Chapter 10 - Baby's Got a Temper

Warning for drug use and attempted rape.

David climbed into the backseat after Stiles, savagely slamming the door behind him and straddling the boy. He peeled his own shirt off before heaving off Stiles', and then he started undoing his pants.

It was like Stiles was unable to move, he was being shoved about like a rag-doll. He couldn't protest if he wanted to; his body had shut down completely. 'What's going - I thought we were going home.' Everything felt good, his nerves were all alight. He found himself reacting to the touch of the other boy, writhing beneath him as he slid off Stiles' jeans. 'But I don't want-ohh' and then there was nothing; he wasn't even thinking to himself anymore, he was reduced to a squirming mess of pure compliance.

"Scott, wake up! Where in the hell is Stiles?" Derek roughly shook the young werewolf, anger and distress building in his voice, "SCOTT! WAKE THE FUCK UP!" He shoved the boy violently, toppling him over sideways onto the length of the couch.

"Holy shit! Derek?!" Scott came to, looking around rapidly, assessing his surroundings. "What's going on?"

"Where. Is. Stiles?!" Derek implored again, trying but failing to keep a level head.

"He's not… uhhhh… he should be here?' Scott glanced at the TV to see that his game was still on, it was just paused. 'I must have fallen asleep texting while Stiles was in the shower."

"Well, he's not upstairs… any ideas?"

"Lemme check my phone," Scott said, picking it up from the couch next to him where it had fallen. He saw that he had three missed texts from Allison and one from Danny. 'Wait, Danny?' He opened the message, nodding, "He must have sent out a mass text message inviting people to his party!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Danny – he – look," he flashed Derek the phone screen, "He messaged me asking me to go to his party. His parents must be out of town for the weekend. Maybe that's where Stiles went?"

"I'll head over, where does he live?" Derek handed Scott a pen and paper from his jacket pocket and watched as the teen scribbled out the address, then snatched it up and stalked out of the room.

"Wait, Derek!" Scott called, "What time is it?"

"Midnight, why?"

"They're probably not even there anymore; Danny usually goes out dancing on the weekend. Check down at the Jungle first!"

"Fine… if anything has happened to him I swear to god, Scott!" Derek threatened, turning once again to leave.

"I'm sure he's fine, Derek! Calm down!"

"Calm down?! You're telling me to…" Derek's eyes were aglow now, and he was pacing a bit, "You are so incredibly daft! You have no idea what a fucking wreck he was when I found him the other night! What he…" He looked down at his hands and closed his eyes, retracting his claws.

"What happened?" There was a pause. "Derek, tell me what happened! He's my best friend, I'm worried about him!"

"…He'd been running through the woods yelling my name, Scott. When I got him back to my house he threw himself at me. He asked me to…" Derek let the sentence trail off, burying his face in his hands and running his fingers through his hair. "I couldn't just take advantage of him, he couldn't even stand! And then when he woke up in the morning he didn't remember any of it, so I just told him the basics."

Scott just gaped at the alpha, taken aback. "Wow, and you restrained yourself. I guess that's admirable… wait, what if he remembered? He was asking me earlier to go over the details again with him to see if he could remember anything else. He was acting kind of odd all day, like he was stuck in his own head. You… you love him, don't you? He told me about you spending time with him before and… Derek, you have to tell him! He's like, massively in love with you!"

"If he remembered then he's going to know I lied to him about it. Fuck. I should go…"

"I'll get ready and run over to Danny's just to make sure he isn't there. I'm sorry, Derek. I keep failing him."

"Its fine, Scott. Maybe you have a point; maybe I should just man up and have a conversation with him. As for right now, we need to find him, who knows what kind of jam he's gotten himself into?"

Derek took off in a run for the club, making short work of the distance. When he arrived he could smell a faint trace of Stiles in front of the club as if he had been there recently. The bouncer eyed him warily as he approached.

"ID?"

Derek flashed his driver's license and was allowed to enter. He scoped the club for the boy, but was unable to spot him or smell him anywhere. He spotted Danny gyrating with some tall fellow, and stalked over.

"Where's Stiles?"

"Oh, hi Derek… um, I haven't seen him around in a bit, he went out back with David about twenty minutes ago." Derek gave him a hard glare and Danny's face went from one of surprise to one of realization. "He's a friend of Todd's… he likes..."

"Spit it out."

"He likes to take guys back to his car for a good time. I'm sorry…" he looked ashamed, and Derek whirled around to walk out.

When he reached the parking lot around the back of the building, he knew exactly where Stiles was. He could smell him, hear him breathing, could see the fogged windows of the car and it made his stomach drop.

"Mmmmh"

Derek heard the boy groan, and he heard the faint telltale sound of skin rubbing against skin. Then, he heard music start playing. He recognized the musical act, 'Prodigy', a popular club hit.

"This is my favorite song," he heard the other voice in the car drawl, and heard Stiles' breath hitch. "Mmm, that's it, baby. Open up for me."

Derek looked at the ground, his brow furrowed, his hands clenching and unclenching. He heard people nearby whispering, caught the stench of cigarettes on the air, and it took everything he had not to change right then and there. He glared at the onlookers and they retreated, butting out their cigarettes and heading back into the thumping, airless club. He was jealous, he was angry, he wanted to pull whoever it was in that car off of Stiles so he could claim him for himself. He was about to hang his head in defeat and leave, when he finally picked up on something…

Three things, to be exact. One – Stiles' heartbeat. The kid was usually hyper as fuck, his senses out of control, and his heartbeat always sped up like crazy when he was excited or turned on. But, right at that moment, it was slow and arrhythmic. Two – the song David had chosen. The lyrics 'We love Rohypnol, just forget it all… just forget it all…' kept repeating in the small vehicle. And the third and final tell, as he was making his way over to the car, his mind racing, overcome with rage, he heard the boy's voice gasp,

"Derek…"

"You can call me anything you want, baby…"

And then Derek was ripping the back door of that car off of its hinges before the boy's heart hit its next beat.

"What the?! What the fuck, dude?"

This boy, this fucking piece of trash, had his hands all over Stiles; his Stiles. They were both naked, and Stiles lay splayed open as the other boy fingered him. He looked out of it, like he was absolutely wrecked, his back arching at the sensation when the other boy's hand slid free of him.

"GET YOUR FILTHY FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HIM!" Derek roared, grabbing the offending man by the neck and hauling him out of the car before tossing him to the ground violently.

"This must be Derek," David taunted, as Derek laid punch after punch into his face. The wolf was tearing at his seams, howling to be released, and he was ready to give in, when a voice yelled from behind him.

"DEREK!" he whipped his head around, all teeth and red eyes, still hunched over the now-bleeding boy. "Stop!" It was Scott. It appeared as if they were drawing a bit of a crowd, but none of the onlookers would be able to see much from such a distance.

"I'll rip him limb from limb!" He growled, looking back into the eyes of Stiles' assailant. He was shaking now, hands pawing at the arm Derek was using to pin him to the ground.

"P-please, let me go, f-fuck man, what are you –"

"The last thing you'll ever see," he graveled out, ready to strike a finishing blow.

"Derek, stop! You don't need a criminal record over this sleaze-ball. There are people everywhere, what are you doing!?" Scott reached forward and laid a hand on the man's shoulder. "Let him go."

"I can't," Derek hissed, "He was about to rape Stiles…" He could hear Scott's breath catch in his throat, could feel as the boy leaned over him to peer into the car at his friend, sprawled out, naked, and drugged.

"Oh my god, I could kill him myself." Scott snarled, eyes flashing a vibrant yellow. He grabbed onto the side of the car to steady himself; to calm his rage. "We can't. Derek, we can't kill this guy. We're risking exposure, not to mention that's murder!"

Derek said nothing; he just concentrated on taking deep breaths, still pressing David into the pavement.

"Derek…" and then Scott was bending down next to him, "We'll hand him in to the police; he probably still has drugs on him or in his car. Imagine how long he'll go to jail after date-raping the Sheriff's son."

"What's going on over there!?" They heard a shout; a bouncer from the bar had joined the crowd of curious onlookers.

"Search his pants pockets and the glove compartment, and that little storage space in the console." Derek rumbled, and Scott obeyed.

He clambered into the backseat of the car, hoping to avoid any contact with his friend. It broke his heart to see Stiles like this, and being in such close proximity to him in a time like this was dangerous. He found the boy's jeans on the floor of the car and searched the pockets. He pulled out a little baggie with two white, circular pills in it, then continued his search. When he leaned over the console, he brushed up against Stiles' naked thigh.

"Mmm… don't stop," the boy breathed, sending Scott into a panic.

He slid his whole body into the front seat, hoping to get himself out of that incredibly awkward situation, and rooted around in both the glove box and console area. He found another bag of ten pills.

"Jackpot."

"Did you find anything?" Derek asked, "Hurry up, the bouncer is about to come over here."

"Got 'em!"

"Put them back into his pocket and bring the pants."

Scott reached into the back seat, careful to avoid his inebriated friend, and nabbed the pants, slipping the drugs back into the pocket. He then opened the front door and climbed out of the car, handing the pants to Derek.

"Don't give them to me, give them to him" He pointed to David, letting him up so that he could put his pants on. "Don't you even think about running." After the boy climbed into his pants and buttoned them, Derek slammed him against the back of the car, putting his face mere centimeters from the other's. "And if, when you finally get out of jail, you even come within 50 feet of Stiles, I'll torture you in ways you never thought imaginable, and then I'll fucking kill you... there won't be a body left to find." Derek growled, turning to Scott. "Take him to the club; get them to call the police. Make sure they know it was the sheriff's son this guy was raping, and make sure he doesn't get rid of the drugs beforehand." Scott nodded in response.

"I don't want to have to do this to Stiles, but I'm snapping a picture for photo evidence. I'll send it to the police." Scott cringed, getting his phone out to take a shot. Seconds later, he angrily grabbed David by the arm. "Follow me."

Once the masses had directed their attention to Scott and David, Derek crawled into the backseat. By this point, Stiles had all but passed out, and he lay with his head lolling over the edge of the seat. He slipped Stiles into his jeans, careful not to rouse him, and lifted him up so that he was being cradled in his arms. He pulled him into an embrace, inhaling his scent; the fear that lingered beneath the sweat and alcohol. As a few tears escaped Derek's eyes, he opened the door behind him and pulled the boy out into the night, picking him up under the knees to carry him.

"Let's take you home."

Song Credit: Prodigy - Baby's Got a Temper