HEART NEVER LIES
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CHAPTER 3
Stiles ran out of the house and sat in his car, started it and went still, his head replaying the whole scene without his consent. His hands gripped the top of the steering wheel, and he rested his forehead on it, letting out all the water of his body through his eyes, crying like he haven't since a very long time. After few minutes, he wiped his cheeks and just when he decided to leave, a chair was thrown through one of the window at the first floor. He heard fighting noises, his heart was drumming and without thinking anymore, he headed the car away from the burned house.
As soon as he felt the young boy outside the house, Derek breathed deeply and opened his fists, freeing the blood that was running from the holes his claws had made in his palms when clenching. The wounds healed instantly. He looked at his hands with anger. He hadn't lost control like that in ages. He had suppressed all the desire he felt for the high school boy for so long, that it had just explode at the amazing pleasure of having him his at last, destroying all the emotional fences he had built around him in a blow. He would have widely grinned at the thought of him finally kissing the boy, and being kissed back with such fever. But his heart broke at the memory of the watery painful look in Stiles' eyes before he ran away. He had involuntarily hurt him and he was now wondering how he would possibly be forgiven. His fists clenched again as his attention was caught by the sound of sobs from outside, from Stiles' jeep. He felt a growl coming from his stomach that he couldn't keep inside. He threw a chair through the window, spreading sharped pieces of glass everywhere. Then he hit the wall and scratched the half-burned remained furniture that were in the room. He eventually stopped, breathing hard, feeling his rage replaced by sadness. He felt down on his knees and looked at his hands. He retracted his claws and sighted. He decided to let go for now, chasing after the boy right now would not be a very good idea. He will talk to him tomorrow.
He sat the rest of the evening in the same room, thinking of what had happened. He didn't realize yet that he actually did kiss the boy. He knew it was wrong, but it felt so right! He licked slowly his lips, reveling in the memory of the young boy's taste. He wanted more of it, much more, a growing desire to watch him shiver from pleasure under his light touches. He wanted to dive his burning look into the two wide irises through which his presence was causing so many intense emotions like distress, confusion or turmoil, to discover the least of this subtly muscular body who was just asking to be his. He wanted him in a way that he never wanted anybody else before. Not even Kate. And he had maybe ruined everything.
It was dark outside when he got pulled out of his thoughts by his cellphone ringing. The named on the screen was indicating Scott. He picked it up.
- Yes?
- Derek, it's me, Scott. Is Stiles still with you?
- No. He left a long time ago. Why?
- He had to call me when back at his house but nothing. And he doesn't answer his phone.
- Did you check at his house?
- No, I went to the police station first as it's on my way from Allison's house. But I'm heading there now. It's really weird. He always answer to me. I'm really worried about him. He didn't seem to go very well these last weeks.
Scott paused, waiting for any reaction from the Alpha but the wolf stayed silent.
- Actually, you did seem acting strangely too, lately. And he stayed over when we left this afternoon. Did he tell you something? Were you the one he needed to clarify something with?
Derek sighed. Well, if the kid was missing, it was probably his fault. He had to inform Scott about what happened.
- Yeah. He wanted to talk to me. But it kinda went bad.
- What do you mean? What have you been talking about, you two?
- He… Well, Stiles is somehow attracted to me. And I've been mocking him about that. He left my house crying.
He heard a choking sound at the other end of the line, then a sort of laugh.
- Are you being serious? Because it's not really a good time for jokes right now.
- Scott… - he growled, getting annoyed.
- Okay, but it's kind of hard to believe. I know he's desperate but… come on! He's attracted to YOU?
- What is that supposed to mean? – he growled even more.
- Nothing. Look, I don't know. Nothing else happened? Because it's not like it was the first time he was turned down by someone. He usually uses sarcasms and move on to another person.
Derek went silent again. He didn't know how to explain.
- Derek! What happened? – Scott suddenly panicked voice asked abruptly.
- It appeared that he was feeling a bit more than a simply physical attraction. I… I kissed him. And then I pushed him away. - he sighed
- You WHAT?! You… You KISSED him ?! Why ?! What the fuck were you thinking? – he yelled on the phone. He paused, an awkward silent floating on the line. – Wait… are you saying that he… likes you ? No way ! He would have told me ! I'm his best friend !
- Can we focus on the fact that I've rejected him and that he's missing? Because I'm kind of getting worried now.
- Yeah, right. You said he left your house crying? It's bad. Wait… – he paused again, getting an eyes-rolling from Derek. – You REJECTED him?! What the fuck is your problem?!
- Seriously, Scott, are you that dumb?! Can somebody have a mind slower than yours?!
- But… Okay, we'll talk about that later. For now, we have to find him. I'll call you back when I get to his house.
- Okay.
Derek hung up. He was really getting worried about the high school boy. Where could he be? He dialed Stiles' number and brought back the phone at his ear. But nobody answered. He sighed, sitting down on the porch of his house, waiting for Scott's call. He hoped he would find him at his house, sleeping so deeply than he didn't hear his phone rang. Half an hour had passed, that had seemed like eternity for the werewolf, when the Beta contacted him again. He felt relieved to know that he was fine, drunk, but fine. Scott was bringing him over his house and he couldn't wait to hear the car approaching.
Derek went back in the room where the boy was still sleeping. He looked at him silently, his heart sinking at the thought of the talk they'll have soon. What was he going to say? He went at the window and sat on the edge, one leg panting unlading and the other resting on the frame. He sighed. Remembering what had just happened those last five hours made him annoyed. He looked up at the sky. The stars were starting to appear and the moon light was wrapping around him. He wished he didn't have those complicated feelings. It had already been a disaster the first time with Kate. And the way he was feeling so much more for this kid, it said to him that nothing good was going to happen from this situation. What got into him?! What was he thinking?! How could he be so attracted to this boy?! He should just say to him that they were not going to make it and that he should just forget about him. Yeah, that was the best thing to do. It would be awkward for a moment, but they would manage to be just friends. That could work.
Stiles woke up slowly, feeling his brain switching on and remembering everything it had happened lately. Oh he wished it had just been a nightmare. He kept his eyes close, trying to avoid the smell of ashes, the perfumed scent he knew too well to whom it was and the different texture of the cover under his skin, like if he was going to wake up in his room if he was wishing it hard. He finally resigned himself and opened his eyes. He saw the Alpha at the window, under the moonlight, his gaze hooked up at the sky. His green eyes were shining, his position made him looks so cool and his face was a little tensed. He looked kind of sad and tired. Stiles tried his best, yes he did, but couldn't keep himself from thinking it: Hell, he was gorgeous! This man was so fucking hot! He sat down on the edge of the bed, his heart jumping again in his chest and swallowed hard when he saw the werewolf turned his gaze to him.
Derek got pulled out of his thoughts by an irregular sound. He turned his head to face the golden eyes, looking at him with an anxious brightness. The high school boy was sitting on the bed, waiting for him to move or say something. But the words were not coming. He was looking at him intensely, trying to read his thoughts but he could only see the tension in every of his muscles and hear his heart racing. Nothing was indicated that he was upset or angry at him but come on! Of course he would be! Derek was starting to drown inside those wonderful irises, forgetting where they were, like if time had stopped.
The young boy licked his lips, clearly getting ill-at-ease by the awkward atmosphere that was floating between them, and Derek moved his gaze to the thin and oh so tempting pieces of skin that were forming his mouth. He remembered that moment were he had kissed him, feeling a growing desire to taste it again. Oh, he was doomed. There was no way he could forget about everything and just return to normal platonic relationship. He was totally falling for him and he could do whatever he wanted to do like it wasn't, the situation will just go mad. He had to face it; if he couldn't hug him, then the Hunters might as well come for him right now.
He looked back at the teen in the eyes when he heard him stand up and clear his throat, not without difficulty.
- Sooooo, I guess the whole thing wasn't a nightmare as my head is still dizzy from the alcohol and I'm feeling so ashamed and depressed that I think I'll just run through the room and slam my head into the wall. – he said awkwardly while moving his shaking hands along with his words.
Stiles was looking at him hesitantly. Facing silence, he felt his heart broke and he nodded before turning away. But as he was moving toward the door, he got stopped by a voice as hesitant as his.
- We need to talk.
Stiles froze.
- Yeah, well, I don't like the sound of that and I surely don't like the idea of talking about anything regarding what had happened, so… no thanks. – he answered without turning back to him.
He wanted to run away, but his legs were still trembling and the standing was already so hard that he was internally mocking himself for thinking about running. He stepped forward though, making the man behind him stand up and move to him.
- Stiles.
The voice was full of emotion. Stiles clenched his fists, feeling his throat hurting under the tears he was desperately trying to keep inside him.
- I'm gonna go home. I need to be alone for a moment so… please… don't call… don't come over… just… forget about me for a while.
- Stiles. – he simply said again, with a pleading voice.
As he was moving to the door, he felt Derek's warm hand grabbing his but he still didn't look at him. He knew he would break a little more if he was diving in those beautiful emerald eyes.
- Stiles. – he repeated, grabbing the other arm to make him face him.
- Fuck off! Am I asking too much when I say I want to be alone?! – he yelled, trying to break free but the wolf was too strong for him.
- We need to talk. What has happened earlier, it is not what you think.
- Yes, it is. There's no misunderstanding, I've got the whole idea pretty well, don't worry about it. You had your fun, mocking me, but now it's enough. Do you think I'm happy with those feelings? Absolutely not! So now, if you'll excuse me, I just want to bury myself for few days, just the time for my shame to fade away and then get over you and try to have a normal life. I'll say to Scott that I won't get involved anymore in your little werewolves adventures so that you won't have me in your legs, bothering you all the time.
- You don't bother me. And I don't hate you.
- Oh yeah? So why are you persecuting me since you've discovered that I'm attracted to you? You keep mocking me since then, trying to break me, ignoring me then flirting with me. I am so tired of this little game of yours.
- So am I. That's why Scott brought you at my house. He knows.
- What…? How… ?!
- I've told him. By the way, he was pretty sad you didn't tell him yourself. - he said, ignoring the shocked face in front of him. - And the reason I've been a jerk with you is just... you... intimidate me.
Stiles stared at him, mouth opened and eyes widened. He stood up after a long silence and looked at him disappointed.
- That's all you've got? I mean, you have spent months, imagining so many ways to belittle me, to mock me just for telling me that now? Come on, Derek, I know you can do better than that! Come on, have another try. You don't really think you'll play me around again with this shitty excuse, don't you?!
- Stiles, I'm not playing anymore. I try to have a serious talk with you.
- A serious talk? A SERIOUS talk?! By saying that YOU, the big Alpha, is intimidated by ME, a freaking geek who has a crush on a fucking werewolf? Please, tell me you're kidding me!
- I knew it wasn't going to be easy. – Derek sighted.
- Oh, let me guess! What happened earlier, it was because you were afraid of me, right? – He was openly mocking him.
Derek didn't answer anything. He just fixed him, too bored by his automatic sarcasms he always used as self-defense in awkward situations. Stiles was getting more uncomfortable as silence was longing. He lowered his gaze.
- Can we just forget everything? Please? Like if nothing had happened? - he asked with a weak voice.
Derek freed the boy, his heart felt empty all of a sudden.
- Is that what you really want?
- How can you... Seriously? You're asking me that? - he said with a growing anger.
Stiles clenched his jaw, looking angrily at the alpha. He opened his mouth but closed it and turned his back, making a step toward the exit. Then he stopped, faced the wolf again and stepped back close to him, pocking a finger on the muscular chest.
- You... You rejected me. - he said, sorrow shinning in his eyes. - What did you expect?
- I told you I did not reject you.
- So what was it? Why did you push me away?
- I... It was just... - he said hesitantly, not finding the words.
- Yeah, that's what I thought. Well, here's the news; I am not your doggy chew toy. I'm not here to entertain you when you need it and then left aside when you're tired of playing with me. - the boy said bitterly.
Stiles clenched his jaw again then turned to the exit. A hand grabbed him and his lips were suddenly caught by Derek's ones, kissing him hotly. Stiles broke the kiss after a moment, reminding he was angry with the man but he didn't have time to think about anything. Derek stepped closer, making him move backward until his legs bumped into something. Then Derek pushed him and his heart stopped while he felt himself fall. As soon as he landed onto the bed, the wolf lied down on him. Stiles opened his legs against his will, cursing his self-inside for wanting the Alpha so badly. It was like if two persons were inside him, torn between the fear to be just a toy and the huge desire he had for the werewolf. Derek pressed himself on the young body, putting his hips against the boy's ones.
Stiles would have blurted out an "Oh God" if his throat had not been already filled in by a little moan. He pressed his lips right away, feeling ashamed for letting this kind of sound passing through his mouth. Derek breathed against his neck, making him shiver hard, his hand clenching on the wolf's shirt with desperation. He closed his eyes while the Alpha's lips were kissing along his neck up to his jaw then his ear, softly biting the earlobe. Stiles' breathing was getting hard, like if there was too much pressure on his chest. He wanted to tell the wolf to stop but he had never felt so much pleasure in his entire life that he didn't fight it. He put his hands under Derek's shirt and caressed his back, sticking him closer on him. He started to get dizzy under the man's attentions but then the kisses and the soft bites stopped. He cursed himself for the frustration that was growing inside him instead of the relief he should have felt. He could only feel the hot air caressing the sensitive skin of his neck and waited for the wolf next move. But nothing came. He stood there still, wandering what he was doing and if he had to push him away. He started to worry when he felt the werewolf's breathing getting heavier and faster.
A shiver ran through his body. He was starting to get really worried. Hopefully, or sadly, he couldn't see that the werewolf had bright red eyes, hands full of sharp claws and big fangs at few millimeters from his offered and tempting throat, ready just for him.
To be continued…
Author's note: I am so sorry for the wait! I had this third chapter almost finished when I had post the second one online and I don't know why, everything I was writing for the end of this chapter was not satisfying! I think I have written like 20 different endings! I kept some of the best for other fic's ideas, but I erased the others. I wrote some good ones, but it was not fitting in this story. I finally managed to do it, I'm not really satisfied, it's not like I wanted it in the first place, but I couldn't do better, so I hope you'll enjoy it anyway. Please, tell me, sincerely, what you think about this chapter and if it's that bad, I'll write it again. And also, do you like rated M stories? :P I was planning to write one for the end and I prefer to ask you, my lovely readers, if you want one. If most of you ask for it, I'll write one. So, review please? :D
