Stilies sighed with relief as the blood trickled down his arm. He smiled as the cool metal of the blade touched his skin. Slowly, he pressed down hard and slid it across his arm. The crimson liquid spilled out of the fresh wound, covering his arm and the knife. This was his happy time. Not when he was with Scott, not when he was with Derek, and not when he was with the rest of the pack. It was when he was alone, in his room, with his knife. He made anouther cut, this one not as deep as the last. Stilies stoped brefly to admire his work, old and new. He ran his fingers over the scars, watching the blood cover them. Rigth when he was about to get back to work, there was a sudden slideing noise from behind him. Wipping around, he came face to face with Derek, climbing through his window. Derek Hale, the alpha of the pack, his long time crush, had just walked in on him while he was cutting. His deepest darkest secret, revieled. Stilies started to panic, rambling on a mile a minuet.
"It-it's not what it looks like! I mean, it is, but thats not the point! I mean, it's not as bad as it looks! See? Not that deep! Nothing to worry about! I mean, it most likely is, but oh god please don't te-" Stilies was cut off by the alpha's lips suddenly crashing into his, silenceing him almost imediatly. Stilies moaned into the kiss, enjoying every moment of it. After a while they broke for breath.
"How...long?" Derek finally gasped, with a conserned look that seemed so out of place on the sourwolfs masculine face. Without warning, tears started to brim Stilies eyes as he looked downward, to ashaimed to look into Dereks forest green eyes.
"Sense...mom died..." Stilies's bottom lip quivered as he finished off the statement. Tears threatened to rush down his cheaks. Derek then pulled Stilies into a tight imbrase, refuseing to let go. The small boy in his arms broke down, letting years of pain and suffering pour out. A tear slid down dereks cheak, realiseing how much pain the usualy hyper-active kid has. How had he not seen it before? He called himself an alpha, yet he couldn't even see a simple humans pain. Stilies wails then became quiet sobs as Derek rubbed small circles into the humans back.
"Better?" Derek asked after a period of silence. Stilies nodded and nuzzled into the werewolfs neck. Carefully, Derek picked up the small frame and carried him to the bed. He started to kiss the humans neck softly, earning a quiet moan.
"Derek," Stilies gasped, "What are you doing?" The alpha smiled into his neck.
"Doing what I should've done a long time ago. I want you to use me, not the knife. I am your alpha and you are my mate. I can't stand to see you suffer,"
"Wait...did you just call me your-" Derek interupted with anouther kiss. He licked Stilies bottom lip, demanding entrance, wich was eargely given. There toungs wrestled for a moment, Derek winning. He explored Stilies mouth, takeing in everything about the small human. He loved his tase, his smell, his rants, his everything, but of corse, he would never say it out loud. After a while they broke for air.
"I am yours, and you are mine." Derek wispered seductivly into Stilies ear.
"I love you, Derek."
"I love you too, Stilies."
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