See chapter 1 for all warnings
Balanced on my Knees
07
Birds are chirping brightly outside and I wiggle on the bed bringing up the covers where a wave of Stiles hits my nose and my eyes snap open.
I really am in Stile's room.
In my boxers.
And there are IVs in my arm and three large empty bottles near the bed, he made me drink those last night, after I collapsed.
This time my head is clear, no dizziness, no pounding headache, no aches anywhere, I feel physically fine.
Downstairs are two heartbeats, Stiles and the Sherriff, I wonder if there is a way for me to sneak out of this, to escape into the night, well day, to avoid the consequences but I know there isn't.
Slowly I sit up and carefully remove the IVs, my feet touch the floor and this time I inch to my feet, there's a short burst of weakness but it fades and I check around the room for my clothes, there's nothing. And I know from past experience that Stiles' clothes don't fit me.
Footsteps on the stairs alert me to Stiles ambling up them, he trips twice, and then he's bounding into his room and I have nowhere to hide, "Derek, you're awake," he looks happy to see me and I don't understand. "Awesome, go shower and I'll make lunch."
Lunch? How late is it? I glance at his bedside clock and blink because it reads almost two in the afternoon.
"I'll put some clothes on my bed for you," Stiles is still talking, "And then we can talk, you know about stuff," he shoos his hands at me and I let him herd me into the bathroom, I know where everything is, it isn't the first time I've been in here.
Peeing I'm surprised how unfull my bladder is, I've drunk a lot of liquid and then the IVs should have put more liquid in me, I guess I was dehydrated which is strange, I'm a werewolf that shouldn't happen. Climbing in the shower I try and eavesdrop on Stiles and his dad but they both come upstairs and I can hear wardrobes and dressers being opened and closed, like they're getting dressed but Stiles was already in his hoodie and jeans. Then they go downstairs again.
Getting out and drying I sling the towel around my waist and go to Stiles' room, as he said there are clothes on the bed for me. They smell like his dad, and I pull on worn sweatpants and faded t-shirt with 'Beacon Hills PD' almost washed off the front of it. The socks are Stiles' and comfy, there is no underwear and I go commando.
Dressed, I pad down the stairs, to find the Sheriff dressed up in nice slacks and a dress shirt, with tie. Damn I must be stopping him from going out somewhere, "Ah there you, dining room please Derek," he points and I do as I'm told.
The dining room is set with three placemats, it looks like the nice cutlery has been put out and there are side plates made of china I've never seen while I've been here before, are they expecting a guest?
And then I see my collar sitting in the middle of the table, it's resting on a few very smart looking presentation folders. I freeze in surprise but then Stiles is bustling into the room with nice looking plates of what must be lasagne and he's putting the plates down. He's dressed up too, nice pants, a shirt, a tie, and I feel very under dressed right now.
"Hey Derek, sit down, I just gotta get the garlic bread dude and we're all set," is all he says as he breezes back out. The Sherriff is watching me so I can't just flee, I slink over to the chair I know they don't sit on and settle in for a damn uncomfortable conversation about the age of consent and how I busted it, god maybe the Sherriff is getting ready to arrest me or else he's going to warn me off of Stiles.
Keeping my hands in my lap I let my sub training take over, I go still and quiet with my eyes downcast, it will be best not to antagonise the Sherriff over anything. The more polite I am now the better this should go, I hope.
When Stiles brings the garlic bread in I'm invited to help myself to food, I'm careful to take small amounts to thank them, to be as non-confrontational to them as I can. My wolf seems to understand and frankly it's revelling in being so close to Stiles, to eating with Stiles, to smelling him and listening to his heartbeat.
The meal is as awkward and as stilted as I thought it would be but there are no accusations and all I can sense from Stiles is a growing nervousness and a slight increase in anxiety. The Sherriff isn't as calm as he's letting on but he's hiding it better, probably more practice.
I have to sit there while Stiles and his dad clear away the table, all except for my collar and the folders, I'm so glad I'm so well trained as a sub, you soon learn to not move and to blank parts of your mind, if not the anxiety from the waiting for your Dom can do can drive you crazy, and you want to please them not piss them off.
They both sit back down, there's no dessert, so this must be the part I'm really going to hate. The Sheriff leans forward putting his elbows on the table, "Fine," he sighs almost defeated, "I hereby give my blessing and full parental consent to this."
That was fairly archaic and I can hear Stiles' heart speed up, he smells happier, still anxious but better, "Thank you dad."
"Don't thank me Stiles, if you screw this up I will keep my promise, do you understand? You will go to the East Coast, and you will never see Derek or any of your friends again for years. There will never be anything like the incident in the train depot again, you will never use him like that again. And if he ever hurts you…" His dad is being very serious, I keep my eyes firmly fixed on the table.
I'm expecting Stiles to say something funny or sarcastic, "Yes sir, I understand," that's not like Stiles and I flick my eyes towards him, he looks just as serious, he catches me staring at him and I drop my eyes instantly. "I might be new at this but I'm going to do the best I can, and I WILL learn from any mistakes I make."
I have no idea what they're talking about.
"Good, now let's get started," his dad takes one of the presentation folders from the pile, there are three of them. "Derek, please pay attention to this," I jerk my head up and give him as submissive an eye contact as I can. He holds the folder out to me, "If you could please take a look at this and point out any errors."
"Yes Sheriff," I aim for polite and wonder if he's drawn up something that won't land me in jail, and then I actually read it and nearly drop it in surprise. It's a contract between Stiles, as the Dom, and me, as the sub. There isn't much there, it's got our full names and I blink in shock at Stiles', our birthdays, there are sections for punishments and rewards that are empty, as are the soft and medium limits, there are two entries under hard limits, one is fire and has my name there, the other is bloodplay and has Stiles' name against it.
The only other section that's filled in is under safewords, Stiles has gone with the red, amber, green set of words, though it has 'To be agreed upon' next to it.
At the bottom is says this is a work in progress and has all the normal out clauses for us so we can dissolve this relationship if it doesn't work. It also has three areas for signatures, mine, Stiles' and his dad's as the parent because Stiles is currently underage by Californian law.
Blinking because I must have misread this somehow I look up to find both Stilinskis watching me thoughtfully. The Sheriff clears his throat, "We're aware that there's a lot missing from the contract, until Stiles is eighteen the contract will reside with me, you will both come to me and we will fill in and amend the contract as we go. Eventually it will be up to you two to keep it up to date and amend it, though I reserve the right to be a mediator where required so either of you can come to me if you need to."
I didn't misread it, it really is a contract, a contract of my own, one that would make Stiles my Dom, I'd be owned for the first time in my life, I'd belong to him and only him. I'm glad neither of them are werewolves or they'd hear my heart trying to beat out of my chest, they'd smell the stupid hope I'm trying not to drown in.
"Also," and the Sheriff turns a very strange colour, "I hereby give permission for kissing, making out, and orgasms to be allowed between you both while under my roof. The only stipulations I have is that there is to be no penetrative sex until Stiles is eighteen, and I do not need to know the details unless you need me to mediate. Okay? And Derek you are allowed to tell him to go to hell if he pushes you for more than you're ready to give." Those last bits are directed at Stiles who's nodding vigorously.
"Absolutely dad, I have no wish for you to find out anything about my almost sex life, the sex talk we had was bad enough," both of them pale at that and then turn to me, "So, Derek, are you ready to make a decision or do you need time to think about it?"
I want this.
I want it so badly.
My wolf is pressing against me trying to get me to give in, it's pointing out that his dad knows all about it, that we'd be collared and bound, that we'd belong no matter what. It wants Stiles, very badly, I want Stiles just as badly.
I never get what I want, that's selfish. I'm selfish. So selfish, and I'm so tired of not getting something for me, I just want this one thing.
"There's no pressure Derek," Stiles says it softly, "We can stay friends no matter what, you'll also still be the Alpha of the local wolves," and that is a joke they don't need me, "I have no interest in being in charge of them so we won't clash there, believe me I would be the last person you should put in charge of them, " and I get another idea, if Stiles isn't interested in being the Alpha, then he's interested in me because of me, which means I could in theory give the power to Scott, and I'd still have a place because Stiles will always have a place.
My wolf doesn't like that idea and lunges, it is not going to give up being an Alpha without a fight, it won't submit to anyone, but it will roll over for Stiles. I don't understand it but I accept it and realise I'm going to be selfish and accept this too, god I hope this is real, that I don't mess up like I mess everything else up.
Both Stilinskis are sitting there so I nod, "Yes, yes I accept," and that's it, a pen is produced and we all sign the contract, the small contract, but a contract none the less.
"Right," Stiles stands up and holds the collar in his hands, "Derek, I know I bought this collar as a joke to make fun of your canine side, but I'd like to think it's a lucky collar because it's also brought me you. So please accept this collar as a very small token of my affection and my intentions for being your Dom."
He's really going to present me with my collar, he's doing it the way I've always wanted. Sliding from the dining room chair I sink to my knees in front of him. I put my hands behind my back and stretch my neck out for him.
I'm balanced perfectly on my knees as he slips the collar around my neck and does it up, his hands tug on the collar checking the fit and then his fingers rub through my hair, "There, now you belong to me Sourwolf."
Now I belong to him and something inside me relaxes for the first time in my life, I let go and hope he catches me, I'm so tired, so worn down, and his fingers never falter on my scalp as I sink down and give him control.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.
