Kiss of Horror

"What's the big deal?" Scott asked, sighing in frustration as he leaned back into Stiles comfy black leather chair that he used often while browsing the internet on his outdated laptop.

"The big deal is that there's a new alpha in town other than Derek." Stiles replied, scowling at Scotts exasperated expressions.

He glanced around his messy room. His father—the Sheriff, had told him if there would be any company over, he must make the house look presentable first. It didn't matter really, Scott had been over numerous times that he lost count, dirty or spotless. What did matter was the killing machine haunting Beacon Hills. More dead bodies as days passed.

"You already know that Derek can't do anything about it. It's heating season."

Stiles sighed, he already knew that. He kept thinking of ideas to get Derek's mind off of breeding anything in his path. God, why did werewolves have to be so damn difficult?

"If you're not going to do it, then I am! I don't care what the cost is, as long as we stop it before one of our family members end up in the hospital."

Scott winced at that and stood up, nodding. Relief swarmed through his veins, finally Scott realized how dangerous this creature was.

"I can't go in there because I was forbidden until the season was over, so you're on your own." Scott spoke up, disturbing the silent fifteen minute ride through the forest up to the Hale residence.

Stiles was speechless, gaping at Scott as if he'd come face to face with his worst nightmare.

"Are you kidding me?" Stiles shouted.

Scott turned to look through the window. Probably feeling guilty now for telling him this now!

"Bestfriends don't do that, matter of fact I'm not going either."

Stiles hoped he made things clear and ignored Scott until he gave.

"Stiles, you idiot! When an alpha gives an order, no one can break it. Not even his Beta!"

Before Stiles could reply, his body lifted and he felt the cool spring breeze as he flew past the doors and entered the cold dark entrance of Derek's house.

"You've got to be joking-

Stiles stopped short while he watched Scott drove off back onto the dirt road. He glared at the now empty spot where his jeep was just parked several seconds ago.

Stiles swallowed, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.

Mumbling under his breath about how Scott was such an ass, he hesitantly walked down the stairs towards what the pack called 'dungeon'.

"Derek, I know I'm not supposed to be here and you might kill me for making a terrible mistake, but this is an emergency."

He could hear Derek's faint growl as each creak sounded while he descended.

"Don't give me that Derek."

The growl sounded louder and more threatening.

When he reached ground level, he came into contact with total blackness.

"Great now I have to search for the light switch." Stiles muttered to himself as he hastily patted the walls.

"Stiles…"

Stiles turned towards his voice and squinted, trying his best to adjust to the darkness. He could hazily make out glowing red eyes and sharp teeth.

He backed up some more out of fear and turned to his right. Feeling a tickle of thread touch his cheek, he pulled and the bulb lit the room. Derek was about ten feet away, securely chained and worn out. He looked terrible, smelled heavily of male, and was sweating profusely.

As Stiles walked forward, he felt a strong heat wave. Stepping back a little to clear his mind for a second, he called Derek.

"Get…out."

Somewhat compelled, Stiles dared himself to get closer. Blood red eyes glared back at him and he roared, making Stiles jump, nearly wetting himself.

"Leave!"

Stiles couldn't help the sarcasm that was itching its way out of his mouth as he ignored Derek.

"You don't look so good."

Derek growled and yanked on his chains. Stiles should take Derek's word for it and run. Yet his feet won't move.

"There's a rogue running around town. We don't know what gender it is, only that this thing is on a killing spree.

Stiles babbled on.

"We thought you could help except Scott keeps saying that it's heating season so you can't do anything about it without supposedly mating everything you touch."

Derek sighed. "Stiles, as much as I would like to help, I can't."

Stiles heart rate accelerated from the anger boiling through his veins.

"All these people are going to die! You need to help or more innocent lives will be taken! What if I died?"

Derek grunted, "Die well."

Stiles could've sworn his jaw hit the floor. The bastard thought he was funny.

Running back up the stairs, Stiles searched for anything that had enough strength to break the chains apart. He didn't find much luck downstairs and was about to give up until he found dust from one of the fire fairies they helped a few months ago.

Stiles grinned evilly, skipping downstairs with the closed bag in his hand.

By the time he reached the dungeon, Derek already knew what he was planning on doing. The bag had a smell of burning wood and was used for melting things to the core. Anything it touched would be liquefied.

"STILES!" Derek roared, yanking on the chains, trying to get away from him with no success.

Stiles was already sprinkling some on the chains as he spoke up.

"You don't know what you're doing!" Derek growled.

"Oh relax, what's the big deal? The plan is pretty simple, you kill the Alpha and I chain you back up back in the same spot. Comprendo?"

The chains sizzled and broke apart. He was about to compliment on his expert skills when he was suddenly pinned against the wall. Sandwiched with sweaty pissed off alpha, he wondered his chances of surviving at the moment.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"Well I don't regre-"

Derek yanked on the back of Stiles head, catching him off-guard. Waiting for the painful impact, he closed his eyes. A stinging sensation touched the left side of his neck and he opened them wide-eyed to find out Derek was draining him.

Stiles yelled, putting all his strength to get out of Derek's hold.

Stiles scream was muffled with the taste of copper and something sweet as Derek's mouth brutally devoured his.

Was he homosexual now? Stiles always thought a little bromance didn't hurt. He also admitted Derek was attractive, better than himself however he never thought of doing something this extreme.

This was disgusting, impulsive!

To shock Stiles even more, Derek's tongue gave a slow dance with his own. Some part of Stiles wanted this to end while the other was curious to find out if he didn't stop, what would happen next?

Stiles pushed against Derek's chest as hard as he could with no budge. He cursed himself mentally for those damn werewolf strengths and decided to connect his knee with Derek's groin.

"I hope this was because of the whole mating thing or else I'm seriously going to barf! Matter of fact, it's going to happen either way."

He finished his final words, before he ran to the bathroom and puked up the contents he ate a few hours earlier. He was too mortified to be equally pissed at Derek.

As he finished, he gargled with faucet water and looked in the mirror only to see the Alpha with the look of annoyance.

"Please don't tell me you're here for round two." Stiles blurted out, he didn't want to have to throw up again.

Derek hissed and yanked stiles by the collar of his shirt, "Shut up! You were warned and you didn't listen!"

Stiles almost rolled his eyes but caught himself. Their faces barely inches apart as the heat wave felt stronger than before. He wrinkled his nose, Derek desperately needed a shower.

"Are you going to hold me up all day or put me down?" Stiles stuttered, staring at his mouth, afraid of what his eyes looked like. Not that it helped, only making him remember their kiss earlier. Stiles unconsciously licked his lips.

Derek grunted and let go, nearly injuring Stiles compared to the huge gap with their height.

"Where did the last murder take place?"

Finally on the same page, Stiles answered, "By the Beacon Grill—where Scott had been during the time you closed it down because you drunken all the beer."

Derek smirked.

"Oh, the place where you gotten fired on your first day because you claimed I was your friend."

Stiles gave Derek the finger and pushed aside to get out the bathroom. The smell of vomit was nauseating and the heat wave wasn't helping either.

"So are we going to see Scott or what? I did unchain you and you seem pretty much in control now. You know, unless you're to chicken to get face to face with another Alpha, totally up to you." Stiles kept going on until Derek had gotten closer.

Instantly Stiles closed his mouth, Derek already had stolen his first kiss.

"Stiles?" Derek look concerned and Stiles wondered why the sudden change in his expression. His voice also seemed a bit softer, more worried even.

He hadn't notice he couldn't walk straight, the dizziness and blurry vision. He touched his neck and felt something wet and hot.

His blood.

"Oh, would you look at that?"

Stiles chuckled.

He must've lost a lot from the opened wound. No longer being able to think straight, black dots swarmed through his vision and he was unconscious.