The woman was looking at the young man sitting in front of her. He was five years younger than her, his torso was bare, droplets of sweat were pearling on his forehead, his legs and hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on by heavy chains blocking his every movements… A blinding light was directed right at him, leaving the woman in the shadows…
"Seriously, Derek… You know you can tell me everything! The last time, I kept your secret just for myself!"
"Even if I knew something, I'd rather rip your throat with my fangs than to tell you anything, Kate… "
The young woman grinned, shaking her head. She opened her mouth a bit, sighing and tilted her head on the side glaring coldly at the man.
"You know", she said grabbing one of the two phones on the wooden box showing traces of an old fire… "I didn't think I'd had to resort to such methods, but you leave me no choice… You told me I wouldn't find anything useful in your cellphone, but… A friend of mine did find something very interesting…"
Derek narrowed his eyes, observing her to try to detect any lie.
"You didn't find anything you, bitch!"
"Don't call me, don't text me if I didn't text you first." She recited chuckling. "You seriously thought I would be bluffing, Derek?"
His eyes snapped open wide, panic showing suddenly in theirs depth when he saw her typing a message…
"You can't do this… That would be against the hunters' code…"
"You really think I respect this freaking code? You think it will protect your little beta? Then you'll go running to the alpha together? You know very
well what I'm capable of, so tell me where the alpha is and the message will never be sent…"
A new flash of panic crossed the look of the werewolf.
"I know neither where the Alpha is, nor who it is…"
Kate laughed once again pressing the touch to send the message.
"Hmm… This time, it was an answer, but not the one I was expecting, Sweetheart… What do you think of my message? It's ok now, I was followed by hunters but I managed to lose them… Meet me at my place."
Derek's eyes' color changed and took a light blue tint shining under the light. His teeth started to grow to become fangs and he breathed more heavily.
"You'd better not touch him, I'm not the defensless boy you used to know."
The woman fell on the chair like she had been frightened by the threat. She took her head between her hands making her long wavy hair fall on her legs with the move and sarted to laugh again.
"See, I'm a good actress too. I've never been afraid of you... Do you think that…"
The woman stopped talking, listening intently to the noises coming from the next room. She grabbed the gun next to the cellphone and went to hide in the shadows produced by the light. A young man, younger than Derek came into the room, his attention focusing right away on the bound man on the chair.
"Derek ? What happened ? It's been hours since I'm looking for you."
"Stiles ! GET OUT ! NOW !"
Stiles wasn't listening to him, he was too busy trying to free Derek from his bindings. There was a dozen of locks holding the chains together around the man.
"STILES ! OUT ! NOW, PLEASE !"
"How did you manage to…"
The young man heard a laugh behind him, he turn around to find himself with a gun pointed at his head.
"Oh no, no, no !"
"Stand up and put your little werewolf's ass on the chair !"
Stiles frowned but didn't stand. He was trying to figure out how many chances he had to run free and hide somewhere safe.
"I'm not… "
" Shut up, Stiles ! "
The young woman caught him by his jacket's collar and shoved him violently on the chair in front of Derek.
"Now, that's funny… He looks totally defensless. Why doesn't he attack me knowing what's gonna happen to him ? "
"Maybe that's because your gun is still pointed at me ! "
Derek gave her a glare clearly showing how much he wanted to kill her here and there when he saw her approaching Stiles closer and closer… His look was becoming darker and determinated by the minute.
"Don't… you… dare… touching… him ! Or… I'll… Kill… You !"
He took his time to say those words, separating each in a menacing tone. Stiles were trying to appear as small as he could when he saw her getting closer. She lifted her gun and hit him violently on the head with the cross. He held back a scream and bit at his tongue to not give her even a bit of satisfaction.
"Dear God… You, bitch !"
He put his hand on his face and felt a warm liquid running along his cheek.
"Who are you and why the hell are you hitting me ? Now, I'd be lucky if I don't die from a massive bleeding ! I'm really cursed ! "
"Don't play with me… You'll be healed in less than five minutes. I know who you are…"
"STILES !" Derek was struggling to free himself from the chains with all the force he was capable of, causing one of the lock to break under the strain. Kate laughed and turn to face him.
"Your little beta doesn't seem really talented… Did you took the weaker of your little dog's litter ? Your training really must be an easy one!"
Stiles were having a hard time to see. Everything around him seemed to be envelopped in a fog, the hit Kate had given him had almost knock him out. He stood difficultly, pushed Kate against the chair Derek was bound on and ran to the door, but something huge was blocking the way… Or rather, someone. He fell back, trying to grab the door handle as he went, but the soot covering it made it slip from his grasp. Kate caught him once again by his jacket and dragged him to the chair without difficulty, half chocking him when he tried to struggle. She lifted him up and shoved him on the chair.
"You're really gonna regret what you've just done…"
"Yeah ? What ? What are you gonna do to me, huh ?! You're gonna lock me up in a house and set it in fire?!"
She slapped him across the face and grabbed a rope. She knelt behind him and tied his hand to the chair, tightening as much possible.
"He seems to be well informed… "
Derek looked at the young man in front of him right in the eyes, moving his lips sligthly only for Stiles to understand what he was saying.
"I will protect you, Stiles… " he breathed.
Kate stood up and saw some blood on her white top, then saw that Stiles was still bleeding.
"Oh, I'm starting to understand… He's your protege, but certainly not a werewolf…"
She started to laugh. Stiels tried to loosen the rope around his wrists but each movements caused it to bite at his skin. He felt a hand slide under his shirt
and he jerked.
"I told you not to touch him !" Said Derek, his jaw clenched.
"Why are you putting your hand there ? You have a body too, you can touch it. That's the funny part with the human body, you can touch yourself !"
"You're a funny guy ! Don't tell me that's the first time a woman touches you here ? Derek, don't tell me that… Oh, God sweetheart !... So, Derek ?
Are you gonna tell me where the second beta and the alpha are ?"
Derek sighed.
"I told you I don't know !"
"You know very well, Derek, you can't protect everyone. So, if you protect them, I'm not sure you'll be able to protect this one very long… " she said grabbing Stiles' chin.
She took a kind of black nightstick and brought it closer to Stiles. Derek snapped his eyes full of concern wide open.
" Wow, WOW ! What's that ?! "
"Don't worry, that's only a taser… It'll sting a bit for a few seconds " She said grinning.
Stiles didn't understand what happened but he felt himself fall in darkness for a moment and a horrible pain, starting from his thigh and radiating through all his body. He heard a distant voice calling his name.
" Stiles… STILES ! YOU, FREAKING BITCH ! "
"That's what I thought… You, once again… Humans are all the same, Derek. Him too. They only want money and power… Your kind falls way too easily in love… "
Stiles blinked difficultly, he felt like having a sledge hammer hitting the walls of his skull. His surroundings slowly came back in focus and he noticed that he and the chair had fallen on the floor. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and everything started to spin around him. Kate grabbed him by his collar once again and lifted him up.
"So… Where is the Alpha and the other Beta, Derek ? "
" Don't tell him anything " Whispered Stiles
" Stiles, don't… I don't know where they are. " The werewolf said, his jaw clenched. " And it's really low to use a human to obtain answers… Even for someone like you. "
"Not really… Apparently, I'm not persuasive enough seeing you still haven't given me the answer I'm waiting for. But… Maybe should I use my toy on another part of your little protege's body ? "
She approached the taser close to Stiles, her eyes locked on him with a glint of amusement. Stiles went very still and pale, a sick feeling rising in the back of his throat.
" Stop that, Kate ! You said it yourself ! He's human ! You could kill him ! "
Derek had managed to break all the locks but one. He looked at Stiles and saw him close to uncounsciousness again, the younger man's eyes were unfocused and slowly closing. Kate walked behind him and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look directly at Derek. She then placed the taser between Stiles thighs, ready to press on the button to send the shock through his most private parts.
" I'll ask once again… Where are the alpha and the other beta ?"
Derek broke the last lock on his chains and jumped on Kate just in time to make her let go of the taser before she could use it. His claws and fangs grew once more when he saw her trying to reach for her gun. His hand flew in the air and his claws ripped her stomach violently. She fell back under the strength of the hit, his head hurting the wodden box behind her making her loosing counsciousness. The man standing by the door entered in the room quickly and looked at Derek who was ready to attack him.
"I'm not stupid enough to fight you while being alone. Take him » He said nodding towards Stiles. « And hide somewhere. I respect the code, and if I let you act now, you may kill her and then I would have to kill you. Just go…"
Derek calmed down and went back next to Stiles to unbind him. He used his claws to cut the ropes. Stiles was counscious but in a very weaken state. The werewolf caressed his face softly and Stiles looked back at him smiling lightly.
"Thank you… "
The werewolf observed him frowning and lifted him up by his jacket to make him stand and held him close placing Stiles' head against his bare chest.
"I can't breath if you hold me that way ! " He said placing a hand on one of his pectoral muscles, caressing it lightly with his fingertips.
The werewolf let go of him briefly and then lifted him swiftly in his arms, bridal style.
"Oh, fuck ! No, Derek ! What the Hell are you doing ?! Put me down ! Who do you think I am ? Your wife ?! "
He struggled to get free of Derek's arms but the man only tightened his hold on Stiles' body to make sure he wouldn't move but not enough to hurt him. He tilted his head a bit and kissed the other's lips softly then let his lips brush slightly against his ear.
"And what would you think to be mine ?"
He walked without pain towards the door. Stiles was freaze by the words he just heard.
"Hold on, I'm going to run !"
"Where do you want me to hold on to ?! You're only wearing jeans ! Huh… I mean… Oh … What the Hell am I saying ?! Put me down, I came here with my car, I can go back by myself !"
"Are you kidding me, Stiles ? I'm sure you can't even stand straight, and we'll be there faster on feet. "
As soon as he had finished to pronounce those words, he started to run as fast as he could, holding Stiles tightly against him. Stiles closed his eyes, putting his left hand on the other man's torso, enjoying the closeness and warmth and breathing calmly.
They arrived quickly at Stiles' place, the house wasn't very spacious but seemed comfortable. The young man opened his eyes and saw the sheriff's car parked in front of the house.
" Derek, wait. My father is at home. Go upstairs, I'll join you soon. "
Stiles went to the front door searching for his keys in his pockets when he remembered he had let them in his car. He knocked, waited leaning on the door frame. The door opened quickly on Stiles' father who seemed very worried.
" Stiles ! Where were you ?! Have you seen…" His father looked at him from head to toe, taking on his dishelved apparence, the blood on his head and along his face. " What happened to you ? Did someone attack you ? "
"No, Dad… I just had a car accident. A friend of mine brought me home. I'll tell you everything tomorrow, but for now, I just want to take a shower and go to bed. "
He passed by his father, went up the stairs, leaving his father at the door staring after him, the worry clearly readable on his face. Stiles turn to look at him when he reached the last step.
" If I have any problem, I'll tell you. But please, I'm not up for an interrogation tonight… "
He turn around and went to his bedroom. He opened the door and entered the room triping on a t-shirt on the floor and fell. Derek caught him by his shoulders before he could hit the floor and lifted him up without difficulty.
"See, you couldn't have come back here on your own. " Said the werewolf grinning.
" I'm tired " Yawned Stiles
" Hm ? You're gonna take a shower first, Stiles… "
He pulled him to the bathroom. Stiles got free of Derek's arms and looked at his green eyes which seem to read in him like an open book.
" What is it ? "
Stiles looked away a few seconds before answering.
" My bathroom is not supposed to be a werewolf's peepshow ! "
A smile tugged at the corner of Derek's mouth and he pushed him against the wall in a fast move surprising Stiles. He made his claws grow, caught him by the throat and pressed lightly his claws in the young man's neck, making little beads of blood pearl on the flesh. Stiles swallowed hard, his heart were beating faster and faster in his ribcage. The werewolf slid his forefinger's claw along his victim's neck, on his collarbone and stopped on his chest, right above where his heart were beating, not missing one of the expressions playing on Stiles' face.
"Who said that's what I wanted ? "
"Do you want me to buy you a cat tree ?" Answered Stiles in a worried tone.
The werewolf started to pluck off his jacket's buttons one by one with his claws.
"Are you scared ?"
" No. " Said the other his gaze on Derek's hands.
Derek approached his fangs from the young's man's neck, pressing them on his jugular. Stiles shivered. He pushed softly against Derek's chest to regain some distance between them, lifted his head and plunged his eyes in the werewolf's, looking very determinated.
"I don't want to become a werewolf, Derek ! "
Derek put one of his claws on his lips, silencing him.
"I'd never turn you in a werewolf."
"Even if I'm in a precarious situation ?"
"I'll always protect you, even if I have to die for that. I'd never let you die, Stiles. I've lost already too many people I loved… "
He slid the palm of his hand along the young man's torso, going lower and lower and plucked off his jeans' button with the tip of his claw.
"Damn, Derek ! These are my last clean jeans ! What am I gonna wear tomorrow in class ? Only my boxer's briefs ?! "
"Shh… Even if I do appreciate the idea, I'd rather keep this lovely view to myself… "
He pulled him in the shower and kissed him langourously, placing both his hands on the back of Stiles' shoulders and clawing it all the way down to the small of his back, making the young man moan and arch his back from pleasure. Derek fell on his knees in front of Stiles, kissing and licking his bare torso and belly along the way while sinking his claws on top of Stiles' buttcheeks. He took hold of Stiles' boxers with his fangs and ripped it off.
"Isn't it better ? You didn't seem comfortable in them…" The werewolf said grinning.
He licked his upper thigh with the tip of his tongue and took his fully arroused member, strocking the length slowly and pressing one of his claw on the tip of it.
"Derek… " Moaned Stiles, closing his eyes. " My… Father is going… to hear us… "
The werewolf smiled and kissed the young man's stomach softly.
"Then don't be too loud…" He said getting up, one of his hand still stroking Stiles while the other roamed upper, all over the other's bare torso , enjoying the smooth curves of the muscles tightening under his touch, to go take hold of the back of his neck.
"I… I can't… "
He held back a groan, bitting on his lower lip till the flesh bled.
"Maybe I can do something…"
He licked the young man's lip and thrusted his tongue deeply in his mouth, kissing him passionately. He slid his hand along his back to his butt making Stiles arch in the caress and feeling Derek's finger sliding slowly between his buttcheeks. He put his hands on the bare werewolf's chest, running them along the muscles, brushing the man's nipples on the way to reach Derek's jeans. The werewolf stopped his hands with one of his own taking hold of them and shoving them on the shower's wall above's Stiles' head, his fingers till burried deep in the man and sliding deeper inside Stiles. The young man moaned feverishly in the other man's mouth.
"You're really cute like that …" He said slidding his tongue out of Stiles' mouth.
He pushed another finger inside of him, rubbing them along the hot tight walls in soft but swift moves. Stiles panted hard bending his head, resting it on Derek's shoulder.
"I… Hmpf, Derek !" he moaned.
He pressed his chin on the werewolf's shoulder, he shifted slightly, turning his face a bit to bring his mouth closer to Derek's neck. He bit at the flesh making it bleed and then sucking on it causing the werewolf to graon from pleasure.
"Really Stiles ?..." Said Derek, smiling.
He lifted up his head, closing in on the ear of the young man and whispered, sending shivers down Stiles' spine.
"Your father heard us… I know you're not far from ecstasy but… I'm gonna have to let you finish this on your own… I'm no sure it would be very
appreciated that the Sheriff's son sleeps with a fugitive. If it can reassure you, I'll take care of myself while thinking of you and the sweet sounds escaping your throat… I let you my jeans on your bed for you to wear tomorrow. "
He let go of Stiles' hands and they shared a quick farewell kiss before Derek left through his bedroom window.
"Derek ?!"
Stiles slid along the shower wall taking hold of his erect member in one of his hand while he put the other one on his neck pressing on the still softly bleeding claw marks Derek left there and started to stroke himself. He moaned softly remembering how Derek's hand felt on his skin, moving faster along his shaft. He bit at his lip feeling the pleasure overcoming him, his cock twitching repeatedly coating his hand in warm fluid. The door opened suddenly.
"STILES ?! Are you ok ?! I heard some strange noises coming from your bedr… "
The sheriff lowered his gaze to his son, still sitten in the shower floor, his back on the wall, his hand covered in sperm and looking very embarrassed.
"DAD ! SERIOUSLY ! What are you doing here ?! I'm in the shower ! What do you think I would do in my shower ?! "
"It seems you were doing something else than taking a shower… " Said his father grinning widely and chuckling. " You like taking shower in the dark ? "
"Hahahaaaa !So funny ! " He got up quickly and started the water. " You can get out now, Dad ! "
The sheriff walked out of the bathroom still smiling, turning on the light before closing the door behind him. Stiles rested his hands on the shower wall, enjoying the warm water running along his bare skin and wincing slightly at the little stinging pain radiating from the deep claw marks along his back, the water taking all traced of blood away.
" Tomorrow's gonna be a long day… " He sighed.