Young Love Murder

Summary: Set at the end of series 2. Stiles is alone and weak,lost he turns to a demon for help.

Warnings:Slash,Suicide,blood,angst,sex,
Sorry for the long wait i just started college. Probably the last chapter because i'm gonna find it hard to update.
I hope you enjoy but i'm sorry.

"Why won't anyone tell me what happened?" Stiles moaned, looking at his best friend with pleading eyes, pretending he didn't know what happened, not wanting to feel weak...even though he was. You practice anything a long time, you get good at it.
You tell a hundred lies a day, it sounds like the truth. Still hurt like fuck though to lie to the people you love and care for. But he did. And that was the problem, he remembered killing himself, he remembered putting everyone he knew down and he remembered vividly his first kiss. Derek. Fuck, how could he ever face him again?! He obviously wanted him dead now...not much difference than before.

I'd prefer that

Stiles actually flinched, he hoped Scott didn't notice.
Scott pouted at him.

"We're worried about you, dude" Scott announce. "At this rate your dad will never let you leave the house...ever! And you'll constantly have someone watching you"
Stiles frowned.

"Dude, we really need to talk...why did you try to kill yourself?" Scott begged for a answer as he gripped Stiles hand as he lay on the hospital bed in a gown. Stiles would no longer look him in the eyes, Scott's puppy eyes were torturous, nearly as bad as Derek's glares but he had grown immune to Derek's death glares stupid Sourwolf, but you could get immune to Scott's puppy dog eyes... "I didn't try to kill myself" Stiles scoffed, failing to stop his heart from beating differently. Stupid Werewolves!

"Why are you lying to me? I'm your best friend!" Scott growled his eyes flashing yellow in anger. He stood up quickly dropping Stiles' hand back down to the bed and he backed off, his eyes returning to normal as quickly as they changed.

"Get out! This isn't fair. You can't blame me for what happened, you never noticed! All you cared about was fucking Allison...literally!" Stiles screamed gripping the blankets tighter. The young werewolf had to restrain himself from jumping on the hurt boy. He snarled instead.

" . . ! " Stiles screamed loudly, Melissa ran to the room, worry plastered on her face as she gently dragged her confused son out of his 'best friends' room. As they left, Stiles couldn't help or stop the tears from falling violently.

He was just ruining everything. He was a failure. But this time he didn't have to kill himself, wait a few hours and Derek will do it for him.

Why? What horrible thing did he do to deserve this torture?

He was only in hospital for a week surprisingly. Not surprisingly he didn't get many visitors after the first two days. In the beginning his dad stayed every hour of the day until he HAD to get back to work, and could only come when he had a break, he looked exhausted. Guilt. Stiles was the reason he was tired. At night time, when there were less nurse checks, Peter was there...every day.

It frightened Stiles to his core. This was the man...werewolf, who offered (nearly forced) him the bite. This man killed his niece, he was utterly manic. But he was also the only one who noticed...who cared. Peter Creeper Hale actually cared for him, actually saw him as an asset. Peter was making up for his mistake? Stiles still couldn't sleep easy, he put it down to Peter not the fact he felt another presence in the room or that the night he actually got some sleep some mornings he awoke with human teeth marks on his wrists and hips. Peter was hinting, offering the bite to Stiles, not very subtly. It was hell of creepy.

When ever Scott visited Stiles pretended to be asleep he didn't want to deal with the arguments just yet. It stung a little (a lot) that Lydia never visited when he was there all the time for her when she was attacked by Peter. Jackson obviously didn't visit, neither did Boyd. Isaac and Erica came but only twice, each time they would climb in the bed with him and snuggle up to him, it was painful since the demon left he felt like he had broken half the bones in his body, but safe.

The following Thursday he was discharged. Before he left he took a shower in the hospital and made sure he looked presentable. As he looked in the mirror at himself, the massive gash on his forehead healing but still disturbing, all he could see was blacked out eyes. He looked. The look in his face he was searching. He was looking for something in his face. He looked for it very carefully and very hard. Whatever he was searching for he didn't find it.

It was lost. He was lost.

Freed-he couldn't believe it- out in the parking lot, he wandered desolately pass all the cars, failing to recognise the black Camaro the first time down the row; everything in what was already his old life had grown alien. And he was dumbfounded. How could they just let him go? Without his dad? Or Scott?

"Climb in" a booming voice called from the shiny expensive car. The werewolf was never good with words but this was just pathetic, Use your words Derek!
"I'll take you home" He muttered under his breath.

As he looked through the window into the blacked out room the thought of Stiles eyes when he was possessed, it sent a shiver down his whole body. Derek had been stood on the Stilinski family's roof for over two hours now, just keeping a eye on the young teenager. The boy flinched and squirmed unfortunately too often. He placed his hand against the cold glass of the window, with his eyes closed wishing he could just stop the boy from feeling any pain. The human boy who walked with wolves, who acted invincible when he was just...breakable and lost.

When he slowly opened his eyes he nearly fell off of the roof with shock, stood in front of him with only the window in between them, was Stiles in just his low slung pyjama bottoms that shaped his hips well. If Derek wasn't a werewolf he wouldn't have been able to see much of Stiles but with his nocturnal vision he can see everything. From the differences between his hand span and Stiles' as he places it the opposite side of glass, fingers spread to match Derek's to the tiny cuts and scratches scattered all over his limbs that he had never noticed before which could have been inflicted by the young lost boy or the demon. The thought of a demon doing this to Stiles made him growl.

The (slightly) smaller boy who seemed unfazed by Derek's presence slowly slid up the window, a cold breezing hitting him causing Goosebumps to crawl all over his body, Derek watched it trail up his bare lean chest. He gestured for Derek to come in who decided to sit in his desk chair, arms folded over his chest. Stiles sat opposite him on his messed up bed, pulling on a red hoodie to cover up his insignificance compared to Derek...well everyone, actually. Silence filled the room for many minutes just staring into each other's eyes, Stiles then faltered and began to look at the floor, a blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. Then unexpectedly Derek broke the silence.

"I know all about the nightmares. I know you see people begging you to save them, even though they didn't really do that. I know that in your dreams, they're blaming you. They're grabbing you, pulling you down, and hurting you. And I know that you let them, because you feel you deserve it. And I know you feel guilty every time you wake up, because it means you're still alive and they're still dead." Derek announced, with a hint of something Stiles had never heard in his tone before. Not knowing what it was Stiles felt like he was being attacked again like he was with Scott in the hospital.

"We kiss, we never talk about it! We don't trust each other, yet, we save each other's lives BUT we never talk about it. So no, I've got no clue what we are. And that means we are not talking about this ...ever" Stiles began with a confident tone that slowly turned to a whimper. He didn't mean the thing about trust, he trusted Derek (how could he not he had saved his life a lot?!) but Derek probably didn't trust him. Stiles sighed loudly as Derek looked at him with wide eyes shocked that he remembered everything.
"I'm not dumb, I was awake the whole time he...she...whatever it was, was in control. So yeah I'm sorry my horrible poisonous lips touched yours and I'm sorry about everything okay! Now leave or kill me" He cried tears rolling down his pale cheeks, the older man just stared at him from the chair with a murderous look. He didn't do anything. He just left.

Stiles just collapsed into his bed covers still crying pulling the covers over his head. The warm tears wouldn't stop falling, they blurred his vision and he choked on his cries. Next thing he knew he was blackness enveloped him and he was asleep.

Stiles felt a random unexpected strange warm heat radiating from behind him as he lay at the edge of his single bed. On an average night his bed was as comfortable as any other, not comfy enough nor as hard as stone. They teenage boy unconsciously leant into the heat that had formed behind him. Against his back he felt a very tones and muscular stomach (like seriously what the hell?) Thick long muscular arms circled around Stiles waist, one resting on his stomach gently enough not to irritate any wounds or bruises and the other under his hip, pulling him closer so he was pressed flush up against...who?

Who did he know who was Adonis like sculptured? Danny? Sure, he is gay but he found Stiles annoying plus how would he get in his room? Jackson? No, other than the fact he hates his guts, it doesn't feel like him (not that he has vividly felt him). Scott? Pfft! No, even though they loved each other like brothers they don't, won't ever snuggle , spoon or cuddle in bed...no that's just strange and creepy-creepy...creeper...Derek!

'Don't make any sudden movements'

"Stiles why has your heart rate sped up" Derek asked in his statement way with a hint of concern hidden in his razor sharp voice.

"Maybe because I have someone else in my bed, my single bed by the way, and that person doesn't seem like the type to spoon with underage teenage boys ,let alone underage teenage boys whose father is the Sheriff and owns a shot gun and..." He gasped for air, even though he wasn't facing Derek he was pretty certain he rolled in his eyes at him.

"Stiles this is what we do when pack are upset or hurt" Derek grumbled against Stiles' neck, embarrassed to admit he had done this before with Isaac and Erica.

"I'm not pack...that's why every ones left me...even Scott" Stiles whined under his breath, fighting to keep the tears at bay. A small but rumbling growl erupted from behind him and rippled through his lean body.

"Why haven't you killed me yet? You said you wanted me dead!" The smaller boy shouted and screamed forcefully pushing himself away from the towering man to only be pulled back in again crushingly. Lips were smashing together. Stubble scraped across Stiles' sensitive soft skin as rougher lips met plump softer pink ones.
Stiles' eyes grew wide like that of a cartoon character, until he relaxed into it and began to attempt and kiss back (being a virgin in more ways than one makes it very hard to make the kiss more experienced or move it forward in some way. Derek's large hands wrapped around Stiles wrists as he deepened the kiss, his tongue attempting to get more in his mouth deeper and deeper. Rough. Scabbed. The older man pulled back and ran his fingers over the teeth shaped mark.
His eye brows furrowed. "Who the fuck did this?" He growled his eyes flashing red his nose rubbing against the mark.
"Wow, I guessed you'd be possessive but really?...Peter" Stiles mumbled, arousal filling the air. Derek went to get up and leave to find Peter and probably kill him but Stiles gripped him hard.
"Please don't leave me" Stiles begged. And he didn't.
"I've never wanted you dead, sure, you have the biggest mouth ever and you can never shut up but I know away to shut you up." Derek admitting the truth slowly turned to flirting. He tongue left a wet trial from Stiles hard pink nub nipples to his dark happy trail where he bit his hip ,erupting a squeak that slowly turned to a moan from the young boy.
In a whisper of a second the radiating heat was gone, the warm wet mouth was gone and Derek was hiding behind a now open door.

"Stiles I'm so sorry, I've got to go to work...please tell me you'll be okay?" His father pleaded. With a blush plastering his face he jumped up of his bed (regretting it afterwards as he was still stiff) and embraced his father in a (manly) hug grasping him tightly hoping he understood how much he meant to him. A mumbled sorry into his shoulder and a somewhat reassuring I'll be okay, his father left for work not before telling his son he loved him dearly. Stiles really appreciated his dad he just wished he come be more for him. A better son. Didn't have to lie all the time.

As soon as the front door slammed Derek came out of the shadows walking towards Stiles with a mission but with a face full of concern. If Derek wasn't a werewolf if he was just human Stiles would have been pretty scared that he would get hurt if he did this but with Werewolf reflexes he was certain he would catch him. The smaller boy jumped at, technically climbed up, Derek wrapping his legs around his waist and his fingers tangled in Derek's luscious black hair. Their lips locked with a furious passion as Derek gripped at Stiles' hips grinding both of theirs together as he lead them over to the wall ,pressing Stiles back hard against it. He was going to have some vicious bruises tomorrow.

Stiles hands messily pulled at Derek's trouser desperately trying to get rid of his clothes instead he settled for pushing off his beautiful leather jacket and pulling off his shirt, both of them being left discarded in a pile on the floor. It was a struggle to get off Stiles pyjama trousers (he was going commando) and Derek's jeans and underwear without Stiles unhooking his legs. They managed. All in the name of love...or sex. Derek couldn't stop his hands from tracing the whole of Stiles body, he was beautiful.

"You're perfect, fucking beautiful" Derek grumbled against Stiles cheek whilst one of his fingers slipped inside of Stiles, trying to stretch him. The blush that was enveloping his whole body made Stiles even hotter. But he couldn't stop squirming, he needed Derek's touch, demanded it as he ground against him, and the two fingers that were now inside of him scissoring him were not very comfortable at all. Suddenly there was a sensation bubbling up through his body as Derek hit his prostate. Stiles moan echoed throughout the empty house.

"Fuck me, please" He whimpered as he jutted against the older man. Derek put his hand by his mouth a spat a huge amount of saliva onto his hand before he began to stroke into on his member lubricating it as he lined it up to the entrance. He looked at the younger boy with concerned eyes, scared to proceeded, scared to hurt the boy. He didn't have to move. Stiles did. In a fast movement, which he regretted afterwards, he took the whole of Derek's large cock in one go. He'd never seen Derek's eyes so wide before and his mouth had never made a moan/scream like that before.

After a few minutes of Stiles getting used to the thing he took in straight away Derek began to move slowly to begin with making sure to hit Stiles 'special point' each time. Stiles moans were like that of a dirty whore. Nearly straight away Stiles came, his come spreading over his and Derek stomach. The feeling of having sex was extraordinary...but tiring! It only took a few thrusts after for Derek to come; it was overwhelming to be in someone so tight (Oh god he had took his virginity! He was going to hell.) Especially since he hadn't had sex in a while. He was embarrassed as he lent his head on Stiles bulky shoulder gasping as his come slowly dripped out of Stiles and Stiles' come dried on the both of them.

He pulled out and lay down with Stiles on his bed pulling the covers over both of their naked forms, Stiles was awkward at first to spoon naked with someone, but he just had sex with the hottest guy in the universe, get over it!

"Stiles I love you, and you are amazing...never fucking do that again, you're not allowed to just discharge yourself from life!"

So what did you think? Sorry if it sucks and sorry for the long wait. Please review. First ever sex scene. So sorry it sucks.
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