Derek was standing at the edge of the cliff facing the forest where Stile's and his father was believed to be at. Dick Grayson had stated that Slade had a cabin there and that he had a plan to get them there. Derek didn't care if the guy dress like a male ballerina. He was opened to anything to get Stiles and the others back.
But having to listen to someone else unnerved him. Yet, he remembered that Dr. Alan had sensed that so placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, it's okay to listen to others. You don't always have to be the big man with the plans. Able to conversate and be open to other people's ideas is one of the most important values a leader should have."
He already knew that but didn't mean he had to like it.
Rain pours from the sky while he waited for this Nightwing to send him back info from an ear piece he was given. He heard a beep. "There are multiple traps throughout the forest. It would be impossible to get through but there's a path that you could cross. Just have to be alert. Scott, do you remember what you're suppose to do?"
Scott was walking along a dirt path. "Uhm, yeah." He was getting nervous but breathed in deeply and breathed out to control himself. "All I have to do is run across this path so he'll be distracted, right?"
"Right. Derek, in position."
"Yeah." He growled.
"Good, Scott proceed as planned."
"Whatever you say." He began running across the dirt path until he felt the adrenaline in him kick in.
"Its our turn. Head out." Dick ordered.
Derek leaped down the cliff and turned werewolf before landing. He charges through the forest dodging all the traps and was heading towards the cabin but then smelled something. He growled and went that direction.
"Wait! Where's Derek going?" Dick asked when he finally reached the cabin and Scott arrived unharmed.
"Who cares! They're inside!" They opened the door and revealed Stiles and his father playing a game of poker as if they weren't in life threatening danger.
Derek reached a clear field in the forest to meet the man who kidnapped his lover. The man was weaponless in his ridiculous blue and orange outfit damped by the rain. He got into his fighting position and wagged his fingers to come forward.
Pissed off, Derek charged and tackled the man. They rolled over until Slade was held down trying to keep the werewolf's claws from his face. He kicked its gut sending him back. He got up and charged forward. Derek went head on and the two were locked in combat.
Slade pulled his fists on Derek's chest and then aimed for his face. Derek fell back knowing this man was good. "Terrible. For a werewolf, you're incredibly defenseless. Only relying on your keen senses and brute strength. Nothing but an idiot who only knows how to control the beast but doesn't know how to direct it."
Derek roared.
"Cute." He chuckled.
The wolf man charged and tried to cut the man into shreds but Slade was quick on his feet. He dodged the attacks and then flipped him over. Derek grabbed his legs digging his claws into the leg. The man grunted in pain.
He used the other leg to jab it right into the man's head. Derek immediately let go and then Slade to the opportunity to walk back until the wolf was on its hind legs. He charged to do a reverse round house kick.
Derek stumbled back getting another hit to his midsection. Hands were wrapped around his neck pulling him to a knee to the forehead. The wolf man fell backwards.
"Silly boy. Stiles will love to know that you couldn't even save him from a mere man." Slade chuckled smugly. It has been a while since he faced these fearsome beast. Derek returned to his human form. Slade squatted down near the young man looking down at him blankly, Derek opened his eyes slightly to see the cold blue eyes the man possessed. "I just hope he'll be a good boy after I'm done with him." He smirked happily.
And then he found a clawed hand grasping his neck. "Don't you ever touch him!" He threw the man against the tree that he fell with it. Derek got up and his plain brown eyes glowed into a vibrant red. He roared and charged with his foot dug into the earth giving him a push of speed towards the man.
Slade got up and received an unexpecting punch into the gut breaking a couple of ribs. The man was thrown back break a huge old tree behind. Slade stood up and spit out blood to the side. He smirked. "Finally growing balls you putrified beast? Or do you need another lesson."
Derek didn't answer. He only let out another roaring battle cry and Slade was ready for this.
"Stiles, why are you playing poker?!" Scott was bewildered by the unexpected turn of events.
"Because I'm bored and we only have cards." The victim answered as if he wasn't in a position where he was about to be tortured or murdered.
"That's not what I meant! Why aren't you chained or something in deep pain and misery?!"
"Because I don't want to?" Stiles answered slowly while looking at his friend weirdly.
"What a-You! Him! Mercenary!" Scott was babbling words. Dick put his hand on his shoulder to calm down and let him talk.
"I was told that you were kidnapped by Deathstroke also known as Slade Wilson." He explained the situation. "We came to save you and your father."
"Kidnapping?...Oh right! Shit! Where's Uncle Slade?!"
"Uncle?!" Scott and Dick shouted simultaneously.
"We're actually not blood related but that doesn't matter! Did you bring Derek with you?!"
"Yes!" Scott felt completely frantic that his friend was finally acting worried.
"Shit!" Stiles was in thinking-fidgeting mode.
"Son. Relax. He won't kill him." His father told him. "Slade's a professional."
"Yeah but has he ever been in a mission he didn't almost kill someone." The Stilinkis looked at each other and then the sound of Derek's roar took their attention.
"You're right. Let's go." The four of them raced to the battle ground to see Derek on top of Slade. Derek with his open hand read to claw his face off and Slade with a fist ready to punch the lights out of the wolf. The mercenaries clothes was quite torn with cut marks still bleeding from his chest, legs and arms.
"STOP!" Stiles shouted and the two men fighting paused. Stiles ran over to them. Derek quickly returned to human form wearing nothing but hugged his lover with all his might, taking in his scent to know if it was really him.
"Yeah, hugs are nice but you are crushing me and I'm only human so can you please." Stiles said feeling a bit nervous at the sentimental embrace. Derek let go but had his hands holding onto his arms to make sure he didn't go anywhere.
"Did he do anything to you?" The young man asked warily with so much pain and fear and anxiety in his eyes that Stiles felt a bit guilty that he loved see that look on his boyfriend's face.
"I'm fine. A little sore from the hug but I'm fine. Derek, I'd like you to meet my Uncle Slade. We're not blood related but I call him that because he was close to my grandfather during the war and yeah. How about we get out of the rain and go to the cabin and I'll explain everything? We got rabbit stew."
Derek growled and looked back at the man who was getting up. He looked back at Stiles who looked adorable with his needy expression to get out of there. "Fine." He growled.
Dick walked over to the man and punched Slade down in the face.
"I deserved that." He chuckled.
"You should fucking well know you did." He huffed with his fists on his hips and then felt sympathy for the man. He held out his hand and the bastard smirked. He took the hand getting up and then quickly grabbed the small male into his arm and kissed his forehead.
"That's all I can do for now. There's blood in my mouth." He told the blushing man who pushed him away.
Scott was left wanting to find Isaac and get the hell out of here but then knowing the truth was important.
They got back to the cabin and Slade's and Derek's wounds were tended to but both healed pretty well but just to make sure.
"So wait, you have a meta-gene from the army that makes you practically immortal?" Scott questioned. Before getting to it, Stiles decided to explain who the man was in the first place.
He was Slade Wilson who was part of the army and now a mercenary after the army kicked him off the battlefield when an experiment went wrong.
"Yeah, Slade got a call for a mission here and decided to drop by."
"Drop by?" Derek growled. "He made us fucking believe you were kidnapped and made me believe he was going to rape you or something!"
"That was to make you realize how pathetic you are." Slade answered and the alpha growled at him with glowing red eyes. Stiles soothed him with a hand to the arm and snuggled with his boyfriend. They were sharing a blanket on a comfy sofa. "Stiles told me about your situation and you two being lovers has made him a valuable target. If I was going to let an old friend's grandson die because of his loveless carelessness than he'd never forgive me."
Derek said nothing because the man was right.
"Including the fact that you have an equally useless pack with too many flaws. I had a friend of mine, Wintergreen help train combat skills to those two. Isaac and Scott shall join them if they wish." Slade included.
Derek and Scott looked at one another. Scott was find all this too weird. "So you're only helping us to protect Stiles?" The teen half wolf asked.
"Not exactly. My first mission here to find and kill Gerard Argent for his son."
"Allison's dad?" Scott was surprised.
"Yes and then he told me about you guys and that I should help you if I wished. I didn't find a good reason to because its only a bunch of kids fighting due to racism or need to challenge for dominance. I decided to check you and was nearly surprised Stiles was involved."
The door opened to reveal Chris Argent enter the cabin. "I came as soon as you called, Slade." He said and then reveal an envelope. "Here's the rest of it."
Slade took the envelope to see that all the cash was there. "It was pleasure doing business with you."
"Well, I'll be going." He said.
"Wait, Mr. Argent." Scott said. "Does Allison know about this?" Yes, they broke up and he was with Isaac now but doesn't mean he shouldn't stop caring about someone.
"Yeah, she does. It's only the two of us after all." He responded sadly.
"Don't be like that." Stiles' dad said and patted his shoulder. "You can always come over to my home and have dinner with me and Stiles or go drinking sometime."
"I'd like that." They smiled at each other making the atmosphere awkward for the teenagers.
"Well, I gotta go home to. Early shift tomorrow." The Sheriff said. "Wanna go home Stiles?"
"Yeah. Good night Uncle Slade! Come on Derek."
Slade chuckled. "Good night. I expect to see you tomorrow Derek. Remember the meeting place."
The alpha snared. "Whatever."
"Wait, can you drop me home?" Scott followed after them.
Dick and Slade was left alone in the cabin. The mercenary smirked at the hero. "I remember I told you that I was taking a mission here and that it'd involve some training with dogs."
The hero blushed. "Shut up and because of you, those kids know who I am."
"I don't think they care about an adopted son of a billionaire here." He pulled his lover who was still standing onto hip lap and kissed him. Dick truly hated this man and what he does for a living. His wicked schemes that hurt people but then when he finally got to know the man for who he truly was other than the physical part, he steps back only a bit unless he needed to take action and Slade had taken less darker missions since they got together. He only ever took those missions because he had the free time too and those free times never settled right with him.
The mercenary stood up with the young man still holding onto him tightly. This was surely going to be a pleasant night.
Derek and Stiles were in his room where there was a new mattress. The moment they got in, Derek already had the small boy in his arms kissing him ravishingly as if he was going to swallow the teen. His hands tearing the boy's buttoned shirt open.
"Wow, no buttons tore off." Stiles commented.
"Practice. I want you now and no one's taking you away from me." He growled
Stiles was immediately red and hard by how vicious Derek looked. He was kissed in a mind blowing way while his pants was pulled down. Derek moved from the teen's red lips to his neck to the curve of his neck while his hands roamed the boy's naked body.
"Wait Derek." Stiles pushed him back. He quickly got on his knees to unzip the man's pants before Derek reacted in anger for being stopped. "Take this as a thank you." He smirked and then took the wolf's length in his mouth nearly taking it all into his mouth down his throat.
Stiles secretly loved to suck the man's cock. It was the only time he felt like he had any control in the matter. Riding the man was the man holding his hips and still having his way. Bondage was still dangerous since containing him would only drive him more crazy.
The teen massaged the man's balls while sucking and licking just the way he liked it. He felt Derek's hand placed behind his head meaning that he was close. Stiles looked to the side to see that a part of his closet was cracked by the man trying to hold back making the teen harder and work harder to see it crack more.
He bobbed his head while watching that had digging into the wall clawing into the thick walls. He saw that hand stop and form into a fist. Stiles knew that sign and moved back but not quick enough that the man roared when he came in and on Stile's face. Stiles came without touching himself but the mere hotness that he could drive the man so wild.
Derek panted for air before picking Stiles up and placed him bent over his bed with his knees on the floor. The wolf man kneeled behind him and spread those cheeks to dip his tongue to the tight hole before him. Stiles squeaked at the sensation. It was odd but it still felt so good.
Derek made sure to give Stiles a lot of attention there tasting his lover's taste. When he felt the need to taste more, he dipped his long tongue into the hole making his lover scream in agonizing pleasure and scream indecent words he would never say in public.
The alpha turn his lover over to also have taste of the soft smooth delicate skin inbetween his teeth marking his lover. His raging lust probing him into semi-wolf form but he controls it to not tear the delicate flesh with his sharp claws. However, Stiles liked it when he was turning into werewolf. It was another naughty fantasy of his.
When the two felt like they need to feel more of the other, to feel that passionate lustful need to release, Derek put them in the classic doggy position which would've made Stile's laugh if he wasn't so turned on. Nothing was funny, it was all incredibly enticing with their hearts about to explode.
Derek had enough sense to lube himself with the lotion from Stile's closet he took before coming to the bed. He entered the teen slowly, taking his time to appreciate every inch of hot flesh that he was going to ruin.
Stiles groaned when he wanted to feel more faster! He pushed back on the cock making the alpha growl. The teen felt those sharp fingers form against his hips making him shiver when the sharp claws was tickling him from a second to tremendous pain.
Derek started moving faster in normal speed making the nerd softly moan until he felt the abrupt change of speed over powering his sensations. He was sure, despite only having sex with Derek, that the man was moving at abnormal speed and power but Stiles wasn't complaining. He didn't think any man could pleasure him or even get the chance to touch him like Derek did.
He was hauled up onto his knees feeling Derek's claws caressed against his sensitive skin while still thrusting to him like a mad man. And then he noticed that they were facing his mirror.
Derek's eyes glowed red and Stiles could've sworn Derek got bigger making him curious how big he would get in his full transformation. He gasped when Derek stroked him working the male over the edge at the sight of being fucked uncontrollably. The bed shaking, the glowing eyes, his hard on stroked to set fire towards it.
When the rush got too high, Derek bit into the teen's shoulder sending him over the edge and he didn't get to come as far as the mirror but Derek felt like gallons when he came deep inside him.
After Derek cleaned them up, Stiles was already out cold after the orgasm. The alpha held the teen close. Slade was right. He did put Stiles in this position and he knew there would be risks but didn't think clearly about how bad those risks would be. He was misled by his wolf senses and he wasn't a capable fighter but sooner than later, when the new alpha pack comes for them, he was going to be ready and protect or save him after killing the bastards or at least beating them to a near death experience they'd never forget.
The End
A/N: Hmmm~ Stiles' and Allison's dads *thinks about it* NO...*thinks about it* no...*Thinks about it and then looks at them together with a heart made of roses and guns* Dangit...Shipping is complicated.
But yeah. No Sladin smexing. I don't know. I love the ship but I always get the feeling of punching Dick because I love Slade more than the ship but I really like the ship too. It's a conflicting problem between true love on shipping and character.
Thanks for reading! REVIEW! It'd mean alot!
