Teeth 2
Stiles woke up the next morning to a dream filled with snarling and blood thirsty eyes. "Well I would be surprised but that's my life," he muttered to himself as he rolled out of bed. A shiver rolled through his body as his feet hit the cold floor. He quickly padded over to his small area rug and wiggled his toes into the soft fibers.
"Stiles! I have the day shift! I'll see you tonight!" the Sheriff called up to his room, Stiles knew that it was on the calendar but then again his dads had no idea how to use the simple system Stiles made. Blue notations were for the Sheriff's work schedule, red for his normal schedule and black was for Stiles' schedule.
He just shook his head but called back, "okay! Love ya! See you later!"
"Love you too!" and with that his father got into his cruiser and left for work.
Stiles dug into the dresser he was standing next to and pulled out a pair of socks to cover his cold feet. Once he was done he walked over to his computer and prepared himself for a mind numbing day of nothing.
Of course Stiles being himself wasn't allowed to enjoy that kind of day. He mumbled to himself that he must have killed the Pope in his past life as his window opened and in came Derek Hale.
"See I thought we had enough Stiles and Derek time last night for at least another 3 days," Stiles swiveled in his chair to face the Sourwolf.
"Shut up, Stiles," Derek retorted bluntly. He had no patience today. His wolf was anxious and it didn't make it any better that he relaxed slightly in Stiles presence.
Stiles pursed his lips and stared at Derek waiting for him to explain his unannounced arrival.
After a few minutes of them just sitting in complete silence Stiles said, "do I at least get an explanation as to why you are here?"
That seemed to snap Derek back into focus, "I need you to chain me up in the basement of the house."
Stiles face contorted in confusion, "what? Why? I though you mastered your wolf or something."
"I have but-" Derek cut himself off he was embarrassed to tell Stiles that he was going into heat. "Never mind I'll just ask someone else."
Stiles opened his mouth then shut it again. He sat and watched in confusion as Derek left. His only move to stop him was an out stretched hand that fell once his window clunked close.
Why would Derek ask him to tie him up? That makes no sense he mastered his wolf when he was like 10. Ugh. Why did he have to do this today of all days I have a paper to write before school starts in the fall. Whatever, I'll stop by when I finish the paper. Should pay Peter a visit anyway. Gotta get my monthly snark out.
Stiles shrugged and turned back toward his laptop and opened up a Word document so he could begin his paper.
TEETH
"You seem to be getting quite a bit of enjoyment out of this," Derek grunted as Peter tightened the chains around him.
Peter chuckled darkly and began pulling the head bracket over Derek's head. "Well, dear nephew, I would be lying if I said I wasn't."
When the leather straps were finally fixed into place Peter stood brushing the imaginary dust from his pants. He clapped his hands together and smirked, "see you in the morning my dear boy. I hope you understand what you're getting yourself into."
Derek grunted in reply and looked away from his uncle as he ascended the stairs to the main house. He began to shift uncomfortable as the seconds passed. His wolf had its hackles raised and it was snarling in the back of his mind. His skinned bristled with each step the wolf took as it paced. He couldn't shake the need he felt to be with Stiles. He swallowed and sighed before gently laying his head back against the wall. The sharp pain in the back of his head as one of the spikes in the head piece pierced the skin seemed to settle him. He concentrated on that pain and that pain alone as he slipped in and out of sleep.
TEETH
Stiles typed the final word of the paper just as 8 o'clock hit. He looked outside and noticed that the sun had set and the moon was now slowly rising in the sky.
Who knew something as ordinary as the full moon would cause such havoc? Stiles huffed a sigh then put all his materials away in the folder he had out that had been labeled Summer Work. He then got up and stretched hearing several pops erupting from his back before he straightened again.
"Do I want to change my whole outfit?" Stiles mumbled to the empty room, "nah, Ill just change my pants." With that decided he swapped the basket ball shorts he wore to bed out for a pair of jeans before slipping on his sneakers. The boy then grabbed his keys and headed down stairs grabbing an apple quickly before heading out to his car.
Once in the car Stiles took a large bite out of the apple and started his jeep. She came to life blasting his favorite song as he pulled out of his driveway and headed toward the Hale House. The teen rocked out as he drove. Stiles quickly finished his apple then tossed it out the window. He hummed along to the rest of his playlist as he continued toward Derek's house.
When he finally pulled into the driveway, he cut the engine and jogged up to the porch. Right as he placed his hand on the door knob he remembered back to his previous meeting with Derek and debated whether it would be better if he knocked or not. Just as he lifted his fist to knock the door swung open revealing Peter in its wake.
"Hello, Stiles," he nearly cooed as he stepped aside to allow Stiles access to the house.
Stiles looked at the older man as if he was about to bad touch him and side steps into the house, "Peter," he replies dryly.
"What are you here for my little lamb?" Peter asked crooning innocently.
"Oh just came in to say hi, is Derek here?"
"Derek is a bit," Peter paused as if deciding the word he wanted to use, "indisposed, at the moment."
Just then a muffled rattling and roar jolted Stiles in his spot. He sent Peter a questioning look before the confusion cleared and he put the pieces together. Derek was currently chained down stairs like the betas had been when they had been new to wolvelyhood.
Stiles shot Peter a look. Peter smiled in mock politeness, "Stiles I think you should leave. Come by tomorrow and I'm sure Derek would love to explain himself."
Stiles glared in response. "No, I want to know now. What's wrong with Derek? Is he okay? What's wrong with him? Why is he chained in the basement I thought he mastered his wolf or whatever!" Stiles voice grew higher with each question. Peter stayed completely placid. When stiles paused for a breath Peter sighed in exasperation.
"Stiles you really need to leave right now," Peter could hear Derek getting more and more rambunctious down stairs as pulled against his chains.
Stiles huffed obviously holding his ground.
Peter focused on the noise coming from the bottom floor and could hear the restraints groaning as he pulled them. He sent Stiles a warning glare before he bit out through a clenched jaw, "Stiles don't you have something to do. Something far, far away from here to do."
"No my schedule seems to be clear as the morning sky," Stiles crossed his arms over his chest and held his ground. Just then a roar erupted from down stairs and a head splitting crash exploded through the house.
Peter rubbed his face with both his hands before throwing his arms into the air and walking out the house.