Hello! This is my "second" English story so I'm sorry if my English is not good!
Prologue
"Open your legs", Derek was apathetic. Derek was weird. However seemed that everything was proceeding as usual…
But Stiles felt it, he felt that there was a "that" that was odd. Stiles knew that there was a "that" that would become a "why" and a "because". A "why" between the lips of Stiles, a "because" past the lips of Derek. And there was another "that", a "that" that murmured in his warm heart, it murmured in his ear, it murmured that Stiles would have suffer.
The "that" murmured allegations and malignancy in his hot eardrum, in his heart getting hotter. The sight of a word just whispered, a silent word, a word as mother of many pains, a word that was poison, a word that was evil, a word that was true, a word that was live, and again true. The "that" was pressing and burning, and it leaded Stiles step by step in his life for many weeks. Stiles did not know the exact moment that had happened, the moment when he had opened the door to the "that", the door of his house, the door of his life, the door of his heart… and especially… especially the door of his marriage.
The "that" was a sword of Damocles placidly hanging over his head, and in any case he went, and wherever he went, the "that" there was, there was with its weight, there was with the air burst from the blade on the back of his head. If the sword had fallen would sink into his neck, and then it would drop in his heart, and would have killed it… his heart.
The "that", meanwhile, had killed his guts.
The "that" there was in Derek's eyes. Cold eyes. Passionless eyes. Grim eyes. Stiles wanted to say to himself that this was not the truth, that Derek loved him with different eyes, while they were united in one body too. But Stiles could not say this because he was not sure that Derek loved him… again.
Stiles loved Derek, but Derek… Derek…