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The Strongest Feelings
Chapter 11
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Derek dodged the attack, rounding, and facing Deucalion again. The older man didn't take a moment, he jumped at Derek again, this time not missing and instead pinning him down with his teeth. He drug his claws deep into Derek's flesh, ripping through the muscles and veins.
"I'm going to murder your entire family!" Deucalion roared as he started to assault Derek's face, ripping at the flesh.
Derek held out, holding back the man as much as he could. "You're not killing anyone!" Derek growled back.
Deucalion laughed, his mouth full of oozing blood. Derek managed to shove him away and stand, his body battered, but not broken.
"Do you really think that you can beat me?" Deucalion laughed harder, his eyes still, but his mouth raging in a fit. Just as he drew his claws again he was shoved hard forward by Scott from behind. Deucalion landed on a tree stump, standing up right, and pissed.
"So the feral pup decided to join us." Deucalion shook his head.
"Derek?" Scott asked staring at the bloody mess on the other side of Deucalion.
"Concentrate!" Derek hissed, his face was almost unrecognizable.
Scott swallowed hard, trying to ignore the mess of Derek's face and charged at Deucalion. The older man did a backflip and pulled a stick from the ground, launching it at Scott's head. The stick scratched the side of Scott's face, causing the boy to bleed, but missing his head and sticking out of a tree truck a ways away.
"This can't be all you have?" Deucalion laughed. "You can't expect this to last long!"
Derek came up from behind, grabbing the older man's legs and causing him to topple over. Scott was on top of him in a second scratching and biting at his back and head. Deucalion managed to twist around and grab Scott's throat, squeezing it and rendering the teen motionless.
"You can't beat me!" The man laughed. "I'm going to butcher all of you!" He roared.
Derek drew his claws and stabbed them into Deucalion's back. The Alpha roared, screaming in pain, as he tried to get away.
"You aren't touching anyone!" Derek hissed. Deucalion lost his grip with Scott, allowing the teen to join in and stab the Alpha in his back. Derek then grabbed his head, nodding to Scott, the teen held the man down hard and Derek ripped the head of Deucalion from his body, tossing it across the woods.
He took a deep breath, roaring loudly, before he relaxed back into himself. Scott still breathed heavily, trying to regain a little bit of himself.
"I…" Scott started, but couldn't go any further.
"Go check on Isaac. I can't." Derek said looking at the ground.
Scott was about to ask why, but realized instantly that his face was still mangled. Taking a few deep breaths he hurried into the house looking for Isaac. He found the blonde teen in his room cowering next to his bed, little sobs escaping him.
"Isaac, everything is okay now!" Scott said, but he didn't move. He leaned down and touched Isaac's shoulder, the boy jumped and flinched away; turning and looking at Scott confused.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked, but Isaac just stared at him with wide eyes. "Deucalion is gone…hey?" Scott waved his hand in front of Isaac and he followed it with his eyes.
What's wrong with him? Why won't he say anything?
"Can you hear me?" Scott asked.
Isaac stared at him with fresh tears still streaming down his face. He started to shake his head confused. Scott leaned down and hugged him. "It's okay Isaac. It's okay buddy." Scott said rubbing his back as Isaac sobbed onto his shoulder.
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"This is stupid!" Stiles yelled pacing the room.
"You can't just run over Stiles, you have the kids now." Deaton said checking out a dog.
"What if he needs help?"
"I'm sure he can handle it. Besides, you are only human."
"It doesn't matter."
"Stiles-"
"I mean Derek isn't superman. He can still die and he won't tell me what's wrong and no one is picking up their phone!" Stiles walked around the room in complete worry.
"The children can sense when you're worried." Deaton said softly checking the dog's breathing.
"What? Is that a common wolf power thing?"
"No, but because Derek can do it they can do it too. Of course they can only control the emotions of those they mate with later on in life. Until then they can feel when you are worried."
Stiles looked over at his twins, they were both staring at him with wide worried eyes and he felt his stomach drop.
"I'm sorry guys!" Stiles said unbuckling them. He picked them both up and sat down in a chair. "I just want to know where your papa is." Stiles started to tear up a little, but he blinked them away as he bounced the babies on his knees. He had to be strong for them, even if they did or didn't understand the full situation.
"I'm sure whatever happens, Derek will be okay." Deaton said putting the dog back in his cage.
"I hope." Stiles said just as they heard the front door bust open.
"DEATON!" He heard Scott yell. The doctor ran around front and Stiles stood quickly, putting the babies back in their carriers and bracing himself. A moment later they came around, but there was no Derek. Isaac was crying, bawling actually, as Deaton guided him to the table.
"Relax, relax!" Deaton said patting the teenager's knee. He grabbed an instrument from off the wall and started to look inside Isaac's ears.
"What's wrong with him?" Stiles asked Scott.
"I don't think he can hear, something happened to his ears." Scott said worried.
"What about Derek? Is he okay?" Stiles asked holding his hands together.
"Yeah...he's okay as he can be." Scott said thinking about to Derek's face. It wasn't pretty at all. As a matter of fact he was worried more for Stiles and if he'd even recognize him.
"What does that mean? Is he hurt? Why didn't he come with you?"
"He's…just getting this together at home. Don't worry, what about you?"
"I'm fine. What's wrong with you neck?"
Scott touched his neck, feeling the sensitivity of the area. "It's nothing."
"T-there's blood on your arms…" Stiles said noting when he put them up to check his neck.
"Oh my." Dr. Deaton said grabbing the boy's attention. "Isaac's ear drums have been shattered."
"Will he be okay? Will his hearing come back?" Scott asked concerned.
Deaton patted Isaac on his shoulder as he spoke. "It will take a while. Maybe a week or two because it's very complex tissue."
"But it will come back?" Scott asked.
"Fully." Deaton said nodding. "Just make sure to keep him away from loud noises."
"Okay." Scott said taking full responsibility for Isaac's recovery.
Stiles sat down again, putting his head in his hands. "I want to go home now." He mumbled.
"Stiles." Scott touched his shoulder, but he shrugged away.
"Something happened to Derek, didn't it?"
"Let's just go home, Derek is…he's okay." Scott said. "I promise you that. I wouldn't lie to you Stiles."
The teen looked to Isaac, but he knew he couldn't give him any idea of what was going on. Instead Stiles nodded and grabbed his children so they could ride together back to the Hale house.
"I wish you would give me a hint!" Stiles said as they drove through town. Isaac was in the front seat trying to hold back tears as Scott drove, Stiles was in the back with the children.
"He's okay." Scott said reaching over and touching Isaac's arm. The boy looked over at Scott and he smiled back at him trying to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. "Besides you need to calm down a little. I think you're upsetting them." Scott said looking in the rare mirror at the twins who looked a little stressed as well.
"Deaton said I should stop…" Stiles bit his finger nails trying to think of something else to distract him, but even with Isaac suffering in the front seat, he couldn't help but only think about Derek and if he was okay. He was his mate, his husband, and the father of their children. How could he not?
What if he's missing an arm? What if he's deaf as well? What if someone shot him? Mane him? Destroyed his soul? What if he's bleeding out dead somewhere? I can't deal with this…oh god…
Stiles started to feel his chest tighten, and his head started to feel light and spin. Tears started to form in his eyes as his breathes became shallow. He felt the weight of the world starting to crush down on him, destroying him with every breath. Grabbing the seat, Stiles tried to concentrate on deeper breathes, but it was barely working.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked turning.
"I…I can't breathe…" Stiles wheezed as he looked around with wide eyes; tears now falling.
"Oh crap, hold on let me see if I have a bag. Stiles just…" Scott couldn't think of anything to stay. He just screeched through the car until he found a bag from a store trip earlier in the week and handed it back to Stiles. The teen took it and placed it over his face and breathed into it, trying to calm down, but his chest tightened farther until he started to feel like he was swimming inside himself.
"Scott…" Stiles breathed holding his head between his hands.
"We're almost there!" Scott said speeding up.
"I…I…" Stiles covered his mouth thinking he had to puke, but before he could dry heave, he passed out, the world darkening to black.
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When Stiles came to later he was in the living room with Isaac, who had his arms wrapped around himself. He sat up, feeling queasy, but better than before.
"Where is Derek?" He asked, but when Isaac stared at him with blank eyes all his memories flooded back to him. He covered his mouth for a second before he stood up to look around the house and find his phone.
He found Scott on the front porch texting.
"Where are the kids and Derek?" He asked.
"The twins are upstairs and Derek is busy." Scott said putting his phone away. He looked up at Stiles. "Are you okay? You have me worried."
"I'm fine, I just really need to see Derek." Stiles said wrapping his arms around himself. "I feel horrible about Isaac. I don't know what happened…but he doesn't deserve that…"
"Deaton said his hearing will be back in two weeks. I wrote him a note when we got home so he'd understand fully."
"Good."
"Why don't you check on the twins?"
"I will…I just…Derek…" Stiles put his hands in his pockets.
"I don't think Derek would like me if I told you, but you're really stressed out so maybe I should…but I don't want you to freak out…"
"Tell me!"
"We got in a fight with that guy from your wedding, the one with the sunglasses. I think his name was Duc…Duke…something…but it was bad, and he clawed Derek's face off practically. He's avoiding home so you don't see him like that."
"What?"
"I don't think you could handle it, I couldn't handle seeing him like that…it looked gross."
"But he's a werewolf, you guys heal super quickly!"
"I guess if an Alpha attacks you it takes longer? Just give it a day or two. He just doesn't want to scar you again." Scott said standing. "After…after last time."
"Last time…" Stiles took a deep breath and nodded. "Twins…" He said turning and entering the house. Upstairs Talia and Cade were wide away in their crib. It was almost time for them to start learning how to crawl and walk, and he could Talia was going to be the first one to do it. She loved to kick. Cade was much more laid back.
He picked Talia up first, then Cade and sat down in the rocking chair in the corner. He missed Derek more than anything, but at least he knew why he was gone. It was true that he had a weak stomach around blood, and he wasn't great around needles either, but he wanted to see his husband, regardless of all of that.
"Do you guys miss, papa?" Stiles asked rocking them. Cade snuggled close to his daddy, why Talia grinned and kicked him hard in the stomach. "Jesus, Talia, no!" Stiles frowned, but couldn't stay mad long. They were both too precious for him to be angry with. At the moment he heard a rustling at the window. He stood up and peeked over, but didn't see anything, and why should he? You're on the second floor, Stiles, get it together man!
He shook his head and sat back down with his twins and decided to sing to them since he had nothing else to do except wait.
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Around 10:30 Scott left to visit Allison before he went home leaving Isaac and Stiles alone in the large house with the twins. Most of the time Stiles didn't mind, but tonight was going to be hard without Derek. He knew the werewolf had to be close, he wouldn't leave his entire family unprotected, but he wanted him closer.
"Cheer up." Isaac said in a small voice and Stiles snapped out of his thoughts to stare at the teen across the table. He forgot that Isaac still could talk, he just wasn't. He started to reply to him, but then grabbed a pad and pen and started to write.
I just really miss Derek.
Scott didn't tell me anything
About where he is.
Isaac nodded. "He'll come back." He said again in his soft voice and Stiles nodded, but it was hard to live with. After dinner Stiles decided to clean the dishes and asked Isaac to check on the babies. While he was working he felt a chill run up his back. He turned around quickly, but no one was there.
"I should just go to bed…" Stiles said turning off the water and laughing to himself. He thought back to when he first met Derek and would have given his left nut to have the older man leave him alone.
Funny how things change.
Upstairs he met Isaac in the nursery where he was feeding Cade a bottle of milk before putting him to sleep like Talia. Stiles smiled at him and he smiled back before he closed the door and went into his own room and flopping down on his large bed.
"Derek I don't know what your problem is but I need you here with me to go to sleep…" Stiles mumbled into his pillow.
"Are you sure about that?"
Stiles sat up and looked around the room, his eyes landing on the figure on the other side of the dark room. He started to get up, but he told him to stop.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asked.
"I don't want to scare you." Derek said in the darkness of the room.
"What is the big deal? I'm not going to have nightmares about my own husband!" Stiles stood.
"Listen, I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, but trust me it is."
"Scott and Isaac saw you and they're fine!"
"Scott is the only one who saw me." Derek sighed. "Stiles, I've been watching over you all day, and I'm sorry but I can't."
"What if I keep the lights off like right now, will you get into bed with me?"
"No."
"This is ridiculous!"
"I'm sorry."
Stiles became quiet for a moment in thought. Whatever it is, it's physical and he thinks it's going to scar me. Seeing a dead body is one thing…but seeing Derek alive and okay is better. I can handle this.
"Go to bed Stiles."
"Nothing I can say will convince you?"
"No."
"What if I just turned on the light right now?"
"I'll break the light."
"…let's see how fast you are!" Stiles said instantly turning on the light in the room while looking in the corner. He gasped while at the same moment Derek broke the light, but he wasn't fast enough to hide from Stiles' eyes. He felt his stomach drop and his heart rise.
Derek was a mess from the neck up, his throat was slashed opened, with a huge un-bleeding gash. The skin on his face was torn back, exposing the raw flesh underneath, slowly healing, and his nose…his nose was scarred and damaged. He didn't look like Derek at all. He looked like a monster.
Monster
Monster
Monster
Stiles covered his mouth as Derek just stood there staring at his mate. He knew Stiles was never going to be able to forget. He had a solid memory.
"Maybe that was a bad idea…" Stiles said sitting down slowly. "Yeah, I'm positive that was a bad idea."
"I tried to tell you."
Stiles tried to shake the image away. "Will…you be okay?"
"It'll be fine in a few days." Derek said keeping his voice soft.
"Right…okay…" Stiles put his thumb nail in his mouth and started to bite it off. "I can deal with that."
"You should learn to follow directions."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, my teachers said the same thing but look at me now. I'm married to the greatest guy and I have two kids." Stiles said quickly. "I still love you. This doesn't change anything. Unless you think it should. But I don't think so…"
"Stiles..."
"And I don't want you to think you're ugly, because you aren't. You're great."
"Stiles…"
"And I don't want you to think that this is going to scare me or anything, because it isn't. I'm more freaked out by your werewolf form…not that I hate that either. You're a handsome looking man. I'm very happy to have you."
"Stiles!"
"Yes?"
"I get it."
"Okay…good…great…I'm…going to bed…" Stiles smirked into the darkness of the room before he pulled off his shirt and laid down. "Good night."
"Good night. I'll be here."
He heard Derek sit down in a chair on the other side of the room and Stiles felt comfortable enough to fall asleep…after a solid hour.
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The next two weeks were very hard for the Hale Household. Stiles and Scott were dealing with the most while Derek stayed out of sight and Isaac learned to cope with not being able to hear. Scott would come by after work and stay until 11:30, see Allison after, then go home around 1 in the morning. Isaac would cook and clean, and check on the children from time to time. He mostly spent his time alone in his room feeling helpless. Scott knew this of course because Isaac and Scott spent a lot of time talking while Derek and Stiles were busy most days. But for the past two weeks things seemed off.
By day six Derek reappeared in the house, he looked tired, warn down, and his face was covered in horrible scars, but Stiles didn't care. He ran and jumped into Derek's arms, hugging his mate with all that he had.
"It's about time!" Stiles whispered into Derek's ear. Derek leaned down and kissed Stiles on the lips, spending a shock of warmth neither of them had felt in a while up their bodies.
"I could have spent another two days healing…but I missed you." Derek mumbled into Stiles ear softly.
"You might as well be having sex right now." Scott said heading into the kitchen.
Derek picked Stiles up in his arms a moment later and headed upstairs.
"Where are we going?" Stiles asked.
"To fuck." Derek replied simply and Stiles slapped him on his arm. "I'm an adult Stiles, I can say what I want."
"Yeah…well…" Stiles huffed as Derek opened the room door and shutting it with his foot. He playfully dropped Stiles on the bed and got on top of his instantly.
"I don't remember the last time we fucked." Derek said ghosting his face above Stiles.
"It's been ten days, four hours, 23 minutes, and maybe 6 seconds. I guessed on the seconds." Stiles said as Derek started to kiss his neck.
"That long, huh?" Derek said starting to bite a little.
"Y-yeah."
"Then I think you should be naked in the next 30 seconds." Derek said lifting himself up a little so Stiles could quickly wiggle himself out his clothes. Derek watched with heavy eyes as Stiles tossed his clothes on the floor, including his boxers, before he started to pull Derek's shirt off.
Derek stopped him and just ripped the fabric from his body and yanked his pants off.
"Going commando, huh? Nothing wrong with that." Stiles chuckled as Derek started to kiss down Stiles' body. "Oh…okay…I miss that." Stiles said breathed as Derek got Stiles up.
"Over!" Derek grumbled flipping his mate over and lifting his ass up in the air. The werewolf spread his mate and pushed his middle finger inside him, starting to open him up as quickly as he could, pushing two and then three fingers into the tight hole until Stiles was fully open and waiting to take Derek in. The older man wasted no time in positioning himself and shoving his thick hard erection into Stiles. The younger gasped, feeling himself being filled and then worked on. Derek held Stiles' body down as he began to thrust into Stiles, slowly at first, but building up speed quickly as his sac slapped against Stiles' sensitive flesh.
"Derek…" Stiles moaned as he gripped the sheets, his arms growing weak as Derek leaned in farther to get a better angle. Derek reached over and gripped the headboard to steady himself as he started to slam into Stiles now, trying to get as deep as possible into his tight wet mate. He leaned his head back, gripping Stiles' hair now and pulling him back.
"Derek!"
The werewolf drilled into Stiles now, his teeth gritting as he opened his mouth and let out a deep and strong howl shaking the bed more than his thrust. Stiles felt his body give out as Derek supported both of them now, he worked into Stiles hard until he couldn't hold back anymore and buried himself deep into his mate, cumming and filling him with his hot seed.
"Oh…oh god…" Stiles breathed from underneath as he sank into the mattress.
"Over." Derek demanded.
"Shouldn't we take a break?" Stiles asked feeling his muscles turn to jelly.
Derek didn't answer, instead he spread Stiles' legs and put one of her shoulder; entering him again. The cum making it easier.
Stiles reached up and grabbed Derek as he began to thrust into him again, faster and stronger than before while bending Stiles in two. He leaned back and reached down between the two and began to stroke Stiles' erection. The teen was already close and came quickly in Derek's hand with a soft moan. The werewolf brought that hand up to Stiles' mouth.
"Lick it." He said breathless. Stiles was hesitant at first, but stuck his tongue out and began to lap up his own semen from Derek's hand. Derek watched silently as he did before grabbing the sheets next to his head to steady himself as he started to go faster again, cuming instantly inside of his mate again.
Derek groaned as he pulled out, his erection still hard and growing red, like on the full moon.
Full moon?
Stiles started to sit up but Derek pushed him back down and flipped him on his side so he could mount him again.
"Derek, wait, is it the full moon?" Stiles asked, but Derek didn't answer, instead he entered Stiles' again, his hips already thrusting hard and fast into the teen. "Derek!" Stiles hissed, but there was no reply as the elder pinned the younger under him and drilled into him.
Stiles managed to crane his neck around to look into Derek's eyes. They were glowing in the setting sun light, creating a faint reflection on the scars on his face.
"No." Derek said pushing Stiles' face forward so he could steady them better. He reached around and grabbed Stiles' dripping erection, stroking it again until the boy came again almost instantly. Derek took his newly lubricated hand and slid it up and down Stiles' ass, creating a new stimulation for the teen. Stiles bent his back as he leaned into the sensation, wanting more. Derek then out of nowhere slapped Stiles' ass, causing the boy to yelp.
"Forward." Derek commanded as he thrusted and Stiles followed. He thrusted into Stiles a few more times before he slid all the way in, and came again into his mate, filling him again with his seed before pulling out.
"Is it the full moon?" Stiles breathed as he pulled away from Derek to stop him from entering him again.
"No…no, it's next week." Derek said breathless as he laid down next to his mate and pulling him into his arms. "I…I just really missed you."
Stiles kissed Derek on the cheek, feeling touched. "I missed you more."
Derek chuckled and nuzzled himself into Stiles' neck, missing his scent as much as Stiles' missed his.
Stiles cleared his throat. "You…you've still got a problem…"
Derek nodded. "I didn't want to wear you out."
Stiles stared down at Derek erection. It was red, but not as red as full moon red, thick, and glistening in the soft light.
"It's not going to go away on its own." Stiles said.
Derek sat up, but Stiles pushed him back down and straddled his hips. "This is cool, right?"
Derek nodded once and watched as Stiles leaned forward a little to line Derek up with his entrance and slowly began to lower himself down on his mate, filling himself with slick organ.
"Jesus." Stiles said as Derek slipped all the way inside. Derek reached up and held Stiles' hips as the teen began to ride him, slowly at first, getting use to having himself on display for Derek to see fully and to adjust to the new position.
"Faster." Derek mumbled and Stiles started until Derek bucked up into him. It was a little surprise, but a welcome one. Stiles held himself in place as Derek began to continue the motion, drilling himself into his mate, having to work for it more than normally and liking it. Stiles reached down and began to stroke himself. He leaned back, letting his orgasm roll over him as he came on Derek's chest. The werewolf groaned and slapped upward until he pushed Stiles down on to him and came deep inside his mate.
Stiles fell forward, but Derek caught him, bringing him into an embrace.
"I missed you." Stiles breathed.
"I missed you more." Derek replied.
"No Alphas or people trying to kill us, okay?"
"Fine with me."
"And no more dangerous stuff, okay?"
"I can't promise that." Derek touched stiles' cheek. "But I can try."
"Do you think everyone heard us?"
"Everyone did, including Isaac. He is getting his hearing back."
Stiles pushed his face into Derek's chest.
"At least you aren't a virgin, right?" And Derek laughed and Stiles couldn't help but laugh too. Maybe things would be okay from now on, he wasn't sure. But he was happy where he was right now, with his husband/ mate in a bed of bliss.
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Hi! Sorry for the long wait, I've just finished with all my personal business in the past week and was finally able to finish this!
This is le last chapter! OMG! But don't cry just yet, there will be a bonus chapter in the very near future! I just need some space to write it! I hope you enjoyed "The Strongest Feelings" Which was really all along a story about Stiles' deep devotion to his mate and he to his even in the most trying of times, hence the name. I'm really thankful so many of you have ready and enjoyed my stories, both: Unwillingly Willing, and The Strongest Feelings.
The bonus chapter won't have any commentary at the end, so let me hug you all now *hugs* Thanks for everything and all your kind words and helpfulness!
I love all of you guys! Bye!
