A/N: This is a rage fueled fic, because I got mad about Derek and Braeden's canon relationship and I really really don't want it to work out. I'm hoping she'll turn up evil and Stiles will swoop on in and come to Sourwolf's rescue. So because I'm so mad, I'm gonna right this fic on just that. SO. Of course, it will probably be very dark. In fact with the loose idea I am forming in my head, it totally is. And always M, for sure.
So be warned and enjoy. Oh also, it's not canon... It was going to be. This sentence originally said canon. Then I wrote it and it is not, at all. The Hale house is going to be rebuilt though. Oh and Derek is still the Alpha. Malia does not exsist.
I don't own. I hope Jeff Davis does read this though and consider it. Doubtful.
It was so like Stiles to be there. To hear Braeden say was she said to whoever it was she was speaking to. It was a cruel, maniacal statement that hung in the air long after she said it. Stiles even thought it had a scent of sulfur or spoiled milk. The black assassin was stationed below and a few good yards away from the tree Stiles was perched in. It was an actual wonder how Stiles was even in this position, let alone in this position AND to stumble across Braeden walking through the woods, talking on her cell phone. Oh, and did he mention, she stopped just close enough for him to hear her every word to the mystery person on the other end of the line. Obviously, from the way she strode up, babbling about Derek, she had be headed home from a night with him, and Stiles couldn't help but cringe. Though, it was his fault anyways, to be in this situation.
Recently, Stiles had been pushing into his Spark. Delving into the knowledge the bestiary provided him. After a few months of practice, he could actually make these awesome, bomb like things, out of fucking /plants/, that could and would help protect him in a fight. He was a human after all and always insisted on having his head up the supernatural ass that was Beacon Hills. And in lye of this most common escapade, Stiles finally decided to arm himself. Not with guns, but with plants. This is why we find Stiles perched on this branch, hugging the base of the tree and not trying to eavesdrop on the girls conversation. Stiles was happy for Derek. Really, he was. But that didn't mean he wanted to hear his girlfriend talk, ever, easpecially about him. Or see his face for a couple months after he figured out that where dating. See, he had been haboring a crush for the masculine wolf for a couple years, now. He'd never told anyone, besides Lydia. He wasn't even sure he was gay, until he felt the undeniable pang of jealousy when he had dated Ms. Blake. Then he knew it was not admiration for the incredible specimen that Derek was, but instead was a disgusting, nagging crush.
This was not why Stiles was so close to his house, in this tree. Stiles had tried to distance himself from Derek and his new lady love, because Derek seemed genuinely happy and Stiles respected him enough to let it be. The crush would pass anyways and Derek would never feel the same as Stiles. Actually, Stiles was here, because the leaves of this tree were found to have a powerful sedating, drug-like effect over a number of different species. He was going to extract the juice from the mashed up leaves to put into syringes and tuck away for battle. He definitely didn't want to be near his house, unless he absolutely had to. He didn't want to risk seeing them together.
So it was just his luck, the situation he was in now. She had stumbled up to him, talking airly about how sweet and handsome Derek was and the amazing 'love-making' they had just got done doing. Stiles could have puked right then and there, if he didn't want Braeden to catch him and think he was stalking them, cause he totally wasn't. He almost considered it, until he heard the tone of her voice drastically change.
"Okay, I'm out of ear shot from the wolf now. The mission is going fine, you always call at the wrong times. He has no idea what we are up to. Soon, him and his whole pack will fall. I have him in a stupified bliss for the better part of 3 months now. He's so ass backwards, he'd probably do anything I say! All thanks to that special potion you gave me. Just slip him a little every night and he becomes more and more reliant on me making the descions." She opened like a book to the person on the phone and Stiles bit back a gasp. He had to be quite as hunter-gatherer Stiles was now morphing into slueth/ace detective Stiles. "He'll give his pack up to you, no problem, on my command. Did you wire the money?"
At first, Stiles was furious, though in all honesty, that never really went away. Stupid bitch, money always bought her from the start. The whole pack was stupid for not thinking that would become a problem down the road. Also, he was angry at himself, for not protecting Derek. If Stiles hadn't shut him out, other than the action times, then maybe he would have picked up on something. Maybe he could have stopped this bitch's plans sooner. Then sadness took over, for Derek. His Sourwolf had been through so much and it looked like trouble in the bedroom wasn't going to end with Braeden like everybody had thought.
Now, Braeden seemed to be moving further away, still chattering of plans, but Stiles had heard enough. Once she was out of earshot, he dropped to the ground, before taking off in the direction of Derek's house.
Stiles had expected Derek to be mad. He had expected a mild freak out, before the stoic pain washed over him and he pretended like it was okay. Then he expected Derek to listen to the plan, to stop her. He had not expected Derek to turn on him. He had no expected the Alpha wolf's eyes to glow at him and his fangs descend as he slammed him against the door that Stiles had just busted into, shouting about Braeden's true intentions. He had not expected Derek to spit a respond with such venom and hatred toward him, the way that he did.
"Don't you ever come between me and my mate again."
And Stiles' world came crashing down around him as he sputtered at the wolfed out version of Derek. He never really expected to be Derek's mate, but it hurt like hell to hear him actually claim one. That jackass, though! Not believing Stiles. How many times did he save Derek's wolfy ass? Like 100. Hate, pain, betrayal all displayed in Stiles' eyes and with all the strength he could muster, he shoved Derek off of him before he spat back.
"I hope you see you precious mate, for her true self before its too late."
He was gone in a flash, panic attack pushing to break free. He was losing control, the world was spinning around him much, much to fast. He remember's making it to his car, before the panic attack took a hold of his body, ripping him down below the surface, to where he was fighting for air. He struggled for an hour, to regain his composer. Once he did, he phoned his red headed best friend and informed her of what she had heard, though she knew why he didn't want to be involved and didn't pry. She could tell his voice was strained from crying and Stiles didn't ever really cry unless he was having a panic attack.
Stiles did stay out of it, too. He hadn't even asked Lydia how it was going saving Derek. Not one time. For two months, he stayed in the dark about it all and Lydia respected that. She also made sure everyone else did as well. Stiles had made it clear that night on the phone that he wasn't interested in any of it at all, or Derek for that matter. Lydia knew just how heartbroken her friend was, often sporting red puffy eyes at school for a few weeks after the initial shock. And even after that, when he acted like he was okay, Lydia knew that he wasn't.
So when shit did hit the fan, as Stiles' predicted, Stiles was out of the loop. Braeden's attempt to steal the pack right out from under Derek's nose was thwarted, because of Stiles misfortune of stumbling across the bitch and Lydia's intense ability to solve just about any problem. A few weeks before the attack, Lydia had figured out what she was slipping him and was able to counteract the potion with one of Stiles'. (She had feigned interest in the number of different potions and weapons he had created, until she found what she was looking for. Stiles was unaware of her stealing it to save Derek and it was better that way.)
Derek came out of his haze just a week before the attack, with a full and guilty memory of the entire thing. Braeden continued the attack as normal, considering she did not know the packs awareness, and was defeated by Derek and his pack and Stiles... wasn't there. Derek took notice to the absence of his brown-haired friend and immediately wondered where he could be. Stiles was always there. Derek recalled back to their last encounter and frowned at what he had said to the boy.
"Derek! Derek!" Stiles yelled, pushing the unlocked door to his house open. Obviously, Derek had heard him coming and he made himself visible from the shadows. Once Stiles maintained eye contact with him, he began to ramble. "Derek, Braeden. I just heard her on the phone with somebody. Derek, I'm sorry dude, but she's working with another Alpha to make you give up the pack, man!" Derek glowered at him, his wolf pushing towards the truth, towards Stiles but the drugs dragged the wolf down, leaving a hollow shell.
This shell could not sense things with his wolf dulled. The drug clouded his judgment and his connection to the wolf and left him in a confused state, which Braeden quickly took advantage of. His wolf knew it's true mate and even Braeden could see the longing look in Derek's eyes when Stiles walked out of a room. The drug muted that and Braeden filled his head with lies. Deception. He was manipulated so far, he couldn't even hear Stiles' heartbeat as he told him the truth.
The angry wolf surged forward, pinning the writhing teen between him and the door. Anger poured from him as his eyes shined their natural red color. He heard Stile's breath catch in his throat, before he choose to spoke.
"Don't you ever come between me and my mate again."
The wolf tried to surge up from beneath the cloudy haze, but was unsuccessful. He did hear the words coming out of his mouth though and he did notice how Stiles' face fell and hurt displayed across his face. Anger took over shortly after, and Derek felt himself being shoved back, before Stiles' desperately angry words made his wolf howl in agony.
"I hope you see you precious mate, for her true self before its too late."
And then he was gone.
Derek felt the sweltering feeling of regret weigh him down as his wolf whined in sadness.
Had he lost his mate?
It was no surprise to Stiles that Derek showed up at his house a few days later looking down right awful. Stiles pretended not to care as he dismissed the werewolf in his room and turned back to his computer screen.
"If there's something you need me to look up for the pack, then kindly write it down and our receptionist will take care of it," Stiles said after a moment of silence, anger flaring up immediately. How dare he be here right now? He heard a shuffling behind him, the sound of a pen and paper and then the window shutting. Slowly, Stiles turned around and noticed a neatly written 'I'm sorry.' with Derek's phone number- as if he didn't already have it. 'Call me when you're ready to talk.'
Stiles let out a howl of anger, flipping open his window and shouting to the woods behind his house. "I'll never be ready to talk to you, you jackass!" He knew the wolf was just lurking behind the tree line, in ear shot. Stiles slammed the window shut and then promptly lined all openings in his house with mountain ash. This was not going to happen. Stiles had shut his feelings down and Derek was just gonna come in here, looking all sexy and sad! No way! Stiles threw his hands into the air and collapsed on his bed in a huff.
He did not care about Derek Hale anymore.
Derek had expected Stiles to act angrily towards him and when he entered the teen's house and smelt the anger rolling off of him, his suspicions where confirmed. He had fucked up. Not purposely, but he knew talking to Stiles now was futile. The teen was just waiting for Derek to say something stupid, so he could just down his throat, he could tell. Derek rather not do anymore damage, so he found himself scrolling down a message on a nearby piece of paper, like Stiles had suggested, before dipping out the window and into the woods.
He had also expected Stiles to react to his letter the way he did and almost chuckled when the boy's head popped out of the window as if on queue. Derek knew Stiles would come around eventually, but he really hadn't expected an overnight turn around.
What Derek hadn't expected was to have to literally sit down and beg Lydia to talk to Stiles and tell him what happened. Stiles had avoided all his calls, all of his texts, every pack meeting for weeks since then and Derek was going wild. Lydia had sat him down at her kitchen table one night, when Derek look particularly mopey at the previous pack meeting and listened openly to his pleading, before sighing pointedly.
"Derek, he's hurt, we all saw what you two had going on. Derek, I'm not supposed to tell you these things, but you better fix this." Her gazed pinned him and he knew exactly what she meant.
"Lydia, he's still young-"
"Derek we're not little teenagers anymore, you know as well as I do the shit all of us have gone through! You can't just turn your back on him, because you're scared he's gonna yell at you! Of course he's gonna yell at you! He loves you!" She yelled, slamming her fist down on the table, before gasping and covering her pursed lips. Derek's breath hitched and he could feel his fangs push against his flesh. "I didn't say that. Point is, fix him." Lydia said sternly, gaze never leaving his face. Derek sat stunned at the statement, trying to reign in the wolf's urge to run away from this and to his beautiful mate.
He was unable to do so, apparently, because he found himself running through the woods that connected Lydia's and Stiles' houses. He was in full Alpha form by the time he strode up to the tree line. It felt good to run for a moment, and he thought about letting loose a roar. However, he needed to surprise Stiles. He had no doubt the boy would line his windows with mountain ash, if he caught wind of Derek.
Transforming back into his normal self, Derek crept silently up to Stiles window. His freckled mate lay in his bed, shirtless with a slight sheen of sweat the sparkled in the moon light. He was the most breath taking thing Derek had ever seen and his wolf yipped happily. He could be theirs. He pushed the window open silently, feet landing on the carpet below, before he climbed onto his mate and buried his nose in his neck. Stiles was awake with a squawk, by the time Derek got to his third inhale.
"D-Derek? What are you doing?" He could feel the boy fail against him, but all that stopped, when Derek pinned him to the bed, one hand holding his arms, the other on his hip. Stiles' heart was hammering and his breath seemed frozen as he stared up at the older male.
"Why won't you talk to me? I'm sorry, Stiles. I get your mad, but I was drugged, she's not my mate. Stop being upset, please." Derek pleaded with his mate, trying his best to display his emotions to Stiles, to show him the truth. Frankly, he wasn't very good at it, but Stiles found it almost... endearing. Stiles knew Derek, and those few sentences meant a lot, coming from him.
However, before Stiles could answer, Derek ambushed him with a fiery kiss. Stiles, momentarily tried to fight it, but the look in Derek's blood red eyes when he had said it, basically left Stiles' body screaming to interact with the Alpha. He kissed back hungrily and once Derek freed his hands, he used them to roam his body. The Alpha rocked against him for a while before they parted and Derek's eyes shone down on him in the darkness.
"Stiles you're my mate," Derek said, eyes dancing over Stiles' naked chest. "Can I claim you now?" Stiles looked almost stunned at that question. In fact, he was stunned. He spurted a few noises, dick hardening in his pants at the thought. He noticed Derek's large buldge, begging to be let out. Stiles got a mischievous look in his eye, before rolling the two over on the mattress.
"Fine, but we do it my way," and Derek grinned, actually grinned. Stiles kissed the man's lips, then jaw before jerking off his shirt and continuing the rest of the way down. His tongue traced his muscular V and dipped into the hem of his jeans. Derek grunted in response, hips shoving upwards. Removal of the pants determined Derek was, of course, hung like a moose. Stiles marveled at his cock, before taking most of it in his mouth and then forcing it down his throat. The wolf in Derek let loose as he came to his true form at the feeling of Stiles' throat encasing his dick.
Derek needed to push into Stiles' real hole and knot him, however, and after a moment of him sucking, Derek flipped the boy so his tender ass was in his face. Derek leaned up as Stiles went to town, and traced his tongue down and into his hole. He felt Stiles' gasp on his cock, which drove him to push hit tongue in and out of the hole, before bringing a finger and pushing it inside the virgin's ass. Stiles pulled off and whined in response and Derek... Derek couldn't handle it anymore.
He took Stiles by the hips and pushed him forward, until he was on his hands and knees. His body molded against his, hot breath hitting the back of Stiles' ear, causing him to moan out.
"Tell me, that I can take you." Derek growled, obviously struggling to hold his wolf back. Though, he would not claim Stiles with out his consent.
"Do it, you fuckin' ass, jeez your more talkative when you should be fu-" Stiles was cut off with a cry as Derek pushed his full length into his seering asshole. The wolf took over at this point, Derek had enough time to spit some, on his length before he began to pound into his mate desperately. As the wolf did most of the work, Derek was left to enjoy his mates reaction. Instead of crying, or begging him to stop, Stiles was cooing Derek on, heaving heavily. He was moaning and screaming and arching his back and asking for more.
Derek gave it to him. Derek gave it to him and every last seed of his knot, moments after Stiles spilled onto the mattress below them with Derek's name on his lips. The collapsed in each other's arms, moments later, panting heavily. Derek's wolf was preening, that was until Stiles opened his fat mouth and totally killed the lustful moment.
"So are we like.. Werewolf married now?" He asked innocently and Derek found himself chuckle, before responding fondly to his goofy mate.
Derek was sure in for it with this one.
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