"Seriously?" Stiles muttered under his breath as he ran deeper into the woods surrounding Derek's property. "Can my life get any more fucked up than this?"

His mumbled musings were cut short as something slammed into his back and he did a face-dive into the dirt. Quickly rolling on his back, he jumped up only to be knocked to the ground again by an unfamiliar caramel wolf with crazed eyes the color of its' coat.

Seeing that Stiles' eyes were locked on him, the wolf phased back into an attractive, if slightly maniacal, looking man. Naked man at that, as the teen discovered when his hands were yanked above his head and pinned to the ground, the stranger straddling him.

"Listen," Stiles started rambling, "you've got it all wrong man, I don't belong to anyone. Definitely not that bossy, domineering asshole. Why don't you let me go and go find yourself a nice looking she-wolf? One you can have crazy little puppies with an-"

"My name is Joshua, mate," the newly named wolf growled, his shaggy hair falling over his forehead. "You would be wise to use it, and refrain from allowing such filthy words to pass your lips."

Stiles sputtered indignantly beneath him. "Are you shitting me? You don't te-"

Joshua's eyes began to glow as his grip on the teen's wrists tightened, making the bones squeak in protest.

"Ow! You're hurting me!" Stiles choked out, wriggling about to try and loosen the hold. "Joshua, stop it!"

The wolf softened his grip at his name and leaned forward to sniff his captive's neck. "It wasn't so hard to say my name, now was it, mate?" Joshua licked a stripe from Stiles' neckline to the teen's earlobe, nibbling on the latter when he came to it, and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

Which, if Stiles was perfectly honest, would have been sexy if had it not been a psycho doing the loving. Except it was a psycho. Hence the problem. Maybe if it had been someone a little taller, little darker, maybe throw a leather jacket in the mix? That's a recipe for good times.

As if sensing where the pale teens thoughts were at, the wolf squeezed the teen's wrists again, threatening to break them.

"Use me name again."

"You just about broke my wrists because I didn't call you by name?" Stiles questioned in renewed outrage, straining away from the tongue on his neck. "And my name isn't 'mate', you jackass!"

Joshua stiffened as his fangs elongated and scraped across Stiles' neck, his claws growing until they punctured the soft skin of the teen's wrists. Joshua lifted his face away from the alluring curve of neck slowly and pierced Stiles' doe eyes with his golden ones.

"I warned you about your foul language. You. Are. Mine. And mine alone," the older man snarled. His voice dropped to a guttural pitch. "And yet you dare to disobey me? You dare to disobey me with the stench of another on you. This will be fixed immediately and you will know who you belong to."

He shifted his grip to pin the frightened teenager to the ground so one clawed hand was free.

"Joshua, what are you doing?" Stiles glanced from the clawed hand drifting down his shirt to the narrowed eyes of the man above him. "Get off of me. Joshua!"

The wolf paid him no attention and merely ripped the teen's hoodies and t-shirt to shreds, leaving shallow scratches on his stomach. The pathetic cries of the non-willing weren't heard over the growls of the supernatural above him.

Panicking, Stiles screamed and was swiftly backhanded into the ground, momentarily dazed. He didn't protest as he was flipped onto his hands and knees, with the rest of his attire ripped off him, leaving him in his favorite pair of Batman boxers. The hard length of Joshua prodded him from behind, claws painfully latched onto the milky white hips of the teen.

"Pleasepleaseplease," Stiles whispered into the ground and clawed at the dirt beneath him, only to have Joshua's claws rake down his back.

Stiles choked back a scream as tears of fear and anger streamed down his cheeks. Suddenly the heavy weight behind him was gone and a roar that shook Stiles to his core sounded out. He whirled on his knees only to smack his head against a tree as he was flung at a large oak. The last thing his hazy vision captured was an enormous black wolf roaring at a smaller caramel one. Thankful for the black bliss beckoning him, he closed his eyes and sensed no more.