Teeth 3

Stiles heard the chains being ripped from the walls in the basement and froze in his spot. In his experience he knew it wouldn't help to run. Thanks to Scott and Isaac that is a strategy he will never try again. His brain went into over drive trying to think of a way to handle the situation. However, his thoughts were incomplete they would start and before they could finish another would begin.

Damn ADHD

Just as the basement door was ripped from its hinges Stiles remembered an excerpt he read while researching. It was something about appealing to the wolf. There was someway to calm the wolf but he couldn't remember he couldn't think his mind was just too full of uselessness that he couldn't concentrate on a simple fact.

Derek was approaching Stiles now but not in the rushed way he expected. Derek was scenting the air and taking slow almost calculated steps as if he was sizing up Stiles.

Just as Derek got into Stiles personal space he remembered the rest of the text. He quickly bared his neck, casting his eyes down to the floor as a whimper slipped out from between his lips accidentally.

TEETH

Derek was roused by muffled voices were coming from the floor above him. He was still between sleep and wakefulness when the scent wafted down the toward him. Reflexively he pulled on the chains and roared, his wolf wanted Stiles and he could sense his closeness.

As the voices continued he began to grow infinitely more restless. His body reacted without his consent. HIs breathing became deep and labored making his chest puff out just to recede back in. As he breathed small, murderous yips oozed from his mouth and his body began to twitch.

Derek felt as if something was crawling beneath his skin forcing him to rage against the chains that bound him in the basement; away from his mate. However he could hear them breaking so he began to pull harder. He pulled and growled until the chains snapped and clattered to the floor. The alpha ripped the cuffs from his wrists and ankles before carefully removing the head piece. Upstairs he could smell the new absence of the person that was not him mate. He smiled and his mate were alone now. An ear splitting roar made its way out of his chest at that realization. He wanted to show his mate his power and this seemed to be the only logical first step.

He ran up the stairs but when he reached the top he had a passing thought that he didn't want to scare away his mate. He wanted to court him. He wanted his mate to want him. He burst through the door but took slow steps in an attempt to calm his mate's nerves.

Obviously the human was far from calm, nervousness and fear flowed off him in waves. Derek moved closer to his mate scenting the air the entire way to see if the attitude of his human had changed to something more calming as he moved forward but it seemed to be the opposite.

Just as he was close enough to bump their toes together the human bared his neck for him.

He stopped his wolf relaxed and receded slightly in doing so it brought a little of Derek's human conscience to fore front of his mind.

This is Stiles. The most annoying human on the planet. I want to mate this boy for life. I have accepted that it is not only my wolf's desire but my own as well. I need to tell him what is happening before anything happens. I don't want to displease him because I want him forever.

After Derek thought it through he stepped back one step keeping himself in arms reach of his intended mate. Stiles eyed him curiously but stayed in his position of submission. Derek reached forward and used a gentle palm to straighten Stiles neck and to bring his eyes so that they were facing his own.

"Stiles" the word came out in a hard rasp making Derek sound like an 80-year-old smoker. He cleared his throat, "Stiles, there is something I need I tell you."

"Then just tell me," Stiles covered the hand that was on his face with his own. Derek just peak to me I'll listen. I'll follow you to the end of the world if need be. Please Derek I'm so confused, why is this happening, I'm sorry if I did anything wrong. Derek I think I'm in love with you, you can tell me anything and I will do it. Stiles thought the sweet, comforting words but didn't say any of them.

Derek being the ever sardonic and monotone man that he was couldn't find the words that would sum up the whole situation and not frighten Stiles into leaving. His hesitation was going to be the end of his because he could feel his wolf moving back and taking him over. His face and hands fluctuated between wolf and human for a couple of moments and Stiles didn't run instead he tightened his grip on the hand that was still on his face and stepped forward. He face was a mix of concern and apprehension as he moved even closer to Derek and pressed his body to the wolf's. Stiles knows that werewolves are very tactile people. That is a fact he doesn't need to think or process but instead just knows.

Derek couldn't believe Stiles was comforting him instead of running away. He was so proud of his strong mate. He moved his hand from Stiles face so he could wrap them around his waist. He then rubbed a scruffy cheek atop the boy's head nuzzling into the hug.

Stiles was calm the moment he stepped into Derek's personal space as if that was where he belonged. When Derek wrapped him into a bear hug he was unsure and in completely new territory but when Derek rubbed his cheek across his head in a soothing motion Stiles' hesitation disappeared and he returned the hug moving his arms to be around Derek's waist.

"Stiles, there is something you have top know about me," Derek began after a few minutes of just standing there hugging.

Stiles hummed in response pressing for an explanation. When none followed he moved his head from Derek's chest to look up at his face. To his amusement his neck and cheeks were slightly pink and the blush was slowly working up his ears. "Yes, Derek?"

Derek cast his eyes over the boy's head and mumbled something unintelligible. Stiles squeezed him slightly and said, "you know I didn't hear that. Come on you can say it this is a judgment free zone." Stiles smiled comfortingly up at the were.

Derek stole himself away for a moment and looked Stiles directly in the eyes. "Stiles, I'm in heat and my wolf has chosen you as its mate." Stiles went to open his mouth to say something but Derek cut him off, "not only has my wolf chosen you, but I have as well."

Stiles gapped up at him for a heart beat and then broke into a huge smile, "Derek Xavier Hale you have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say that."

Derek physically relaxed at the words and tentatively leaned forward and kissed Stiles.