Save Me
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
What?
Stiles let out a strangled cry as he was rode harder. Nothing could have prepared him for this.
Algebra tests? No biggie compared to this.
Asking Lydia out? Hell he'd probably succeed in getting her to marry him in his thousandth lifetime.
Getting away from being grounded by his dad? Well…he did get away sometimes.
But tonight there was no getting away from one ice chilling fact.
A werewolf was raping Stiles and it was the full moon. It's hot breath coated him with sweat as well as the fact he wore two jackets on account of the cold weather outside. He never stood a chance.
Stiles had stopped screaming long ago. The werewolf grunts, screaming 'til he was hoarse and being slammed face first in the locker room wall repeatedly helped. How could he be so stupid to meet anyone alone in the school's locker room?
But it was him. Stiles found a note on his bed saying he had changed his mind. And he wanted to meet away from everyone. The Pack, Stile's sheriff dad, Scott.
Tears flowed freely down Stiles face as his rapist slowed down. But he didn't take it as stopping. The werewolf had done it several times then moved faster than ever.
Suddenly his torturer let out a long howl. He knew the werewolf had come again. He himself had stopped long ago though he embarrassed himself by making loud exclamations of pleasure early on.
Then Stiles was on the ground. His attacker had suddenly fled.
The doors burst open and Allison and Scott dashed in.
"Stiles, I followed your scent but I smelled another werewolf and rushed…" Scott started but stopped upon seeing Stiles, "oh god, what…"
"Just get me to a doctor," Stiles wheezed, "he raped me…I can't…" he broke into tears.
A horrified Allison gathered the courage to bend down and cover Stiles below the waist with her jacket.
"I'm so sorry... I can't do this," Scott said and turned away.
"Who did this to you?" Allison whispered by the crying teen's ear.
"I don't...he was a werewolf," he breathed.
Allison let out a gasp of horror and skittered away. A werewolf raping a teen boy in it's other form? Horrible!
Scott finally gathered enough courage to reach for Stiles. "I'm going to call Dr. Deaton. Why were you here so late?"
"He...he said...I do't understand why...it can't be him."
"Who Stiles? You're not making sense," Scott lost his patience.
"I'm bi ok! I sent Derek a letter and..." Stiles just broke down.
Scott could feel his blood turn to ice. His and Allison's eyes met with the same word on their lips.
"Derek."
Let me know what you think. Originally posted Saturday August 11 as In Me. Made a few changes.