Author's Note: Explicit content rated M for a reason, rape trigger warning!

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It'd been too long.

Stiles could barely look up but when he heard commotion, his interest let him turn his head to see. His felt his heart skip a beat-and not in the good way-when he saw a sharp jawline and muscled shoulders. Derek. She'd gotten Derek.

He hoped it was a rescue but he seriously doubted it. Derek was thrown onto the cot Stiles had become very familiar with and, where he was now tied in his new place bent over the bench, he could clearly see the werewolf if he just turned his head. He did, his chest aching just to see a familiar face that wasn't Kate's.

Derek had a wolfsbane bullet in his shoulder, evident by the purple wisps rising from the wound, and his skin was starting to rot. The wound wasn't a kill shot though. Stiles was guessing Kate had used the bullet like a tranquilizer dart. This was confirmed when Kate chained Derek to the cot and dug the bullet out. It hit the floor with a clink.

Stiles watched as Derek slowly regained a little bit of strength and tried to fight her. The cot was so heavily reinforced, though, and the chains were so thick that all Derek accomplished was drawing his own blood. Kate grinned and licked it off his wrists.

Stiles stomach churned but not just at the blood or at that look from Kate-the one that always led to pain or suffering. Because the way Kate looked at Derek was so much worse. It was so much more hungry and gleeful, like having power over Derek was the ultimate drug. He watched as Kate quite literally ripped Derek's clothes off, tearing at the seams. Derek fought her and fought hard-harder than Stiles expected-but the chains must have been smelted with wolfsbane or mountain because it got him nowhere.

So when Kate ripped off his boxers, there was nothing Derek could do. Stiles watched and it hurt so much more than anything Kate did to him because Stiles knew Derek well enough to know how bad this was-after all, it was Kate. He watched her rub down between Derek's legs and then begin to pump. She wasn't playing around with any of the little toys she'd tortured him with; she went straight for Derek's dick.

As he watched, he had to marvel. It was twisted but at this point what wasn't? There was a naked Derek Hale in front of him and he was going to take in everything he could. Because damn he was gorgeous. Stiles had seen a lot of dicks in his lifetime, even pornstar dicks-though that seemed so long ago, and nothing compared to Derek.

The real Derek was so much better than the one in Stiles' head had been. Now, it didn't seem so bad that he used to fantasize about the werewolf, about what he looked like under those dark clothes. Were there a lot of scars? Did werewolves even have scars? Was it flawless with the only mark being Derek's signature tattoo? He'd wondered, and now he was even more impressed than his imagination had been. Stiles could have kissed every inch of that skin without ever getting bored-scarred or not. It would've felt so good to kiss any part of Derek…

"He's delicious isn't he, baby?" Stiles didn't even wince anymore, he just blinked. But Derek, it seemed, was taken by surprise and twisted his head on the cot. He met Stiles's eyes with his own glowing red ones and Stiles could've sworn he saw something in the wolf shatter. Suddenly Derek looked so damn defeated it hurt.

Stiles couldn't tell if it was seeing his condition and realizing that Derek was in for the same, if it was the fear that whatever torture he went through Stiles would witness it, or if it was just the little detail that made it all too real. He would've understood any of them. Whatever it was, Derek looked broken beyond repair.

Those deep red eyes looked back up at Kate and he swore and hurled insults at her but it was for show. Stiles could tell the fight wasn't in him anymore and so could Kate. She laughed and simply squeezed Derek's balls until he went silent.

"Keep watching, baby, he only gets better." From the angle Stiles was looking at, he could see the frantic heaving of Derek's chest and could only imagine what his heartrate was like. He'd been like that his first time. He pitied Derek, slightly, but more than anything he felt for him with something more like empathy. It didn't even seem weird to see so much pain in Derek's face. The usual emotionless, stoic expression Derek usually wore wasn't fitting for a hellhole like this or for a psycho like Kate. With a hmph, Kate pumped the limp cock in her hand with a slight twist of her wrist and Stiles recognized that too.

He watched, his chest starting to ache, as Derek got hard under Kate's constant stimulation and he knew that feeling. Hating himself for letting Kate think he liked it. Even if it was a beautiful dick, Stiles noted. Especially with Derek's history with Kate, it had to be brutal to be toyed with like this. But neither of them had a choice.

Kate was different with Derek, though, and Stiles noticed it rather quickly given his permanently fuzzy mind. With him, Kate was domineering and sadistic but with Derek she was downright cruel. She relished in his pain and Stiles could tell from the look on her face-she was planning something. Something she wouldn't have done with Stiles. Something she'd been saving, waiting for Derek.

When Derek's dick was mostly hard, Kate flashed him a grin and lowered the waist of her jeans. Slowly, she pulled them off like she was a fucking hooker. This was different-she'd never done anything with Stiles using her own body. Stiles couldn't breathe for a second. She couldn't actually…? But hell it was Kate and what hadn't she already done that wasn't just as bad? Still, this was somehow worse, more intimate and vindictive. And she'd been saving it just for Derek.

She took in a deep breath like a coke addict and straddled Derek no matter how much he tried to struggle. With a chuckle, she forced her lips on his and kissed him. Derek thrashed against it but the chains held him still. Until suddenly Kate fell back, a small yelp leaving her mouth, and she held her lower lip. Her hand pulled away to show blood. He'd bitten her. Stiles was impressed and for some reason kind of proud of Derek for having the fight to do that and the courage to follow through. The most he'd done was spit on her and he'd gotten hell for that.

"You're going to regret that, sweetie." So Derek was sweetie-interesting. Ever since she'd gotten her hands on him, Kate had called Stiles baby and never his actual name. He'd had a theory back when his mind still mostly functioned that it was a way of dehumanizing her victims but with Derek, it seemed, it was the opposite. Maybe that was what she'd called him when they were together.

In one swift motion, Kate sank down on Derek's dick. She threw her head back and moaned but Derek's chest lurched-almost like he was going to throw up-and he tried again to fight. When his wrists wouldn't even move, he deflated.

Defeat washed over him and Stiles wished he could've helped somehow or done something. He wanted to take Derek's head in his lap, to cradle it in his hands, to cover his eyes and trace his face and promise everything would be okay. It didn't occur to him until later how sick he really was. He hadn't even considered being able to get Derek away from this or being able stop Kate; he thought his only option was to help him through it.

Kate rolled her hips, fucking herself on Derek's cock, and Derek groaned a mix between anger and bitter pleasure. With no fight left in him, Derek let his head fall to the side again. He met Stiles' eyes.

Oh God.

Stiles hadn't said that word in a long time-since he'd stopped praying for someone to come and rescue him. Now, he said it more out of pain than anything else. Because Derek was starting to cry.

Stiles didn't know why he found that so shocking, especially given how numb he'd become, but it was. Somehow he'd never imagined that Derek could or would cry. Still, it wasn't like Stiles hadn't cried his first time with Kate and it hadn't even been this bad. This kind of assault was so much worse. It was so personal-the kind of thing Derek would never be able to escape even if they did get out alive.

"Oh fuck yes!" If Derek hadn't jumped and winced at Kate's voice, Stiles wouldn't have even noticed she spoke. However long he'd been stuck with her was long enough to learn. It was better to ignore her voice, to pretend it wasn't happening, than to take it in like it was reality.

But looking at the strong, terrified face only a few feet from his, Stiles could tell Derek wasn't doing that. Derek didn't know to disassociate yet. Shit, what was he supposed to do? It wasn't like there'd been someone to help him through it so how the hell could he help Derek?

"It's okay" he mouthed, not realizing his subconscious had apparently made a decision. Derek didn't respond, knowing Kate would see, but the desperation in his eyes seemed to ease a little bit. It wasn't much but any little bit helped, Stiles reasoned.

Kate continued to moan and fuck Derek-raping him-but Derek didn't look. Stiles remembered watching the machine milk his cock and how much worse that had made it; he was determined not to let Derek do the same. He didn't say anything more-he couldn't-but he kept their eyes locked on each other. Derek's deep, tear-filled brown to his numb, tortured hazel.

Tears streamed down the alpha's cheeks but Stiles wouldn't let him look away. Kate's breathing was faster now and she was getting into it but Stiles didn't let Derek look at it. Just like a broken leg-if you looked at it, it became a thousand times worse.. Somehow, keeping the eye contact seemed to help. It was like an anchor against the pain and shame; like someone holding his hand through the torture.

Kate came with a scream and judging by the elongated canines, Derek had too. Without a condom. Could werewolves get were-jaguars pregnant? Was that even a thing or was that Kate's whole plan? Regardless, she let out a breath and grinned down at her plaything who still didn't break eye contact with Stiles. She didn't really seem to care though. A few sloppy kisses at Derek's throat and she stepped off of him, grabbing her clothes as an afterthought and slamming the door behind her.

Derek was still crying, shaking on the cot. Stiles could tell he was ashamed of it and of what had just happened and it probably didn't help that Stiles had witnessed the entire thing. What was he even supposed to say with something like this, though? He couldn't ask if Derek was okay-that was a stupid question with an obvious answer: no. And who was he to tell Derek everything was going to be alright when he'd been stuck down here for what felt like years?

"It's okay to cry." Somehow they still hadn't broken the eye contact but Derek grimaced. "Really, I used to cry every time." In any other situation, Stiles would've been yelling at himself for telling Derek so much of something so personal. But now? They were together in this.

"Used to?" Even though it was choked out between half-sobs, Stiles understood and nodded. The conversation would, at the very least, distract them both from the aftershock and the effects of what just happened. He hated seeing that pain and terror in Derek's face. But, for some reason, it was worse than his own.

"Yeah, used to. You go numb after a while. Although she's different with you-she never did that to me." Derek swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"Stiles, I'm sorry." Wait, what? He'd expected a lot of things but an apology was not one of them. Unless it was from Kate which, honestly, would've been even weirder.

"For what?" Derek was still crying but Stiles seemed to be used to it because it didn't hurt as much to look at now. Stiles hated that thought, though-that he was used to someone he loved suffering. Wait, what the hell? Since when was Derek someone he loved? A crush, yes, but love?

"For getting you into this. You don't deserve this." God, yes love. When the hell had that happened? When had he even had the time to fall for Derek Hale?! He didn't even know what was happening in the conversation anymore because he was so caught up in his own head.

"You don't either." There was a protest on Derek's lips but he held it in. Stiles was glad; he wasn't in the mood to argue. The fact that Derek was going to, and was prepared to, argue that he deserved this hell, though, hurt Stiles' heart more than it should have.

"Stiles," Maybe it was the freshly-tortured smell to the room or the tears still drying on Derek's cheeks but he seemed so much more honest and emotional than the usual Derek. "You know why she took you, right?" Frankly, Stiles loved it. It didn't matter what Derek said just seeing this raw genuineness was enough of a turn on.

"Because I'm the weakest link." That was it, too, Stiles reasoned because he was. He'd practically helped Kate kidnap him with his own carelessness and he hadn't fought her half as long or as well as Derek had. He was the weakest link, it just made sense.

"No, that's not it at all." Derek's pupils widened suddenly as he looked at them and the alpha swallowed hard again. "It's because she knows what you mean to me."

Okay now he was definitely hallucinating. It'd been too long since his last IV drip and he was mixing dehydration with low blood sugar. But hey what the hell? If it was just a hallucination what was the harm in playing it out? Like a dream world or an escape, it would help him survive longer in this hell hole right?

"Because of what I mean to you, right." Stiles' voice was more skeptical than he'd meant it to be. Just because it was a hallucination didn't mean Derek wouldn't act like Derek and walk away at the slightest bit of sass. Besides he might as well hear hallucination Hale out.

"Yes, because I love you. Because she knew you were the only one I would risk everything for." Well damn if this hallucination wasn't turning out more like a dream every second. Might as well change Hallucination Hale to Dream Derek. Being the one person Derek would risk everything for? Straight out of one of his fantasies.

"Well good because I've been in love with you since forever." Might as well be honest with Dream Derek. It wasn't like he was ever going to be able to say it Derek's face, let alone hear it back. Right now, even Dream Derek was giving him the silent treatment.

Stiles glanced over and saw the beautiful form still bound to the cot but now completely passed out. All the better he hadn't heard it even if he was a hallucination. He didn't want to take the chance. But Derek's peaceful-ish expression let a bit of his own anxiety fade and before long the stress and the hunger got to him. He passed out with the word Derek still hanging off his lips.


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