Chapter 11

His Vulnerable Heart!

2 weeks later.

Derek sat beside Stiles as the nurse pealed the dead flesh from his hands, he laid there staring at the ceiling numb with the pain of dead flesh being ripped from the new skin. Derek had his hand on Stiles' leg taking as much pain from the witch as he could without killing himself in the process.

Derek could see Stiles cringe and deal with the pain by grinding his teeth and curling his toes, he felt the dull pain that filled stiles expressions and wish he didn't have to keep up appearances.

"A week ago the coven visited and Brien begged Stiles to let him heal his burns. But Stiles turned the offer down, he said he needs to go through this." Derek said as Mr. Stilinski watched his son through the window, laying in the hospital bed staring out the window.

"It's like he's punishing himself. He was doing great 2 weeks ago and now he seems to have gone down hill, mentally anyways, his burns have healed a lot in 2 weeks but, he's barely spoken a word in the last week." Melissa said looking into the room as well.

"I don't understand? What happened between then and now, why is he shutting us out?" Mr. Stilinski asked watching his son stare out the window at the day slowly passing by.

"He's withdrawn himself from everyone even Eli and Cari, they can feel it too. I wish he would talk to me, or someone. I don't understand why he's so determined to continue going through this torture." Derek said his arms crossed over his chest as he watched his young lover.

"We have to do something, anything." Mr. Stilinski said turning away from the window in the hall way, "We can't just stand here and watch, we have to do something."

Stiles watched the big white storm clouds pass in the sky outside his window; the sun still managing to shine through. All he could hear was the light hum of the machine beside him, morphine being injected into his arm every few hours, it was soothing as he watched the wind blow through the tree's leaves forgetting about everything important to him, his thoughts were empty.

Except for the depressing ache he could feel in his heart, after seeing his mother and realizing the reason she's dead the creature that was powerful enough to destroy her; the very concrete realization that the Darach will be coming for him to someday, needing his power for something.

He was just so tired of the supernatural destroying his life, even though he had it coming after all he's the reason this all started in the first place. He's punishing himself for playing with the unpredictable magics he didn't understand.

Not able to see a point to keep fighting when there is no end, no happy ending, no future, there will always be something else to fight, some other supernatural being that wants his or his kin's power.

The nagging feeling of how real everything really is, how terrifyingly scary it all is.

He felt so drained, weak, yet so important.

The whole world depending on his power to save Beacon hills from the danger's that hide in the darkness; waiting for his vulnerability to show it's beautiful head, waiting for that moment to strike and take everything he loves.

"Maybe it's the hospital setting, that's getting him down." Derek said. "Is it okay to take him home early?"

Melissa took the folder from the door, opening it and reading it's content. "He's doing a lot better so his father can discharge him at any time. But he would have to come in 2ce a week to make sure his hands are healing properly." Melissa said looking at his charts.

"He might do better at home, it might be exactly what he needs." Derek said as Stiles' father nodded, agreeing to Derek's thoughts.

"We can try it." Mr. Stilinski said walking away with Melissa to sign the discharge papers.

Derek looked through the window at Stiles, he looked drained and paler then usual. Derek walked to the door opening it and walking in. Stiles looked to him and Derek smiled. "Hey." The werewolf said walking over to Stiles' bed.

Stiles just smiled as Derek patted him on the shoulder, he slowly slid his hand down Stiles' arm to his hand before gripping around his wrist so as not to hurt his hands.

"How are you feeling today?" Derek asked sitting beside him on the bed.

Stiles' smiled faded as he stared at Derek's strong hand shrugging his response.

"We're going home, Stiles. We'll have to come back 2ce a week until your fully healed but we think you might do better at home." Derek said as Stiles just nodded liking the idea.

Derek felt the tightening in his chest the frog appearing in his throat, he needed to hear his lover's sweet voice, but everything he had tried wasn't helping. He had an idea what might but he had to get him home for that, or at least somewhere where their both comfortable.

Stiles seemed to see the sadness in his lover's face, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out not even a horse whisper.

Stiles then reached for Derek's hand, taking it in his heavily wrapped bandaged hand pulling him closer to his bed side.

Derek watched him with surprise as Stiles met his beautiful green eyes. Derek sat on the bed beside Stiles, the witch then smiled and kissed him. Derek smiled as their lips met, he missed Stiles' warm soft lips against his.

"D-Derek." Stiles said his voice just above a whisper.

Derek broke the connection and looked deep into Stiles' amber eyes. "Did you just say something?"

Stiles smiled and nodded, "Yeah." Stiles said softly again.

"It's so good to hear your voice again." Derek said kissing the young witches lips again.

Stiles sat in the passenger seat of Derek's black Camaro, Paint It Black by Hidden Citizens played in the back ground as he watched the scenery pass outside the window.

"Everyone is excited to see you, Eli and Cari have missed you so much." Derek said over the music.

"I-I've missed them to." Stiles said still looking out the window.

Derek looked over at him and back on the road, sighing as he turned down their road.

"Derek stop the car!" Stiles said aloud.

Derek slammed his foot on the brake his car skidding on the road and onto the gravel shoulder, of the paved back road.

"What wrong?!" Derek asked worriedly looking around for the reason why Stiles wanted him to stop.

Stiles unbuckled his seat belt and exited the vehicle the sun was high in the sky still, and the light breeze passed around him. Derek followed him, exiting his car to find out what was happening.

"Stiles?" Derek said with worry in his voice, as he put his hand on Stiles' shoulder having him turn towards him.

"I'm sorry if I worried you, that wasn't my intention." Stiles said looking down. "I had a prophetic dream or something, I found out what really happened to my mother." He said with tears in his beautiful amber eyes. "It's coming back, for the power my family holds," Stiles sighs his eyes looked wet and tired. "I'm just so sick and tired of fighting for our family's safety from these creatures that want our power. I wish-" Stiles said before stopping himself, looking up at Derek who looked guilty.

"I know, I felt the same way when my family was murdered. But now that I have you, I don't wish that way anymore." Derek said with a small smile.

"I love you Derek, so much. But there's more danger on it's way. The Darach is what it's called and my mother told me it was coming back to Beacon hills, it might even already be here." Stiles said leaning into Derek's chest as the older wolf wrapped his arms over his back.

"I will protect you. I love you more then you know. I won't let the dark druid touch you." Derek said squeezing Stiles softly.

"You know what it is?" Stiles asked looking up at Derek.

"I know a little bit about them but not a lot." Derek said resting his chin on Stiles' head.

"Do you think Deaton would know something about them?" Stiles asked pressing himself closer into Derek's embrace.

"Won't hurt to ask, is there anything else you want to tell me before we get home?" Derek asked ending the warm hug.

"D-Derek, I need you." Stiles said looking up at him. "R-right now."

Derek looked confused before cluing in, "Oh you mean." Derek said looking down between them. "Are you sure?"

Stiles nodded enthusiastically.

Derek looked surprised at Stiles' sudden emotion. "Don't you think it would be better to wait until were at home?"

"No," Stiles shook his head, "I want to do it out here in the fresh air." Stiles said standing on his toes to kiss Derek's lips.

"But your hands." Derek said gently grabbing Stiles' wrist's.

"You'll have to do most of the work." Stiles smiled rubbing his hardening member against Derek's pants causing Derek to moan from the sudden contact.

"I never new you were so kinki." Derek said before releasing the witches wrist's and cupping the younger males butt cheeks in his hands squeezing Stiles' groin against his.

"You haven't seen anything yet, just wait till these come off," Stiles said waving his bandaged hands. "I'll show you a hole new me in the bedroom."

Derek felt his dick harden at his lover's words, "I can't wait to feel your idea's."

Sorry it's been so long since I last posted, I haven't had much time to write. I'm in the middle of moving should be done in 2 weeks then I can dedicate more time to this story. You can obviously tell where the next chapter is leading.

Also I'm going to be doing something different with the Darach, their still going to have ties to Kali but I haven't decided to change the character or not, so if you have any idea's I'd love to hear them, always looking to make this story more exciting.

Hope you like this chapter and please review :)