A/N: This is Part 1 of 2 that I will be uploading in this series. As a warning - there is a bit of non-con. Please review! :)
Also, A big thank you goes out to betas 'Gift of the Dragons' and 'Palmer Blu' for going over my story with me!
It all started with the pool…
Actually, no... It started with the very deadly wolf's bane bullet that had incapacitated Derek a while back. There he was – the strong, sculpted, 'big bad wolf' – reduced to a human state. No, less than human. And he had resorted to Stiles for help. Stiles had been ready to cut the man's arm off to save his life, for crying out loud! He never thought he would see someone like Derek look so helpless, so vulnerable, and it made his skin crawl. It also stirred other things within him, but he bit them back and carried on with joining Scott and the crew in their werewolf shenanigans.
Then, it was that night at the pool. That jarring, life-threatening encounter in the school with the Kanima. With just a little flick of a claw, Derek had been paralyzed - just like that - and it was up to Stiles to keep him afloat, to save his life. Stiles, the skinny, awkward, motor-mouth, with no sex appeal and zero muscle mass. He wasn't exactly sure how he had managed to tread water that long, holding Derek up in the deep, cold water. All he knew was that afterward when he finally had the chance to sit down and reflect on the occurrence, he was extremely aroused.
"Soo, Allison, I was just wondering."
"Yes, Stiles?"
"You wouldn't happen to still have some of that Kanima venom floating around, would you? From that evening at Scott's when you paralyzed Erica –a.k.a. outsmarted Erica's fine ass?"
"I might… Wait, why on earth would you want it?"
"It's for a practical joke! I know that sounds terrible, but I promise nobody will get hurt!" He grinned innocently, blinking his big brown eyes and batting his lashes.
"Fine, I'll bring some to school tomorrow. You'd better be telling the truth, Stiles. Nobody gets hurt." He nodded his head and turned to walk away, doing a celebratory fist-pump dance.
'Plan is going as... planned. Hell to the yeah!"
-x-
The night he crept into Derek's house was incredibly dark, the sky was almost starless and the moon was nowhere near full. Stiles was equipped with an envenomed knife, a mask, a voice-altering device, handcuffs, and a scent-obscuring concoction that Deaton had unwillingly rustled up. He also brought along a little extra dab of the noxious substance – just in case. He could hear the large man snoring upstairs, so he inched his way along very, very quietly, until he was at the top of the stairs. He peered into Derek's decrepit bedroom to see the shirtless alpha passed out face-first on the bed. 'Adorable.'Stiles smirked and glided forward in the dark.
*Shick* Stiles nicked the back of Derek's neck roughly with the knife before leaping back and crouching in the darkness. The older man stirred, sitting up, shaking his head from side to side and looking confused.
"Who's there?" Silence. "Hello?" More silence. "Wha- what the-" Derek lifted his hand up to the back of the neck and recoiled, glimpsing blood on his hand before collapsing forward onto the floor. Stiles rushed forward with the cuffs, trapping the now paralyzed Derek's hands in front of him. "What the fuck is going on here? Answer me!?" Derek sounded enraged. Stiles could see the red shoot through his eyes as he growled loudly in the stagnant room.
'This was too easy… Now, where do I start?' Stiles chuckled into the voice-box taped into his mask, taunting "Aw, Derek… Looking quite helpless, I see?"
"Show yourself, you coward!" Derek grumbled, but Stiles could see the fear that was beginning to show in the man's face.
"Tsk, tsk. I don't think that will be necessary. Hmmm, I wonder what we've got in here…" Stiles moved forward again, using the knife blade to pop the button on Derek's jeans as he licked a trail down the man's stomach. "Sleeping in jeans. Now that just doesn't seem comfortable."
"Who are you!?" Derek was starting to sound panicked now, and Stiles was getting off on it.
"No one of any particular importance," he replied, reaching for the alpha's zipper. That small, simple sound cut through the air like a blade, and he could see out of the corner of his eye Derek's head turn to the side as he looked for an escape. "There's no getting away, Derek. I've got you right where I want you." The jeans were being slid down taut, muscular thighs as Derek hissed,
"What are you doing!?"
"I'm just reaching out and-" Stiles' hand brushed over Derek's semi-hard erection, "taking what I want." Derek huffed, his head lolling back. 'He actually hasn't figured out who I am, I guess this scent stuff really works!' "Oh, what have we got here, big boy?"
"Stop…" A whisper,
"The things I'm gonna do to you…"
"Stop it, please…" a whine, and this time Stiles winced a little. He bravely lunged forward, kneeling over the were, straddling him.
"What's that, you want me to stop? But it feels soo good…" He rocked his hips forward a bit, letting Derek feel how insanely hard he was. Derek didn't talk TO him again; he just started mumbling, almost incoherently,
"Can't do this again, handle this again, I can't... Can't even defend myself, can't even… Not again… Kate… Not like this… Always has to be like this… Can't… Can't have anything…"
"Derek." The man said nothing, just continued blathering away to himself, his eyes starting to glisten with the formation of tears. 'Wait, tears? Is he CRYING? Oh shit…' "Derek? Derek, answer me!"
He grabbed Derek's face, tilting it up toward his. A little stream of moonlight was filtering through the window now, illuminating a minute patch of the room, and as Stiles raised Derek's limp upper half up toward him, he pierced that beam. His body was slick with sweat as was his face with tears. His eyes were dead to the world, totally lost. He stared off straight ahead, irises darting around minutely, a stray tear making its way down his cheek. Stiles couldn't handle it, he couldn't. It was one thing to see him vulnerable but this – this was damaged. This was broken.
"Derek." His eyes remained glazed, but Stiles continued. "I promise I will take this mask off and stop what I'm doing on one condition – nod if you understand." Derek shakily nodded his head. "I'll take this off and stop, but I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me what the hell happened to you to make you like this. Okay? And I want you to promise me something. Nod, Derek." Derek nodded again. "I want you to promise me that once you find out who I am you'll let me explain my intentions before trying to decapitate me, because I do care about you and hurting you was not my objective. Okay?" Derek nodded yet again, only this time he looked extremely confused. "You got me?" The wolf nodded again, and Stiles slipped off the mask.
Upon seeing the boy's face, Derek turned his away, laying his face against the charred wooden floor. The pain and embarrassment was evident in his voice. "I can't look at you right now."
"Derek, please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for things to go that far."
"Didn't mean for… Oh, so you were just going to rape me and that was all?" Stiles gaped at him, open mouthed.
"I know, I fucked up. I get these stupid ideas in my head and I get all excited when things play out as planned and then everything comes back to bite me in the ass-err-please don't. Bite me in the ass, that is." Derek sighed,
"Why'd you do this?"
"I… I don't know. When I saw you before – when you got shot with the bullet – and when we were in the pool and I was keeping you afloat – you were so innocent and harmless looking. You're always so menacing and macho and scary, and I… I don't know, I guess I just found that attractive. I found the human part of you attractive, the part of you that can't do supernatural things. The part of you that needs help. That, and I never, ever thought you'd fuck me under any other circumstances."
"You didn't think I'd fuck you if I wasn't PARALYZED?!" Stiles chuckled awkwardly,
"Uh… Yeah…I didn't really THINK about it that way. I thought it was more of a seduction tactic and less of a rape scenario."
"Well, you thought wrong. Also, for someone as intelligent and attractive as yourself you sure do have a staggering inferiority complex…"
"Wait, what? Okay, big guy, I'm sorry. Now, are you going to spill the beans?"
"Huh?"
"Are you gonna talk to me like you promised?"
"Stiles, I'm not sharing my life story with you only to have you pity me."
"That's not it, Derek. I want to know you. It's not 'all aboard the pity-train'; I just want to know what happened to you. I know that it must have been bad for you to get upset like that. I've never seen you cry…" Stiles tentatively moved to sit behind Derek, cradling his head in his lap.
"Kate and I… We had a very…complicated relationship."
"And by complicated you mean physically abusive?" Derek closed his eyes at that,
"Yes. While my family was being burned alive, I was off 'getting some'. She came off as such a sweet girl, a charming older woman, but… She used me. She used me to get to my family and then she just kept taking and taking. She tortured me with news of the fire, of what she had done, and then she… She did things to me. I don't want to speak of those things, just know that they were not consensual, pleasant things." Stiles winced,
"Ah, I gotcha… But, it wasn't your fault, Derek. You didn't know she was going to do that to you. You were just a teenager in love!"
"Yeah… I guess. I guess that's what love has done to me in the past. Maybe that's why I'm still alone now."
"…You don't have to be."
"What…? Stiles, do you even hear yourself right now? What are you suggesting, that we date? Have you stopped to consider the fact that it would be extremely dangerous? If someone or something else doesn't hurt you trying to get to me, I might hurt you. I couldn't live with myself… Not after –"
"Derek, did you ever consider that maybe that's not your decision to make?" Stiles was leaning down now, inching closer to his face,
"You're 17, Stiles. This isn't even legal."
"I. Don't. Care." Stiles was directly in front of him now, eye to eye. "I'm tired of not pursuing what I want and letting things slip through my fingers all the time. I'm not helpless. In fact, you're the one who's helpless, here!"
Stiles grinned broadly and finished closing the distance, grazing Derek's lips with a slight touch of his own before melding their mouths together in a deep kiss. Surprisingly, Derek kissed him back. 'He's kissing me back. He's kissing me back!' Stiles swiveled around so that he was straddling Derek again, before violating the wolf's neck with his mouth. He suckled at the skin there, pausing to tease it with his teeth, drawing the blood to the surface. He knew it would heal quickly, but he liked the feeling it gave him, the concept of 'marking' Derek. Apparently the alpha was regaining some of his mobility, which was quickly verified by Derek wrapping his right leg up around Stiles', pulling his body down, deepening the junction. They both moaned coarsely, the mix of their tones sounding almost vulgar in the silent room.
"Stiles…"
"Yeah, Derek?" Stiles pulled his mouth away from the man's neck, turning to look him in the eyes, still sitting atop him obscenely in the middle of the floor.
"I can't do this, not tonight. Not after that little fright you gave me." Stiles sighed, pushing himself up off of the floor, extending a hand to help Derek to his feet. After Derek had achieved a standing position, he took a few steps back to the bed and seated himself, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands rubbing at his stubble. He looked to be deep in thought. Stiles was disappointed. 'I fucked everything up, this was a terrible idea, now he'll definitely never want to have anything to do with me. Why, oh why did I have to succumb to those cliché 'teenage hormones?' He looked at the floor, waiting for Derek to speak, waiting for something to break the awkward silence.
"I'll consider your offer, though…" Stiles perked up at that, and Derek continued, "But don't expect much from me. I'm damaged goods; I'm not much use to anyone."
"Cut it out, Derek, you're a great guy. You're always trying to do the right thing, even if you have a roundabout way of doing things sometimes." Derek smiled at the youth, just a little smirk, and that was all Stiles needed. He could go home happy, now. "I'm sorry, Derek. I'm sorry for earlier. My plan was a wee bit on the mental side." Derek raised his eyebrow at that,
"Ya think?" There was another silence, Stiles gathered his stuff, and just as he was about to leave the wolf spoke again. "Stiles."
"Yeah?" He poked his head back into the doorway, eyes wide with intrigue.
"Can you maybe… Can you stay?"
"Yes! I mean uh, yeah. I can stay…" Stiles re-entered the room, stripping off his shirt and climbing into bed behind Derek.
"Thanks." Stiles smiled into Derek's shoulder, snuggling up behind the goliath mass of muscles, wrapping an arm around his waist,
'I like this… It feels… Right.'. It was mere minutes before they both drifted off to sleep, enjoying the warmth and company of each other.
When Stiles awoke the next morning, he was paralyzed. He turned his head to the side only to see a very satisfied-looking Derek sitting in bed next to him. The man smiled wickedly, "You're awake… Good."
Song Credit - Jeffree Star - Prisoner
"I got no regrets, and I remember the day that we met, there was no way that I could forget you - so I followed you home - and I waited 'til you were alone. And I crept - into your room while you slept, I laid next to you and I knew - that I could never let you go... I know this seems so wrong, but I'm just a love-sick criminal..."
"You woke up to me, staring at you in your sleep, like a deer in the headlights I couldn't see - anything else but the way you breathe.. And you screamed - at the top of your lungs - you couldn't believe it - you thought you were dreaming; I knew - I never wanted you to let me go..."