Holy shit, this chapter's short... Well. Sorry.
FINAL INSTALLMENT OF BROKEN TOY! This has been one of my most viewed stories, and it's gotten such positive feedback! I'd like to thank *pulls out ridiculously long list* MY VIEWERS/READERS! (and spellcheck...)
Warnings: Character death, blood, maybe language?
Boring disclaimer: belongs to jeff davis. plot bunnies are mine, i bought them off an illegal slave trade fair and square.
Normally, Stiles would have made a witty remark about how clingy Peter was being, but he couldn't think, let alone put together intelligent responses, through the pain from the liquid fire that was quickly coursing through his veins. He gasped as an invisible force made a chokehold on his lungs.
Peter slashed a claw through the remaining binds that held the teen in place. Stiles lacked the strength and proper blood flow required to sit up by him self and fell unhindered into the wolf's waiting arms. "I knew you'd fall for me eventually…"
The man leaned in to kiss the teen again, but was stopped. His eyes went wide and he started coughing, blood splattering onto Stiles' pain-contorted face. Derek stood behind the wolf, his hand appearing. It was bloodied. Peter fell back and dropped Stiles, his eyes unblinkingly staring up to the ceiling. Derek carefully wrapped Stiles' arms around his neck and scooped up the quickly paling teen. He sat in the chair Stiles had been bound to and looked over the teen. "No, no no, Stiles, come on! Stiles, you can't let go now, you can't die on me!" he yelled, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe Peter's blood off the boy's face.
"Dying would be an awfully big adventure…" Stiles whispered in a hoarse voice that didn't suit him at all, smiling weakly.
Derek laughed disbelievingly, tears fogging his vision.
"Are you crying?"
"Of course, I'm crying, you moron," Derek barked.
Stiles smiled again, proud of himself. "I made Big Bad cry…" He coughed, the simple action wracking his whole body. The teen cried out and clutched at his chest, body tightening. "Is it supposed to hurt this much?"
"No… Stiles, please, you can't leave me, too!" Derek sobbed, not trying to hide his tears anymore. "I love you!"
"D-Derek, I can't…" the boy whispered, closing his eyes. His breath was becoming more labored by the minute.
"You have to!" Derek couldn't bear to hear the 'no' that would break him.
"No."
Derek cried loudly and hated Stiles for giving up on him.
"Derek?"
"What?"
"Kiss me."
Derek leaned over and kissed the boy he loved with everything he had and more. All the passion and love and frustration poured from Derek into the kiss. He pulled away and quickly pecking the teen once more, running a rough hand over his smooth cheeks.
"My first kiss…" Stiles whispered, not opening his eyes. "Sweet…"
"It wasn't your-"
Stiles tried to raise a hand to cover Derek' mouth and shut up his blastphemous words, but couldn't find his strength. So, he settled on "Yes... it was..." and a weak wink.
Derek laughed and leaned down to press a chaste kiss to the teen's lips. "I'm in love with you, you know that, right?"
"I lo-" Stiles' heart slowly dwindled to nothing, fluttering near the end like a bird trying to take flight for the first time.
"Stiles?"
The chatty teen, for once in his life, was silent.
As he clutched the love of his life's body, rocking slightly, he cried harder than he had ever cried before in his life.
DON'T HATE ME MORE THAN I ALREADY HATE MYSELF!