunks with a
grunt. One minute he was bobbing in the water, trying to get his hand around
his dick, and the next Derek had him arranged so that Stiles was on top of him,
his cock pressed into Derek’s stomach. Derek was still hard and Stiles felt
kind of slutty as he shifted so that Derek bumped up between his thighs, the
head of Derek’s cock sliding slickly over Stiles’ balls, bumping against the
cleft between his ass.

“I can’t be inside you, not without spending hours with my fingers buried deep
in you, but Jesus, Stiles you feel so fucking good like this.”

Stiles gasped on a strangled moan, realizing that the slickness he felt against
his own dick was from Derek coming on himself. Derek’s hands came up to cup his
ass, pressing Stiles into his body, his finger sliding over the wrinkled pucker
of Stiles’ hole. Derek reached up, stretching his neck slightly so that he
could bite at Stiles’ lips, his hands pushing Stiles up his body so that they
could kiss.

Stiles couldn’t decide what felt better: Derek’s hands on his ass, the one
finger sliding over him just barely pressing against his hole, the thickness of
Derek’s cock as he thrust into the space between Stiles’ thighs, the friction
from Derek’s abs as Stiles slid against him, or the way Derek’s mouth fed
against him like he owned him, licking into his mouth, sliding against Stiles’
teeth, their tongues tangling together as Stiles moaned, loving that he could
only take whatever Derek wanted to do to him.

When he finally came it was with a muffled scream, his lips pressed against
Derek’s as he shuddered and jerked on top of him, rutting his hips as best he
could with the limited movement Derek would let him have.

“Holy...” Stiles trailed off with a moan as Derek flexed fingers, spreading his
cheeks a little further apart. Derek moved one hand reaching to get some of the
mess still on Stiles’ face before sliding the slick finger against Stiles’
entrance, pressing just so that the tip slid inside.

“I’m going to have this too, you know.”

Stiles wasn’t sure if his cock could actually jerk after coming that hard, but
his whole body shivered.

Derek sighed, moving as though Stiles’ weight flopped on top of him was
negligible, sliding into the warm water, keeping Stiles pressed to him as he
resumed his spot on the step, His dick still hard between them.

“Uh. How long until it goes away?”

Derek just stretched, kissing at Stiles’ jaw, sliding his cheek against him.
“Depends. If I were inside of you, we’d be tied together for... hm. Maybe an
hour. I don’t actually know.”

“Oh.”

Derek froze seconds before Stiles heard the screech of brakes, the red and blue
lights making it pretty obvious who was there.

“Oh my god, seriously?!”

He heard the snort of Derek’s laugh before he moved, quickly pushing Stiles
into the water. By the time Stiles surfaced, Derek was zipping up his jeans
with a wince, giving Stiles a really dirty look. He scooped up his shirt,
grabbed his boots and vaulted over the wall almost before Stiles could blink.

A little belatedly, Stiles realized that he was buck naked in his dad’s
friend’s pool. Euuuugh.

He dove for his trunks just as the beam from the flashlight cut across the deck
of the pool. Stiles was able to get his feet in the trunks, nonchalantly
swimming while wiggling them into place.

“Stiles!”

He turned, the picture of innocence. “Oh, hi dad.”

“I got a call of ... disturbing the peace.”

“That’s weird. I’m just here. You know... swimming. Alone. Enjoying the night.
Nothing to see here.”

Stiles’ dad stood two feet from where he had sucked Derek Hale off, flashlight
slowly moving from his son’s face to the crumpled up underwear still lying in a
wet heap next to the edge of the pool.

“Uh-huh. Alone....? You sure about that? ‘Cuz I’m pretty sure you’ve been
wearing boxers since you were out of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Underoos.”

Stiles considered drowning himself.... but only for a few seconds.



The end!

(There WILL be a part two to this, don’t worry. :D)
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You'll know them. My voice will infect yours and your voice will
know what to do."
Stiles nodded, still high on adrenaline from making the wave and now eager and
anxious to see what his voice could do.
Oh, what luck if it were Peter's ship. He was beside himself with the very
idea. Having his vengeance so close at hand, and if it wasn't he would do as
Erica and Allison had done. Sing down every ship till he found the one he was
looking for, and then sing down more out of spite.
It truly shook Stiles sometimes how eager he was for all this. He had always
had slightly questionable morals, but he still considered himself a good
person. He knew the world was not divided into simply right and wrong or black
and white. There were shades of gray. Sometimes to do the right thing you had
to do the wrong thing, and sometimes the wrong thing could be right if done for
the right reasons. He had never been the kind to revel in suffering and pain.
He had never know blood lust and it frightened him, but then he remembered what
Peter had done to him. What had been done to Allison, Erica and Lydia and maybe
even countless others? How many creatures like the, swam the seas who once had
mortal lives that had been stolen from them by the cruelty of men.
Lydia had said once that sirens were one of the many reason men feared the
seas. Good men had nothing to fear from their song. Good men and women could
and would be saved. Children spared. Only those foul men like Peter; only they
had anything to fear from siren infested waters; where pale dead things with
blazing eyes and husky voices sang out on the wind from high jagged rocks.
There was a flash of gold in the waters and through the misty sea fog Stiles
could make out the shape of large white sails. How he had wanted them to blood
red, but white would do just as well on his first try. He would practice and
perfect his song and wait until the day that he saw red sails.
Erica was swimming alongside the ship, treading water on her back like a
dolphin cooing and humming to the bevy of men aboard the ship. Allison took her
place just below Stiles; tail draped into the water. Lydia sat on a ledge of
rocks slightly higher than him and soon Erica would join them beside Allison.
"A little closer. Come on Erica stop playing with them." Allison said with a
smirk. Her features looked sharper, more dangerous now.
Erica dived below the waves and swam to their rocky seats drawing the eyes of
the sailors who whooped and hollered at the sight of more beautiful creatures.
The air was thick with their stink. The catcalls and suggestions shouted out at
them made his insides churn but he left the flirty look on his face as he had
been taught to do. then Lydia began to sing
*Deep beneath the oceans of pride and all ambition
lie the fears you have always known
Storms will fade given time
as the nightmares take flight
you need not suffer them alone.
Lydia sang out her voice clear as crystal, but tangible like fog and magic
spilling from her mouth. Stiles knew the next verse and for a moment he
believed it was as Lydia had said. It was eager and sure. It wanted to sing
along but deep down Stiles felt the song was familiar, something from dark
thunder filled nights and warm embraces. of honey colored eyes staring into
smaller honey colored eyes. Some of the verses were different, but Stiles knew
this song.
"If you should be lead astray
may the warm light of day
gracefully guide your way home
stiles sang, his voice complimenting Lydia's in a soft deep tenor. The water
shivered under the caress of his song as he made it as soft and promising as he
could. Wrapping the heated anger and hatred in the downy warmth of promise.
Lydia smiled and sang on.
`With one single song
~we can right all that has been wronged~
`but trust us when we say
~you'll never miss the light of day
`Come linger in our embrace
~come hold us in your embrace
`you need fear not any curse
~hearken now to our words
Alison and Erica sang back and forth, their song twinning and winding around
each other. Holding the last note high and long for Stiles to pick up.
"Come forth and hear us for guidance
who needs stars when you have sirens
seduced by phantom treasures,
riches fame and pleasures
under our spell you'll roam forever
and as your souls wonder
we will grow stronger
Stiles picked up the bridge of the song instinctively. He sang of treasures and
pleasures for any sailor brave enough to reach him. Of all the things that
could be theirs if they but braved the waters and sought him. The ships had
stilled and the men unblinking stood at attention leaning heavily over the edge
of the boat, drunk on their song.
*`Fallows us through the thunders
as we tear you asunder
Allison and Lydia sang in unison, the song turning deadly and sharp. All the
pretenses of softness was dropped. One by one men began to fling themselves
into the water.; whether they knew how to swim or not. They didn't move from
their perch. Not yet. Let the those could not swim die first and let the ones
who were strong and hearty be driven closer. The ship was still a ways off but
they would be those who survived the plunge halfway. So they sang on
"Come forth and hear us for guidance
who needs stars when you have sirens
now you've been claimed by our song
in return, we'll lead you far from the dawn
Stiles' voice rippled the water, churning the tide and pulling the swimming
sailors closer. Voice like invisible fog reaching across the waves and
clutching onto the minds and hearts of the four sailor left with strength
enough to swim. Others had turned back desperate to reach the ship; their
hearts still somewhat too pure for the song to take true hold and other still
had tired and drowned. The survivors would say they were too strong for the
siren's song to take them when in truth it was simply that they were not as
wicked or vile as the ones who had fallen to it.
*Into the dark you'll go
deep beneath the oceans of pride and all ambitious
filled with power, we have risen *~ from the shadows
*storms will fade given time
let the nightmares take flight
we will not suffer them alone
"come sister lean me your guidance""
(come, brother, we'll lend you our guidance)
"who needs stars when you have siren
(who needs stars when you have sirens)
{and now that you've to succumb to our song
the time has come to forget the dawn
One by one they slid into the water to meet the waterlogged sailors who had
braved the seas to reach them. Those still aboard the ship had already
collected what level of senses they could and turned tail to stir the vessel to
safer waters. Stiles found himself drawn to a dashingly handsome man. He was
not Peter by a long shot, but he would do. He leaned into the man singing to
him, hooking his arms under his to support both their weight. The man's iris
were blown wide, making his green eyes almost black. The evidence of his state
of mind was pressed into the hip of Stiles's tail and he smiled against the
fool's neck. He felt small pinpricks along his bottom lip and knew the time was
drawing near. Lydia had claimed two men to herself, both handsome and young.
Erica had a young boy in her grasp. No older than Stiles had been before.
Allison had some dark haired youth pressed against her; hands trailing along
her sides.
"If you should be lead a stray
*may the warm light of day
"*gracefully guide you way home.
Stiles pressed his lips to the man's; sinking below the surface where no one
could hear him scream. The water bloomed red as sharp needle like teeth and
diamond hard talons pierced willing man flesh.
The man neither struggled nor cried out. So deep was the thrill of Stiles's
voice, still ringing through the water, clinging to the waves and dancing along
the wind.
Lydia had told him the urge to rend flesh from bone would come as suddenly as
lust, but still, Stiles was shocked by the instant hunger. He was blinded by
it. The man in his grasp did not exist anymore. there was only his flesh and
the aching need for the taste of him on his tongue. Though Stiles had only
willingly lain with one man he knew the only thing he could equate this to was
that heady desperate feeling; hormonal and instinctual.
He cried afterward. As they sat in the cave and he stared down at his clawed,
webbed hands. He cried not for the death he had caused for there was still too
much anger and bitterness inside him to feel any real remorse for that. He
cried for his lack of remorse; for the life that was now and forever truly lost
to him. Going fishing had confirmed and satisfied that this was no dream and
that he truly could never go home and so in Lydia's arms, with Allison and
Erica petting and cooing soft words of reassurance to him, he cried. His tears,
no longer human, rolled down his cheeks hardening into gleaming white pearls.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Alpha, My Alpha *****
Chapter Notes
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Captain Hale steered the Alpha confidently, thick brows furled and marbled
green/brown eyes set on the horizon.
The ship cut through the waves like a hot blade through butter, billowing
blood-red sails and gleaming gold and navy paint making it a magnificent and
imposing sight. Where once the ship had struck fear he meant to reclaim it for
the better but first... first he had a mission. He could the fear and the
reputation of the dreaded Captain Hale to his advantage a while longer.
Upstanding naval ships and leisure schooners didn't travel in the circles he
needed. They didn't hold the information he required. No that kind of info
passed among those who trafficked in grittier undergrounds. Criminal worlds
where the gleam of upstanding naval vessels never shown. Through trickery, luck
and the exchange of coin he had finally found the info he needed.
he had battled his way here and he had a mission, one last hope to have
everything that had been taken from him brought back.
"Captain Hale."
The Captain didn't even need to take his eyes off the distance sky and sea to
know it was Boyd standing behind him.
"The crew is getting anxious. There are legends about the waters you're aiming
to sell into."
He raises a single thick brow, looking over his shoulder at his first mate. The
gesture was clear. "Ask your question or get back to work."
"Where are you taking us, Captain?"
Captain Hale sighed and stepped way from the wheel; Boyd instantly took his
place. He walked over to stand at the top of the steps leading down to the main
deck; his commanding presence and power washing over the ship so that all
action stopped and all eyes were on him. slowly the crew left their duties and
gathered around.
"I know some of you have questions and concerns about just where we are headed
and why. I know the rumors about the waters we will soon be sailing into just
as you do and I, unfortunately, must confirm your fears. We are indeed headed
for Angler's Bay"
a cry of disapproval went through the crew as panic began to set in
"Those are mermaid waters!" someone shouted.
"Are you mad!"
The Captain's eyes flashed and all fell silent again.
"Aye, mermaids! Sea witches of the highest order, phantoms of the deep. Yes,
mermaid waters are our path."
He left it at that returning to Boyd as the crew dispersed back to their duties
whispering and grumbling about.
"Why?" Boyd asked eyes still forward, grip on the stir firm.
"I need a mermaid for this to work."
"What are you planning Derek?"
Captain Hale said nothing.

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Stiles cut through the water like a sword. speeding ahead of his sisters. it
was one of the few days that the mist had cleared from their island, and he for
one was eager to enjoy the sunshine. Erica was close behind but she was still
no match for his speed. His sisters like all mermaids were longer and bit
larger than their male counterparts, there fins and shapes meant more for,
stalking and hunting than for speed. Stiles could keep speed with barracuda if
he set his mind to it.
"keep up" thrilled Stiles
there was a chorus of angry clicks and whistles behind him but he only laughed.
He broke the surface, arching through the air in a graceful crescent and dove
back into the water. Erica's head surfaced a few seconds later followed by
Alison and Lydia.
"you are insufferable you know that," Lydia said with a flip of her wet hair.
Stiles smiled ruefully at her as they skimmed along the surface making their
way towards their usual feeding area. a secluded stretch of beach enclosed by
jagged rocks and boulders, under a steep cliff. The only way in or out was
through the water. The beach was dotted with tide pools filled with an
abundance of shellfish. Stiles pulled himself up onto his favorite rock,
careful to keep most of his tail submerged in the water. This is usually where
they spent their days when the weather permitted. Stiles preferred the clear
sunny days. it was something he wasn't able to ever let go of from his human
life. neither Allison, Lydia or Erica begrudged him of this. They all had
things they still clung to, Alison her hoard of plants and flowers she
meticulously kept in their cave. Thriving in the crystal light far from the
sun. Erica liked to climb things. she was always the one highest and furthest
out of the water as her tail would allow. Stiles wasn't sure what aspect of
human life Lydia still needed. Perhaps she was simply so much older than them
that there was none but Stiles had his suspicions.
They lounged around plucking oysters and small crabs and lobsters from the deep
tidepools bashing them onto rocks and slurping out their insides. stiles dozed
allowing the sun to warm his back and scales. Lydia set nearby carding her
fingers through his hair as Allison set behind her and wove pearls and sea
glass into her's.
Erica was to his left tail coiled loosely around his own, ever vigilant, eyes
scanning the horizon for wayward ships which there would more than likely be
none. men seldom sailed this way in summer and with a number of ships that had
gone down in the last few years Lydia believed they would be without ships for
a long while.
"Do the trick with the water Stiles," Erica said suddenly.
"What trick?" the red merman teased knowing full well what trick she was asking
for.
"Stiiiiiiles!" she whined throwing herself over his back and jostling about
till he groaned.
"Fine fine! just get off!" he hissed taking a swipe at her with his claws but
there was no venom behind it.
Erica rolled her golden body off his ruby one and settled excitedly next to
Lydia and Allison, who both looked on attentively.
Stiles had been practicing his singing from the moment he took down their first
ship so many moons ago. He threw himself into learning everything he could from
Lydia who was the best. He learned how to push his voice out and wrap it around
things like it was an extra limb. He could use it as a weapon, hitting notes so
high and sharp they shot through the air like arrows piercing through any
target he chose, though Lydia was far more precise with her aim. One of his
favorite tricks was manipulating water. Using his voice to shape and press the
water into interesting shapes. Erica referred to it as making the water dance.
Stiles opened his mouth and let out a single curling note. Soft and delicate
like the brush of finger along a cheek. The nearest tidepool trembled and
pulsed along with the note, a single tendril of water slowly rising from it.
it rose higher and higher, coiling and reaching up to the sky. Stiles split the
note and the tendril split into three orbs that bobbed and danced around the
original tendril. slowly each drop began to stretch and pull along with Stiles'
voice till they had shaped themselves into the figure of three mermaids. his
voice crested higher and dropped making the mermaids dance and twirl, swimming
through the air.
stiles sang along to his aquatic ballet conducting the three mermaids in an
interact dance. slowly Lydia's voice joined his and small orbs of water housing
small silver and green fish circled his ballerinas.
one of Stiles mermaid dipped and turned catching the gleam of something in the
distance. something red
his voice dropped and the water fell back into the tidepool.
There in the distance was a ship with blood red sails, heading towards their
island
something ugly and profound bubbled up int Stiles as he stared blankly then
everything snapped into crystal clear clarity.
Stiles looked to the other and saw they were all staring too. their faces paled
and cheeks hallowed, eyes gleaming and fangs peeking out their mouths.
Erica rested her head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, her voice
harsher and colder.
"time to go fishing."
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Derek joined his crew on the shore of Angler's island. Boyd stayed behind along
with a handful of others to guard the Alpha till its Captain returned. The rest
settled on the beach armed with nets, claws, and fangs. They weren't here to
kill, only capture.
He could only hope their target was as peaceful, though he truly doubted it.
they waited till evening had settled on the island and once everyone was in
position, Derek set out on a small boat with around 5 other men. They rowed far
from shore where the shallows of the beach dropped away but no too far. The
full moon hung overhead bright and glowing. things were working out perfectly
so far. Derek singled for the rowers to stop rowing watched the water
carefully.
"now what captain?" asked Issac
"now you're gonna sing," Derek said not taking his eyes off the water.
"wh-what?!" Issac sputtered
"Sing! I know you can so just do it. Loudly and on key preferably."
Isaac looked around at the others who shrugged and urged him on less he make
the captain angry. to which Isaac cursed under his breath but began to sing. an
old shanty Derek had heard before.
"The ship, it swayed, heave ho, heave ho
On the dark and stormy blue
And I held tight to the Captain's might
As he pulled up his trews
"You haven't slept," heave-ho, he said
"In many suns and moons."
"Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore,"
"And pray we get there soon."
He said, "Now hush love, here's your gown."
"There's the bed, lantern's down."
But I don't want to go to sleep; in all my dreams, I drown."
"louder" Derek urged
"The Captain howled "Heave ho, heave ho"
And tied me up with sheets
"A storm is brewing in the South"
"It's time to go to sleep"
His berth, it rocks, heave ho, heave ho
The ocean gnashed and moaned
Like Jona will be swallowed whole
And spat back teeth and bones
He said, "Now hush love, here's your gown."
"There's the bed, lantern's down."
"But I don't want to go to sleep; in all my dreams, I drown."

Issac sang through the multiple times and still nothing. The anxious fear of
the crew had given way to weariness and bored frustrations. Derek was beside
himself. He had followed every step. the moon was full, the location was right,
even the time of year and day. summer solstice, after the rise of the first
full moon of the season. After overthrowing his uncle and sailing all over the
bloody Caribbean and meditation even as far at Shanghai and collecting all the
lore and rumors he could find, it had all lead him to this-this. It had all
lead him to nothing.
Issac had begun to sing the song over again, voice lazy and horse. Derek was
just about to tell him to shut and rip the captain's hat from head to toss it
overboard when he noticed one of the men watching the water intently. He
followed his gaze just as something glimmering and glowing beneath the surface
of the water rounded the head of the boat and disappeared.
the entire crew was alert now. All clamoring tot he side of the both where the
glow had disappeared.
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Stiles watched as Allison floated just below the surface letting the moon catch
the glow of her scales. he wanted nothing more than to be the first one there,
to simple snatch Peter out the boat. the moon was bright enough that he could
make him out from below by the coat and the hat he wore. he bet it even still
had that garish red feather tucked in the side. but there was a way they did
things. Allison was not as fast as Stiles but she was quick and the least
likely to be able to dart away quickly should thing prove violent. usually,
Lydia would follow her then he and Erica but this time he would be the first to
join Allison topside. Erica and Lydia were merely there to pick off the other
sailors. Peter was his
he simply had to wait for his cue. his entire body shivered and shook with
anticipation. he could keep his fangs from extending and his face from morphing
ever so slightly. Lydia had to keep swimming around him humming to him,
whispered melodic waves caressing his mind, saying "wait."
He had to stop himself from shooting to the surface when Allison began to sing.
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Issac was the first to see her. the rest of the crew turned slowly and stared
on in shock. she was beautiful. long raven hair sleeked with water, a heart
shaped face and gleaming green brown eyes that put even Derek's own to shame.
her. suddenly Harris lurched himself forward brandishing a knife and the
heavenly creature swam back looking confused at the other tried to subdue him
"Killer her before she kills us damn it. she a monster!"
Derek glared at him. they were here to capture not kill.
"Don't be afraid" Issac whispered inching slowly to the other end of the boat."
all fear from the girl seemed to be forgotten as she swam back to the boat and
Derek had to guess that she hadn't been scared in the slightest. they were in
her territory.
"can you speak?" Issac pressed kneeling.
"Yes," she said and the way she spoke.. it was odd as if English was not her
first language and her voice had long been unused.
she folded her arms over the side of the boat large green eyes staring
innocently up at Issac as he drew closer.
"Your...beautiful."
"Are you the one who sings?"
"aye"
at this, the girl beamed happily then opened her mouth and began to sing back.
"The ship, it swayed, heave ho, heave ho
On the dark and stormy blue
And I held tight to the Captain's might
As he pulled up his trews
"You haven't slept," heave-ho, he said
"In many suns and moons."
"Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore,"
"And pray we get there soon."
Isaac drew closer and closer to the mermaid and Derek stood in the boat eyes
glowing red as the song overtook the crew. "Isaac!" he growled warningly, but
it was overpowered by the mermaid's singing. then slowly more voices began to
join the song.
The Captain howled heave ho, heave, ho And tied me up with sheets
"A storm is brewing in the South"
"It's time to go to sleep"
His berth, it rocks, heave ho, heave ho
The ocean gnashed and moaned
Like Jona will be swallowed whole
And spat back teeth and bones
He said, "Now hush love, here's your gown."
"There's the bed, lantern's down."
"But I don't want to go to sleep; in all my dreams, I drown."
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Stiles sang for all he was worth. the song, after all, was his. he poured all
his emotion and anger in the song but covered it with something soft and fuzzy,
something alluring. commanding the captain of the Alpha to turn to him, to look
at him and follow him below the waves where all would be forgiven. once he had
ripped his throat out.
"Captain! Captain!
I will do your chores
I will warm your cot at night
And mop your cabin floors
Scold me, hold me
I'll be yours to keep
The only thing I beg of you
Don't make me go to sleep"
Slowly The Captain turned still standing, red eyes glowing in the shadow of his
hat. the same Red Stiles remembered that night. a red to match the glow of his
own eyes.
He couldn't resist Stiles song. no man, or whatever the hell Peter and his crew
had been, could. They would make short work of this small group then sing all
those waiting ashore into the water to meet their fate then turn their eyes on
the alpha.
All save for Stiles.
He would drag Peter pack to their lair and slowly bleed him, singing away the
pain over and over till the water was red with his blood and he could add his
corpse to the many rotting away at on the floor of the pool of their lair. or
maybe he would drag him down deep into the ocean where the pressure was too
great even for him and with a kiss keep him breathing to feel as the ocean
pressed him beyond his limits and just when it was too much and Peter was on
the verge of death, drag him back tot he surface then repeat the process over
and over until his mind broke, till he begged for death.
The sky it flashed, heave ho, heave ho
His pillow toed to the brink
The curtains ran between my legs as we began to sink
I closed my eyes, heave ho, heave ho
As the ship was rent and fell
Eddies in the water headed to the mouth of Hell
"Hush now, hush love, here's your gown."
"There's the bed, lantern's down."
"I'm begging you please wake me up
In all my dreams I...."
The Captain kneeled and Stiles sprang just as the song ended. He heard cried
and scream but his only focus was on dragging Peter deeper and deeper. Stiles
held him in a vice-like grip as he struggled then suddenly he felt a clawed
hand rake down his side and his hissed in the water almost losing his grip. He
gripped Peter by his shoulders and ripped the hat from his head intent for the
vile monster to know exactly who was bringing about his death.
The face that met him, however, wasn't peter's.
He was young, with marbled green/brown eyes and thick eyebrows and a square
chin, his eyes were red and he had fangs protruding out his mouth as he fought
against Stiles strong grip. Stiles was so shocked he must have loosened his
hold cause the next thing he knew a solid fist had connected with his stomach
knocking the held air out of his lungs and then the young man grabbed his head
and slammed his own into it. Everything went haze then black.
Chapter End Notes
     Enter Derek Hale and the return of the Alpha
     Please comment and kudos to let me know you like it or if I should
     hang up my hat lol
***** Captain Sourwolf *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Derek swam sluggishly, dragging his prize alongside him. He had to get to the
ship before this thing woke up. Had this thing been human Derek could be sure
it would be knocked out for at least an hour after that headbutt, but
apparently, Sirens were almost as strong as Werewolves; stronger in their own
territory. Derek wasn't entirely sure how long the thing he carted along with
him would stay knocked out. He had no idea how he was gonna lug this thing up
onto the ship. Damn all those images of mermaids as lithe little virginal
creatures. This thing was heavy and dead weight in infinitely deep water and
sloshing waves!
He had instructed Boyd to sail the ship around the island and out away from it
so the ship would be out of danger of the mermaids. If he hadn't had the
strength of an alpha he would never have been able to make it. As it stood he
found himself coming up to the ship in less than 30 minutes.
Two ropes were thrown down and he tied it around the creature's waist and then
gave his own rope a tug. He was immediately pulled up, walking along the side
hull of the ship till he was hauled over the side and onto the deck.
Boyd held out his right hand, the other still clutching the rope with the other
members of the crew behind him. Derek clutched his outstretched hand and
allowed himself to be tugged upward.
"Have the other made it back to the ship yet?" he asked looking around for the
five men who had set out with him.
Boyd sighed heavily and shook his head.
"Only Issac made it back to the ship. As well as the men that had been on the
beach. They turned tail as soon as you went under."
Derek cursed under his breath but nodded.
Suddenly the rope the other crew members had been holding began to yank and
shake.
"PULL!" Derek cried jumping in front to began tugging on the rope hand over
hand. A deafening shrieking could be heard, getting louder and louder as they
pulled.
"Someone get a tank ready! " grunted Derek through gritted teeth,
Issac was the one to let go and go and retrieve the expensive glass tank. The
one Peter had miraculously hidden among his many oddities and treasures. The
shrieking was getting louder and more unbearable. Several crew members had
already doubled over. The humans on the ship were cowering on the ground; their
hands pressed over bleeding ears.
Finally, the creatures were drug up and over the ship rails and onto the deck,
thrashing and screaming; eyes black, cheeks hollow and mouth filled with razor-
sharp fangs. It's' garnet blood red scales flashing scarlet and neon red and
Derek wasn't sure if it was the rising sun reflecting off each scale or some
internal bioluminescence. The creature thrashed and whipped about on the deck.
Its' eyes landing on Derek. They narrowed and the creature took a large breath
before letting out the highest pitch scream he had ever heard
Everyone around him fell to their knees, cupping their ears. Issac, who had
just managed to make it onto the deck with the large tank doubled over sending
it skidding across wood into the nearest mast. thankfully it was sturdy thing
reinforced with magic and didn't break. Derek stood still, his knees almost
buckling under the force of the sound. He could feel blood beginning to
trickle-down his cheeks from his ears as he tried to stalk toward the creature.
The captain of the Alpha drew a deep breath and let out a loud roar. It
bellowed off the sails and echoed through the very core of the ship. The Alpha
practically vibrated with the sound of its captain's commanding voice. The
force of both sounds colliding was almost visible. The captain bracing himself,
knees locking, torso and shoulders are thrown forward. The creature, nails dug
into the wood of the deck, shoulders squared, tail coiled, but the alpha heeded
its' captain desire and echoed back the force of his roar. The creature was
thrown back a foot or so across the deck landing a loud wet slam.
Derek heaved in breath-snatching the net from the nearest railing and threw it
on the creature, around its shoulders and yanking tip forward as it came around
from the force of this fall and having his voice overpowered.
"The ocean and waters may be your domain, but on this ship, I reign supreme,"
Derek growled eyes glowing red.
The creature hissed eyes flashing a darker shade of red, but none the less
intense.
The crew was coming around now, the wolves already back on their feet, helping
the few humans aboard down below deck.
"Boyd get us as far from this cursed island as you can!" he barked up to the
first mate.
the tank was already being loaded with sea water, by the few crew members
already recovered from the siren's scream and Derek was grateful he hadn't had
to bark orders at anyone to get it done. there was a sudden piercing pain in
his hand and jerked around to find the creature had attacked his lax hand,
sinking rows of razor-sharp teeth into his flesh. Derek raised his fist to
strike the damned thing but it immediately let go, still glaring at him.
Derek growled low in his throat, the flesh and muscle already beginning to knit
back together. The creature tilted his head to the side at the occurrence but
didn't seem all that impressed with Derek's healing ability. in fact, he didn't
seem all that impressed with Derek at all. He yanked the creature upward and
slammed him against the paned glass of the tank. "You are going to do as you're
told or I'll rip your throat out! with my teeth!" the creature hissed and
blinked showing off the two sets of eyelids he possessed. "Peter." the creature
hissed not breaking eye contact with Derek who was a bit taken aback by the
fact that the creature could actually speak let alone the mention of his
uncle's name. its voice was heavy with disuse, raspy and thick but none the
less melodic to the ear. "What?" "Peter. you are not Peter but you have his
hat, his eyes, his ship. why?" Derek stared at the creature who glared right
back unflinchingly.
"that is none of our business. you're not here to ask questions. now get in the
tank"
"I won't cry if that's what you're after!" the creature sneered.
Derek blinked confusedly.
"cry? why would I care if you cry? Get in the tank! your no use to me dried out
and dead."
"my sisters told me stories of why men come to our island and islands like it.
why they capture us. I won't give you a single fucking tear for no stinking
fountain!"
"you know you have a pretty foul mouth for a mythical creature of the seas, and
I'm not after any fountain."
the creature's glare didn't die down but his shoulders seemed to relax.
slowly it hauled itself over the edge of the tank and slithered into the water
head first, its tail, coiling and writhing against the glass as it slid down
into the water. "Then why am I here?" the creature said once it had righted
itself in the glass and gold basin, resting its elbows on them and going back
to glaring at Derek before Derek could answer there was the sound of something
heavy hitting the deck, followed by a loud protest. he turned to find one of
the ship navigators starting at him... no past him, at the creature.
"Stiles..."
the creature who had still been glaring at Derek blinked and looked.
"Scott."
Derek found himself being shoved out of the way as Scott McCall flung itself at
the mermaid practically falling into the tank. for one horrifying moment, the
both slid under and only Scott legs were left dangling out and Derek feared the
creature meant to drown him but the creature quickly pushed up using its tail,
still clinging to Scott for dear life and they both broke the surface again.
Derek could smell the confusion, sadness, and relief rolling off the two in
waves.
so this creature was the Stiles Scott had spoken of so often of. The boy had
reeked of sadness and guilt since the moment he met him. he always spoke fondly
of Stiles and had told Derek everything about that horrid night and what Peter
had done. and here Derek had pretty much done the exact same. but instead or
raping Stiles and throwing him overboard he had tricked him and done the
opposite. that why he had asked about Peter and why he had looked so shocked
after dragging Derek under. he had been expecting Peter.
Scott was the first to pull away gripping the creature...Stiles by his
shoulders.
"I thought you were dead. After that night they told me what had happened!"
cried Scott burring his face in the crook of Stiles scaled neck.
now Scott wasn't the smartest or quickest on the uptake, so it must have been
at this moment he must have realized something was different. he ran his hands
down Stiles sides feeling the speckling of scales that dotted his skin like
moles stopping at his hips where scales melded seamlessly into flesh. pulling
away his eyes scanned Stiles truly for the first time from head to fluke.
"How did ...this! happen," he asked.
Stiles's eyes grew sad but then flared with an angry fire.
"After Peter raped me, he threw me overboard, bound and all but gagged. I sank
then I heard a voice. When I woke up I was this."
Stiles tone was worried but proud. He knew he was different than Scott now but
he refused to feel shame for it. Even if he needed him to accept him, needed
him to still love him the way he had so long ago. He needed them to still be
brothers.
"Why and how are you sailing under that imposter."
Derek growled at the accusation of being an imposter when the Alpha was
rightfully his.
well... sorta. Scott looked at Derek and laughed.
"Derek? he not so bad. after you_" Scott paused and took a deep breath unable
to utter a word of that night.
" I had an attack. I couldn't breathe and my lungs wouldn't work. Peter told me
he could sail me home where I could seek medical aid but I more than likely
wouldn't survive the long voyage. Then he told me there was another option."
Scott lowered his head and a soft growl could be heard from him. When he looked
up his eyes were yellow, he teeth sharp. thick sideburns had appeared from his
curly hair and his eyebrows had thickened.
Stiles started on wide eyed
"He bit me and turned me into a werewolf. It wasn't long after that Derek came
along and we planned a mutiny. no one was ok with what had transpired to you,
and if they were they were gotten rid of along with Peter."
"Peter is dead," Stiles asked face shocked and looking more and more than a
little green around the gills.
"As good as," said Derek.
Stiles stared at him for a moment. a moment too long and Derek felt as though
Stiles was staring into his very soul. He could feel him in his mind like
feather light touches and soft calming music. it was so intense he had to look
away.
"as good as," Stiles repeated. there was almost a sneer in his tone. an
accusation that drek refused to face. then just as quickly it was gone and he
was looking at Scott again. "so why does captain sour wolf need me?"
Derek stalked over and threw something at Stiles who scramble dot catch it
before it landed in the salty water of his tank.
"it's a map."
"Thank you sour wolf I can see that. just cause I've spent...Scott how long
have I been gone."
"five years" Stiles stared at Scott then at the ocean. five years. he had spent
5 years in the sea. That meant Scott wasn't a teenager anymore. He was
practically a man. Stiles had forgotten how old he had even been after he awoke
changed. There were so many things he had forgotten. Things had begun to slowly
slip away also immediately. He could remember his mother vividly still
especially those final days, but things like his favorite food, his first kiss.
All those things that usually faded away gradually from everyone's mind over
the years had vanished almost instantly when he had turned. The rage and worry
and hurt had consumed him so entirely that all that had truly remained were
Peter, Scott, and_ "Have you seen my dad?" Scott nodded though his eyes were
downcast. "He's alive and fine Stiles. Mom's been looking after him, but... he
hasn't been himself since you went missing. The first few years were the
hardest. but now he just stands at the docks staring out into the ocean. "If I
help you, with whatever it is he wants me for," Stiles said pointing a single
talon at Derek but not really addressing him. "will you take me to see him," he
asked, red eyes staring imploringly into Scotts "That's not a good idea" barked
Derek which earned him a hiss from stiles. "human's can't know about creatures
like us. he wouldn't understand." "I'm not some stupid fish. I'm aware of that.
do you think I really want to explain to my father how and why I became this?
Stiles hissed eyes flashing that ungodly red that was so different than the red
of Derek's own alpha eyes. "I can help....I can make him forget me. Forget
every trace of me. just one song and he can have a life again. one song...and
I'll have never existed"
Scott looked horrified at the notion but Stiles held up his hand to stop any
protest he was going to give. his red eyes were on Derek now. not looking at
him but into him.
"Do we have a deal, Derek. I will help you and in exchange to help me."
he held out his hand, webbed taloned finger lax and waiting.
Derek was no idiot. He knew making deals with any form of fae creature came
with high prices and heavy stakes. if he agreed he was magically bound to do
whatever Stiles asked of him and if he renigged or lied the outcome could be
disastrous.
"Stiles you don't have to do that. I'm sure your dad_"
"it's the only way, Scott. Do you agree to the deal, Derek?"
Derek took a deep breath then took Stiles' outstretched hand, clasping them
together. Almost against his will, his wolf side began to slip out, fangs, and
claws and glowing red eyes. Stiles' eyes glowed as well and he tightened his
hand causing Derek to do the same till their claws were digging into each
other's skin. the blood ran and mingled falling onto the deck.
the smile that graced the merman's face was so slight and quick it would have
been missed had Derek not been staring into those swirling shifting red eyes.
if you could compare the glow of his Alpha red eyes to blood then you could
compare the merman to... sunset on the ocean. a violent plum of red ink in
water.
Stile blinked and the spell was broken.
"So exactly what do you need me to do" Stile smirked swaying the map in Derek's
Chapter End Notes
     ok, that took a while to get finished and I am so sorry for the wait.
     between college and moving into a new place, I've just been swamped
     with crap.
     So anyway enough of my excuses.
     what did you guys think of this chapter? what does Derek need Stiles
     for
     what is the fate of Peter?
     let me know what your theories and thought are a comment and please
     leave a kudos so I know I'm not completely ass-shit at this lol
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