Hey guys, so this wasn't going into a vampire flick. I was trying to convey the bloodlust of the Wolf. Keep up the feedback. Thanks!
PART FOURTEEN
Stiles dug his fingers into the wall of the shower. His eyes glowing green at the unexpected sharp pain flowing through him. His face was contorted in pain, Derek keeping a tight grip on Stiles to keep the smaller teen from lurching away.
"It's happened. You are part of my pack." Derek whispered velvet in Stiles' ear. Stiles could see the Hale house fire, Derek and sister Laura outside of the house, they were running through the woods, trying to escape. He saw Derek trying fighting for survival after Kate shot him, the fear that coursed through Derek was now coursing through Stiles as he felt and saw all of Derek's most intimate moments. He saw Derek talking to his Uncle, telling the tired man about what was happening to Stiles. He could see himself through Derek's eyes, the lust becoming stronger and stronger with every glace. Stiles eyes snapped open and he stared at Derek.
"What's happening to me!" Stiles growled through the water dripping from his body. Stiles was fighting an urge to begin tearing into Derek.
"It's the full moon. The calm of one releases the primal in the other." Derek whispered to Stiles, repeating what his Uncle Peter had told him. Stiles tore down the shower curtain, breathing heavily trying to keep his rage under control.
"So you are the Alpha?" Stiles shouted at Derek through gritted teeth. Derek just smiled and blinked back and Stiles, nodding.
"I am now, the alpha is the pack member with a mate first. When Peter was hospitalized, he was the alpha by birth, but I became the alpha, the day you decided to submit to me." Derek enunciated every last word he said, knowing that Stiles was only half listening in his blind rage. Derek placed a hand on Stiles shoulder, causing the teen to take deeper breaths, and begin to calming down. Derek watched as Stiles reacted to him with out a command.
Stiles lurched away from Derek, and got out of the hot stream of water, bouncing off of the two of them. He grabbed a towel, and walked into his room, unable to think straight. Part of him wanted to continue in submission to the taller, darker teen now appearing in his doorway, wrapped in a towel. His mind raced with thoughts of their sexual activity and the absolute pleasure of it all. Stiles clutched heels of his hands to his temples, scrunching his face and trying to focus on something other than Derek's silky skin, and electrifying touch. The other part of him wanted to kick Derek out and make Derek stay away, for good. No Stiles don't be that irrational, that is not what you really want, you want clarity but you can't get that while he is around. Stiles was pacing and thinking to himself, rubbing his forehead and trying to decide what to do.
A hand snaked up Stiles' shoulder from behind him, tapping his pulse point and making him stop pacing. He felt Derek pull his head to the side and begin to gently suck at his neck. Stiles closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation beating through his veins. He felt strength rippling through him and he could hear his own pulse.
"Derek. Leave." Stiles gasped as Derek lightly bit down, "Please. I need to…..I need…time…to think and process." Stiles was having trouble getting the words out. With Derek distracting him. Derek stopped what he was doing and released Stiles, putting on his pants. Stiles turned around to face Derek, the taller teen didn't even look angry. He buttoned his jeans and gave Stiles a light kiss on the forehead. Stiles could feel calm pouring over him from his head down through his toes. He was relaxed.
"You aren't angry are you?" Stiles asked Derek, watching him put on his shirt and shoes. Derek chuckled at the question, shaking Stiles' bed a little bit.
"Stiles, you would be able to tell if I am angry. How do you feel right now?" Derek asked, he had a smile painted across his face, a smile that made Stiles melt every time he saw it.
"I-I feel calm, and relaxed." Stiles responded. He was confused and staring at Derek.
"Exactly, pack mentality." Derek stood, pulling his leather jacket up his arms, and yanking the zipper up, "My point is, it's a lot to process, you will know when I'm hurt, angry, sad, basic emotions because you are connected to me." Derek placed a hand on Stiles' cheek, looking Stiles in the eye, Stiles could tell that Derek was not angry, he would be able to sense it.
"So- so does that mean like Scott can sense you too? Or is that just a 'lucky me' thing?" Stiles was swinging his arms back and forth clapping his hands together. Derek recognized it as a nervous gesture and laughed again. He remembered why he had picked Stiles, because Stiles was an amazingly over conscious, slightly neurotic, and overly hyper teen who was smarter than anyone he knew.
"Scott can, but he is too busy with other things to notice the connection. It isn't as strong because he doesn't have what you and I do." Derek pointed from Stiles to himself, gesturing that he was referring the intoxicating electricity that flowed between the flesh of the two teenagers when they were around each other.
"So I can feel Scott?" Stiles asked, hoping he would be able to better control his friend's emotions. Being around Scott was like being on an emotional rollercoaster for him. He was unsure if he could take another ride if he wasn't able to control the speed and change of his friend's emotions.
"Yes, and with a little practice, you be able to calm other people around you….or on second thought, you may actually scare the shit out of them more than you already do." Derek joked with Stiles who shoved at the taller teen as he laughed. Stiles smiled and Derek kissed him gently goodbye.
Stiles watched as Derek disappeared out the window. "Do none of you fucking animals know what a door is?" He mumbled it, knowing that Derek was still with in ear shot. He heard Derek chuckle and a car door slam.