I was made aware that this chapter failed to update when I tried a few days ago so hopefully second time lucky.
WARNING: There is an implied rape scene in this chapter, nothing graphic but some may not wish to read it.
Chapter 3
Finally Derek has no choice but to release his grip on Stiles neck, if he had carried on any longer he would have lost consciousness or possibly his own life. He falls back onto the earth still holding to Stiles with the last of his strength. Gasping for breath he starts to panic again when there is no movement or sound coming from the newly turned werewolf.
Just as Derek was about to open his lips to speak he is startled by the teens sudden movement. Stiles rolls from the older werewolf grasp and onto his knees, he takes in a gasp of air and releases a loud howl that shakes the very trees surrounding them.
Derek suddenly had Stiles, fully shifted, looming over him. He stares in amazement at the newly turned werewolf's beauty. Fur lines his well-developed cheek bones and jaw line, his brow is scrunched but his nose still has the little button upturn that he loved, and his lips were still full and red with his fangs peeking out over them. Derek's breath caught in his throat when he finally noticed Stiles eye, they were gleaming red, like the blood reflecting moon light.
Just as he catches enough breath to speak, Derek is winded when Stiles places a clawed hand on the centre of his chest and pushed to pin him firmly into the ground.
"Stiles what are you…" He weakly gasps as more pressure is applied to his chest and the newly turned Alpha above him growls low and deep in his chest, threatening that if he moves his throat will be ripped out.
Acting purely on instincts Derek bares his throat and whines in submission. He freezes when Stiles leans down and sniffs at the side of his throat before opening his mouth and wrapping his fangs around the older werewolf's jugular. Trying to stop himself from whimpering is next to impossible, he holds his breath as the jaw around his throat tightens its grip enough for the fangs to pierce his skin slightly and small rivulets of blood to flow the wounds. He lets out a sigh when the Alpha above him releases his hold from his throat and starts to lap the trails of blood until they slowly heal.
Derek is startled when the younger werewolf starts to nuzzle and nip at his still bared throat, he tried but fails to hold back a pleading whine. Stiles chest rumbles in a pleased purr and he licks the spot one more time. Derek tried to speak again.
"Stiles, come on try to shift back!". His attempt is met with another displeased growl and a painful bite to his left ear. Derek stays completely still trying to prevent further reprimand from the purely instinctual Alpha on top of him.
Derek yelps when Stiles starts to shift his weight. He keeps his hand firmly pressed on the older man's chest and uses the other to remove what is left of his shredded clothing. They come off with no hassle and the Alpha teen shudders when his flesh is fully exposed.
He instantly realises what will happen if he can't get away or calm Stiles enough for him to shift back to human. Derek vocalises his panic with a high pitched whine, causing the Alpha above him to lean forward again and gently nuzzle his cheek against the side of his captives face. The gesture would have been calming if the situation was slightly different.
Stiles sat back up and stared down at the wolf beneath him with red eyes before using his claws to cut away at the older wolfs torn and ripped leather jacket and shirt. With fear fully taking hold Derek started to struggle. He used the last of his strength to hit the Alpha in the side of the head, giving enough leverage to push himself out from underneath his captor. He manages to role on to his front and crawls a few feet towards the Camaro.
Derek struggles to get up onto his feet, he stumbles as he tries to run. He loses his balance when the loud roar startles him from behind, and his falls head first into the dirt. A scream of pain is torn from his throat when Stiles lands on his back and digs his claws into his shoulders forcing him further into the ground below. The Alpha growls by his ear before biting hard into the back of his neck, subduing any further movement as his body goes completely limp, like a pup being lifted in its mother's jaws.
With fangs still imbedded in the back of his neck, Derek bites his lip when he feels the rest of his jacket and shirt being roughly yanked from his body. He shivers when his back and chest are exposed to the cold winter breeze, also fear creeps up his spine when the rough hand starts to tug at the waistline of his jeans claws starting to rip into the fabric.
Derek's mind suddenly escapes his body and all of his senses switch off. What if he deserves this? What if this is all his past wrong choices, all the pain he had caused, what if this was his punishment for everything he had done to cause his loved ones suffering. His head was filled with images of all he pain he had caused over the years to everyone he cared for or who cared about him. He deserved this punishment.
Letting out a pained whimper Derek resigned himself to his fate. Stiles paused for a moment behind him and released his jaws from the back of his neck. The older werewolf responded by baring his throat again and lifted his hips up as much as he could. He heard a low rumble and was quickly relieved of his jeans and boxers. Now lying completely naked underneath the teenage Alpha, Derek felt his face heat up at feeling so vulnerable.
Knowing what would soon becoming next; Derek managed to get his arms into a comfier position braced at the side of him with his claws digging into the dirt acting like a anchor. He closed his eyes tight and clenched his jaw waiting for the inevitable. Derek kept his body compliant as the events that followed left him in pain and mentally broken. Finally when the horrific act was done Stiles collapsed on top of the older werewolf, he shifted back to his human form.
Derek lay still with the arms of the young Alpha still wrapped around him. When he thought it was safe enough he used the last dregs of his strength to push against the ground and role both himself and Stiles onto their sides. Panting to catch his breath Derek, forced his sore body up on to his knees. As he looked up into the sky above he realised the sun was just over head indicating it was close to midday. Fuck what the hell was he going to tell the pack. He remembered the blanket that he kept in the back of the Camaro would be just enough to keep Stiles covered until he regained consciousness.
Slowly Derek rose to his unsteady feet, He found the tatters of his jacket just an arm's length away, he grabbed hold of it, realizing it would do the job of keeping Stile warm enough until he returned with the blanket. He laid it over the young Alphas sleeping form before limping in the direction of both the Camaro and the Jeep.
Derek was lost in thought as he walked slowly through the trees. His still naked flesh was still covered with blood and dirt and the wounds he had sustained refused to close. While he was completely distracted he missed the sound of footsteps coming from behind.
A loud band echoed around the forest scaring every living thing that heard it. The wolfsbane bullet flew through the air heading straight for its intended target. It hit Derek straight in the left shoulder and he screamed in agony as he fell onto his knees. He managed a final look up at his attackers as they strode towards him. The last thing he saw was two tall figures dressed in dark clothing reaching down as he finally gave up and slipped into unconsciousness.