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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      teen_wolf_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Talia_Hale, Peter_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Feral_Derek, streetrat_stiles, Knotting, Rape, Arena, Mpreg, Male
      Lactation
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-06 Updated: 2014-07-27 Chapters: 4/? Words: 2858
****** When the Night Calls ******
by sunshineandsmut
Summary
     Hundreds of years ago, werewolves were rare and considered highly
     dangerous. Wars were fought against them and many were slaughtered
     until only a handful were left. The rest were taken as slaves for
     lives of humiliation. This is the story of several such wolves and
     their survival.
     ----Teen Wolf Fic----
      
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***** Chapter 1 *****
Stiles sprinted down the alleyway, hunk of bread tightly gripped in his hands.
Panting hard, he galloped away from the yelling men who chased him. It was only
half a loaf of bread, for gods sake, but apparently it meant that he was being
pursued.
As he ran past a darkened doorway, a hand reached out and grabbed him by the
scruff. A fist plunged towards his head and he blacked out.
"Hey. Wake up." A fuzzy voice said as cold water was poured over his head from
a bucket. "You’re on in ten, filthy mutt." The man stood over him, greasy apron
on.
He was in a dark and dingy cage, with doors on both ends. One end protruded out
into a small arena. Chairs surrounded the eight feet by eight feet circle. The
other door opened out into a mucky room which stank of garbage. He was wearing
a loincloth, but the rest of his clothes had been stripped from him.
Suddenly, the trapdoor in front of him lurched open, and a poker was shoved at
him from the other end, forcing him out into the arena. Lights blared at him
from one side, half-blinding him with their glare. Loud shouts echoed around
him as a clamour of perhaps one hundred people leaned in to watch. Another
simple cage opened, and a tall dark teenage emerged from it, eyes dark and
narrowed. The feral teen hissed at Stiles and leaped at him, nails digging into
his back as he tackled the semi-naked Stiles to the ground.
Stiles yelped in shock as the breath was knocked out of him. Fighting back
seemed useless, but he frowned as the other boys loincloth seemed to lift a
little… Was he getting hard? Stiles’ eyes widened as the men who stood around
the arena murmured in shock. This was definitely not going to plan. Derek, as
the men were cheering from the crowds, forced Stiles up and onto his hands and
knees with his phenomenal strength. Stiles gasped in pain as his hands and
knees were scraped raw by the sandy arena floor.
He screamed out in pain as Derek forced his hard cock into Stiles’ tiny
asshole, and began to hump him like an animal. The men yelled in shock now, and
the man who had drenched Stiles tried to get into the arena to break it up, to
no avail. Derek gripped Stiles’ shoulders roughly to gain purchase, his cock
abrasive in Stiles’ tender asshole. The sound that the humping made in Stiles’
body was a sucking wet noise as he leaked precum into the younger boys body.
Stiles cried out and tried to scramble to his feet to escape the boy, but the
sound that he heard next made him stop. It sounded like a balloon being blown
up. Dereks gasping breaths brought him back to reality as his cock inflated
into a huge knot, which held firm inside Stiles as it stretched him wide open.
It caused the skin around his asshole to split a little, leaking blood onto the
sand.
Minutes later, Stiles was on his feet, hobbling around the arena with a knotted
Derek in tow. Derek didn’t seem to mind being lead around by the fourteen year
old Stiles, but grunted like an animal as he continued to fill Stiles up with
his cum.
Two hours later, an exhausted and wobbly Derek fell away from Stiles, whose
belly was bulging with cum. Derek fell unconscious where he lay, drained by the
two and a half hour orgasm. Stiles sloppy and loose asshole gushed cum like a
hose until he managed to clench it shut. He fell to his hands and knees again
and threw up out of shock.
But it was better than being dead, anyhow.
***** Mine *****
Chapter Summary
     Just a quick follow up chapter! Possibly more to follow…?
Stiles had been in the cage all day, his arms tight up to his chest and his
knees curled up too. He was in a little ball. People had been coming to see him
all day, saying things like 'Oh, look at the poor thing. He wants his mate.'
and 'Well, what can you expect from an animal like him?' as they poked sharp
things through the bars at him. He sat with his back against the bars now,
because people don't like poking something from behind.
He had been moved from the darkened cage that led out into the arena. The cage
had been unhooked from the Arena's opening and he had been carried into another
room filled with other kids roughly his age. They all looked small and scared,
but their assholes weren't bloodied and their bellies weren't bulging with cum
like his was. These were the fighting kids. They jeered at him from their
cages, sharp teeth leering out at him. He didn't like them much either.
"Kid." He turned in his cage, expecting to see another leering customer, come
to see the 'belly-bulger' that the teenage had had sex with. It wasn't. The
greasy-apron clad man stood there, ready to lift his cage. He fell against the
bars as the man carried him through the maze of corridors and back out to the
arena.
"And a-by popular demand, the Belly Bulger is back!" The announcer hollered,
followed by loud cheering. Rumours spread fast, and the crowd was a thousand
people thick. The cage was hooked into the entrance, and the trapdoor was
lifted. They didn't need the poker to get him into the ring this time, he leapt
out himself. Wild-eyed, he looked around for Derek. He had been the only person
to be kind to him the whole time that he had been imprisoned here. His belly
wobbled, his asshole aching from having to hold the cum inside it all day, as
he walked towards the other trapdoor. Derek's dark and animalistic eyes stared
at him lustfully from between the bars.
As soon as the trapdoor was lifted, he was on him. Holding him down, he
received no injuries as Derek teased his cock into his entrance. The cum from
last time spilled out of him in a wave, and he gasped in relief as the pressure
lessened. The cum pooled onto the floor, enough to fill a bucket, and was
greedily absorbed by the sandy floor. Derek began to hump him again, his
asshole looser and sloppier this time because of his violent deflowering. They
panted and gasped together as Derek flipped Stiles onto his back, holding his
knees up by his ears as he fucked into him that way. His hips rutted against
him, his large balls slapping into his buttcheeks as he worked.
Soon he was cumming, growling fiercely into Stiles' ear as he began to hose
Stiles' insides with his cum. It spurted out of Stiles' loose asshole
everything he panted, but soon he was holding it well. The apron clad man
watched them, his hands under his apron as he jerked off, watching them through
the cage. Stiles licked his lips, preparing himself for a long night of pain
and longing heartache as he was separated from his precious mate yet again.
Derek stood, and began to carry Stiles back into his large cage. Uttering one
single word.
"Mine."
***** Happy Ending…? *****
Chapter Summary
     The final chapter of this three-parter!
Three months after being captured and mated with, Stiles curled up on Derek in
their cage, contentedly purring as he pressed his head down onto Derek's firm
chest. "My precious…" Derek growled lovingly, caressing Stiles' pregnant belly
with the backs of his fingers. Teaching him to speak English had taken less
time than Stiles had expected. Understanding the meanings behind all of the
little grunts and yips that Derek had communicated with had been trickier, but
now that he was tuned into it, Stiles could understand every word. Stiles held
Derek's hand, curled up on his firm, scarred chest with his head turned into
his neck. Derek hated the idea of his pregnant mate being stuck on the cold and
dirty floor of the cage, and so always made sure that he was elevated. Some
paternal instinct had kicked in, and Derek had felt the urge to fight harder
against his competition, as if he was defending his territory and mate.
Stiles whimpered softly, having yet another terrifying nightmare as he slept
fitfully, tossing and turning on his chest. Derek hated watching him writhe in
his sleep, and so covered him with his long arms and rubbed his rounded belly
gently, restraining him slightly so he didn't roll and crush the litter of pups
that wriggled inside of him. The man in the apron walked up to them, holding a
large bowl of gruel for them to eat. Derek took it fiercely, growling
protectively as the man leaned in to inspect his mate, Stiles. "He's looking
about ready to birth, ain't he?" The man drawled, smirking.
Derek slammed the back of his arm into the bars, causing the man to jump back
in fright. "Mine! Not yours!" He bellowed, rattling the bars. The man retreated
with hands up by his head, and left them in darkness once more. Stiles woke
with a start, sitting up heavily. Derek was fumbling with the heavy-duty lock
that kept them trapped in the small cage. He reached through the bars and broke
the pottery bowl of gruel. Stiles watched in wonder as he picked the lock with
two thin shards of bowl. The lock snapped open and fell to the floor with a
little thud. Derek gently and protectively lifted his mate out of the cage and
onto the floor, where he stood, leaning backwards heavily to counter the weight
of his massive, pregnant belly. Derek hopped out after him, and stretched,
unused to the amount of space. "Let's go, my love." He rumbled deeply, taking
Stiles by the wrist and out into the maze of corridors.
After a few minutes of jogging slowly down corridors, Derek broke open a door
and sunlight streamed in. Stiles hissed and recoiled, having been trapped in
almost complete darkness for two months. Derek helped him fumble out into the
street, and lifted him into his arms as he began to sprint away from the
horrendous building that squatted like a mangey animal on the corner of the
alley.
After hours of wandering, Derek led Stiles into a deserted building to rest.
Stiles gasped, cradling his large belly with both arms to support it, so as to
take some of the weight off of his strained back. "Moon of my life, are you
hurt?" Derek asked him, touching his face gently. Stiles nodded, wincing. They
both flinched as the door flew open. Two dark figures walked towards them,
squinting.
"Derek?" One said, stepping forwards into a beam of light. He was tall, with
dark hair and dark eyes.
"P-Peter?" Derek stuttered, loosening from his defensive stance as he stared,
wide-eyed, at the man.
"W-We missed you… You- You're alive!" Talia Hale exclaimed, rushing forwards to
embrace her son.
Stiles blushed. "It's nice to meet you both… I think there is a lot we need to
talk about."
***** Discovery *****
A few hours have passed since the end of Chapter Three.
Derek Hale, as he was now known to be, had become less protective of Stiles
since finding his family. Knowing that Stiles was tired and hurt, he let him
sleep on a pile of rags and old clothes in the corner of the room. After
checking on Stiles health, he crossed the barren space, and crouched back down
with Peter and Talia. They sat in silence for a while until Derek let himself
relax against the concrete wall. "Talia." He said, still preferring not to call
her mom. "What… What happened to Laura and Cora?"
Talia was silent for a long time, tending to the small cracking fire. To hide
their whereabouts, rags had been hung across the empty window-holes to conceal
the light of the flames. The light and shadows danced across ever surface in
the room, creating strange patterns and mesmerising movements. "They died. We
were camping in a forest up near the north when a forest fire ripped through
our camp. I escaped with barely my life, and Peter… He was badly burnt. We
tried to find them after the flames died down, but their bodies had been turned
to ashes." Talia spoke in a small, low voice. She stared into the flames for a
while before Peter put an arm around her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.
Derek, who had seen loss and death aplenty, sighed deeply. "Hardly remember
what they look like." He glanced quickly up as Stiles whimpered in his dreams,
ready to jump up and help him if need be. When that wasn't the case, he sat
down. "So… How long exactly was I gone for? I'm twenty now, so…"
"Derek, you were gone for…" Peter spoke finally, pausing to glance up at the
ceiling as he did the maths. "Thirteen years." He smiled. "Its so good to see
you, you know that?" He said, leaning forwards to gently pat Dereks broad
shoulder. Derek, unused to being shown kindness by anyone other that little
Stiles, almost flinched away from the touch. He took a deep breath.
"Excuse me." He murmured, getting up and stumbling back to Stiles. Stiles
shifted in his sleep, half-waking to look up at Derek with his big doe eyes.
Stiles, ever kind, shifted over on the rags to allow Derek to curl up around
him. Dereks eyes, after locking with Stiles for a short while, drifted shut as
he sank into dreams.
He woke to a hand grasp his tightly, its sweaty palm pressing into his.
"Derek…" Stiles whimpered. "It's happening…" He moaned and doubled over, a tear
escaped his tightly clenched eyelids. Derek looked around helplessly. He had
never birthed pups, nor had he ever seen it happen. Talia, however, knew what
to do and crossed the room in moments to check on him. She glanced at Derek,
who gave her permission to help Stiles with a flick of his wrist. Talia placed
her hand on Stiles swollen belly, gently tracing circles on it.
Derek stayed close during the whole thing, his dark eyes watching Stiles
struggle. It was messy, and soon there was a small pile of blood-soaked rags
balanced next to the birthing boy. Talia rolled her sleeves up and began to
help the birth. It was sunrise before there was any sign of the pups. The first
one was born an hour after dawn broke- A small, pink-skinned boy with dark
brown eyes like his mother and a tough growl like his father. The second was a
large girl. The girl was special. She was born with dark fluffy wolf ears
perched on her head, and a whispy tail that hugged close to her spine. Her
solemn blue eyes gazed up at her parents. Stiles was enraptured by the sight.
"Is… Is that all?" He asked Talia, who nodded. He let out a relieved, yet
exhausted grin. Two little babies would be difficult enough to feed and protect
in the long run, especially when they were being hunted down by basically
everyone. It was a trust no-one game. Derek paused before taking the boy in his
arms.
"I'll name him Drey." He spoke solemnly, hugging the baby boy to his chest.
Werewolf children matured faster than average babies, and would be given
strength and speed to match. But that was yet to come. For now, the challenge
was to keep them alive.
"Mia." Stiles croaked, weakly smiling. He pulled her closer to him, letting her
nurse from him. Derek returned Drey to him before retiring back to his side of
the nest. Stiles lay on his side, letting the twins nurse hungrily from him.
Talia went back to Peter, who was barely awake at this time of day. "Twins. Mia
and Drey, as they're calling them." She flopped back down onto her bedding,
pulling her clothes tighter around her.
"Which means you're a granny." Peter chuckled, prodding her in the arm before
closing his eyes to return to sleep.
"God, don't remind me."
When the sun was higher in the sky, Stiles woke to pains in his stomach. He
grunted. The noise woke Derek, who was a very light sleeper. "Whats the
matter?" The large, dark haired man asked with concern.
"Nothing. Just starving." Stiles mumbled, checking on the two pups. Drey was
definitely smaller than Mia, who looked to be the dominant pup. She was pushing
and nuzzling to get the most food.
"Well, I love you. I'll see what I can find, ok?" Derek kissed Stiles on the
forehead. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
He returned roughly an hour later, carrying a large sack of cans. Formula milk
nestled in the bottom of the bag. "We need to move. I saw guards checking
houses down near the town centre."
Gathering together possessions was easy. Derek carried the food and Drey was
lifted by Talia. Stiles refused to let anyone carry Mia, who nestled under his
shirt.
It would be a long hard road, but one that they were willing to go down to save
their species.
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