Kiss, Break, Take

by manicSaturday

The bruises disappeared over time. But Stiles couldn't just forget what Gerard had done. Derek suddenly finds himself drawn to the boy. He felt his pain. He felt alive with him. ***A/N: 13Nov2014, Kiss, Break, Take will and forever be INCOMPLETE. I can no longer continue writing this fic due to personal reasons.

1. Chapter 1

Author's Note:
This is my first Teen Wolf fanfic. It takes place after Gerard kidnapped Stiles, Erica and Boyd. This is still a Sterek fan fiction and a bit of Jackson/Lydia, Erica/Boyd, Isaac/Danny and Scott/Allison interactions. So, please be gentle :)

1.

The bruises were fading, he thought to himself as he stared at himself in the mirror in his room. His body was covered in bruises just a week ago. Damn Gerard and his tricks.

He was relieved with the fact that the old man disappeared. But at the back of his head, a small voice is still saying that Gerard might come back and terrorize their lives again.

He cursed when he heard a thud behind him. He saw Derek standing in all his broodiness. He looks back and just stares at him.

"What's wrong? It's not like you haven't seen bruises like these before." Stiles gestured his hands up and down, fingers pointing at the bruises on his body.

Derek frowned slightly. He smelled the anxiety, fear and pain that he's experiencing. He walked towards the teen and reached for his face. His fingers gently brushing the bruises on his cheeks. It made Stiles shiver but he wanted it.

Derek's hands feel good on his skin. He feels safe. Wow! He actually feels safe around Derek. That's what he thought.

Stiles swallowed hard before quickly putting himself inside the man's arms. He wanted to cry. And he did.

Derek just stood there, held him close and whispered soft and encouraging words to the teen's ear.

"It's alright, Stiles. I'll protect you."

The next morning, he felt normal. Not like crap. He felt relaxed. He felt something warm behind him, arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

He glanced back and saw Derek sleeping soundly, his nose buried at the back of his neck.

This is supposed to be awkward but it didn't.

He heard a throat clearing by the door and saw that his dad was standing with a confused yet stern look on his face.

John raised a brow, he had this 'do I want to know' look on his face. Stiles smiled weakly as his dad went to the kitchen.

Author's Note:

A bit short, eh? The next one will be longer! How is it? Please, I need feedbacks :)