Scott/Allison Scott/Issac. or Evil Scott. So I've taken the threesome because most of you don't want it, so I am going to stick with the Derek/Stiles with a little bit of Peter/Stiles. But please continue to vote on the Scott issue. Hope you enjoy the chapter guys.
Silence was all encompassing, a call from Derek had Peter out of the apartment ordering Stiles to stay put. The pain Stiles had been ignoring was out now in full force. Stiles had curled up on the ground, tears rolling down his face, teeth clenched. Stiles hungered for pack, for a mate, he craved to belong to somebody. Stiles whimpered, crawling onto his hands and knees, dragging himself onto the couch. It was late at night, and while Stiles was feeling drained sleep was nowhere in sight. Another wave of pain shot through Stiles, shutting his eyes tight. What felt like a hand brushed over Stiles brow.
"Hush child, rest without worry, we are here to protect you, your Stella Patronis".
Pain rushed out of Stiles body, he cracked open his eyes, black smoke filled his line of vision.
"Thank you" Stiles managed to croak out.
The smoke seemed to smile, running it's hand through Stiles hair.
"Sleep now, your wolvesss, are returning, they will… take care of you".
The smoke vanished as the door to the apartment opened, and pain re-entered his body albeit less than before. Stiles longed to curl up with the two wolves and rest, as if it would take the pain away. A light was flicked on causing Stiles to groan loudly in pain. The light was automatically shut back off.
"Stiles, are you okay?".
Derek's voice was soothing against his ears. Peter hand darted forward, pressing against his forehead.
"He is burning up, I told you leaving him alone was a bad idea".
Derek snarled, gathering Stiles into his arms. Stiles purred at the contact nuzzling farther into the touch.
"I'm going to get him into a cold bath, you make something to eat, he'll need it".
Peter nodded as Derek quickly up the stairs, placing Stiles on the bed before running into the bathroom. Stiles groaned at the loss of contact, curling up. Derek came back seconds later, mumbling his apologies as he stripped Stiles bear and placed him into the cold water. Stiles hissed at the contact, scrabbling to get out. Derek placed his hand on Stiles chest, holding him in the water. Once Derek deemed Stiles cooled off enough, he removed the boy from the water, cradling the naked boy in his arms. Peter was standing in the bedroom with a towel. Drying the boy off and dressing him in some warm pajamas was challenging, as Stiles kept trying to curl up on them. Derek sighed holding Stiles close to his body.
"Stiles, there's soup downstairs, you need to eat something".
Stiles shook his head moving himself closer to Derek. Derek stood up, taking Stiles downstairs. Derek sat down on the couch Stiles in his lap. Peter brought over the bowl of soup handing it to his nephew.
"Is this okay?".
Stiles nodded. Stiles managed to eat most of the soup before he began to fall asleep. Peter took the bowl, while Derek got Stiles into bed. Stiles however, refused to let go, causing Derek to have to curl up in the bed with him. Stiles snuggled contently against Derek. Derek had his arm draped over Stiles holding him close. Peter stood at the door smirking at the site of the pair. Stiles looked up at Peter, giving a small smile. Derek seemed to notice the movement, and looked over, he let out a growl. Peter shrugged and left the room.
"How are you feeling?".
"Better, the longing is gone, but it's still uncomfortable when either you or Peter are not close enough".
Derek's hand was rubbing soothing circles on Stiles back.
"Do you think you're up to listen to some news?".
Stiles nodded, eager to hear anything.
"Unfortunately we have nothing on your protector situation, Peter says it will play out sooner or later, and if they aren't here to harm you leave it be. Heathers pack, we now know was killed by hunters, wolfsbane bullets were collected from them. Markus Lefare left his signature there an M.L carved into Heathers back".
Stiles trembled slightly from a mix of fury and grief.
"Fuck, how could they!".
"They are hunters Stiles, they turned and kidnapped you, that's all the excuse they needed".
Stiles buried his head into Derek's chest, tears spilling over. Sobs racked his body, Derek pulled Stiles closer so both arms were wrapped around him, whispering small reassurances into his ear. Once Stiles was asleep, Derek lifted his head, wiping the tears from his cheeks and placed a small kiss to his forehead.
Stiles awoke to a heavy weight on him. Opening his eyes, he smiled as he noticed Derek draped over him. This was home, Stiles had no doubt in his mind, that this is where he's supposed to be. Derek groaned, his eyes blinking open. He smiled at Stiles before rolling onto his back, stretching.
"Good morning".
"Morning".
Stiles laughed at Derek's rough greeting. Glaring playfully at Stiles, he pushed him away. Stiles laughed getting onto his knees and pouncing on Derek.
"You ticklish Mr. Sourwolf?".
Stiles proceed to bring Derek to tears, neither one of them noticing that Peter had entered the room. Peter cleared his throat, causing them both to jump.
"Good to see you are… feeling better".
Peter raised an eyebrow, gesturing to their position. Stiles flushed crimson, scampering off of Derek and the bed. Derek rolled his eyes, leaning farther into the bed giving Peter a challenging look.
"I'm going to shower".
Stiles gathered some fresh clothes before running off to the bathroom. Stiles heard Peter laugh before he turned the water on. He decided he didn't want to hear anymore. Stiles stepped into the warm spray of the shower. So many thing were running through his mind. Why would the hunters do that? How did they even know? How was this going to be solved?. Along with these thoughts came, Derek stayed with him! Derek slept with him! Derek Hale brooding sourwolf wiped tears from his face and helped soothe him. A knock on the door startled him from his thoughts.
"I can hear your heart beating from out here Stiles, better calm down before Derek hears. How would you explain to him your heart is beating this way just for him".
Peter laughed at the growl that ripped from Stiles.
"Go away Peter".
Shit, it wasn't like that, no way. Derek was just doing his alpha duty, he couldn't develop feelings for a man who didn't have any for him. He went through enough of that with Lydia. He may be strongly bisexual, and he may have only been after Lydia because he was to afraid of being even more of a freak than he already was, but that didn't mean he could be in love with Derek Hale. Stiles nodded, getting out of the shower and getting dressed. It was decided, he would not fall in love with Derek. Stiles jumped as a door downstairs slammed. He ran down the stairs, coming to an abrupt halt he came face to face with Markus Lefare. Well shit. Derek and Peter moved to stand in front of Stiles.
"Hello Stiles, you've looked better".
"You agreed to leave Lefare".
Derek growled, eyes flashing red.
"Yes well, I heard you got into some trouble, thought I'd come clean up".
"You killed innocent people, woman and children even men, you're the monster Lefare".
Lefare frowned for a moment before shrugging.
"Whether or not you agree with what we did, we followed the code. They kidnapped a human and forcefully turned you. They broke the rules".
Peter placed a calming hand on Stiles shoulder, before stepping forward.
"What is it that you want, as it was last seen you left and were told to stay away. You happened to agree that as long as the Argents were here, that you would not return".
"I came here to see if Stiles would reconsider our offer".
Derek snarled "What offer?".
"To join us".
Stiles scoffed "I said no then, I'll say no now, besides its obvious I'm a wolf now".
"You're a good kid Stiles wolf or not you're smart and we could use someone like you. Unlike other hunters we still follow the code. We do not kill just for the sake of ridding the world of anything not human".
"I said no, this is my home Lefare, leave".
"We'll be just outside of town if you need us, we won't give up that easy".
Once they had gone Peter and Derek rounded on Stiles. Stiles sighed and proceeded to tell them about his interaction with the hunters. Leaving out the parts about him being unwanted and unappreciated by the pack. Derek and Peter didn't look pleased. How could things get worse than they already had. Oh ya two over protective werewolf's, that counted as worse.