And There It Is Ch 5
Notes: Sorry for the delay! Things are ramping up so thank you for continuing to follow the story! Also tell me what you think, any and all feedback is appreciated.
Derek led Stiles into the forest behind his house. The two seemed to walk for miles, and when Stiles felt Derek's iron grip on him loosen gradually, he pulled out of it and boldly laced his fingers through the alpha's. The wolf man huffed but didn't let go, his hand covering Stiles' like a warm glove. The two walked hand and hand in the forest.
It felt nice.
As the forest loomed before them, the trees began to grow closer together and the shadows began to expand into deeper and deeper regions of darkness. Stiles eventually noticed that Derek was putting more weight on his right foot than his left. After training his eyes on the figure before him, Stiles reached out and grabbed the left hand side of Derek's torso.
Derek instantly turned around and roared into his face loudly, eyes wide and glowing red. Birds squawked and flew from their nests above them in annoyance.
"Thanks, now I'm deaf." Stiles affirmed flatly.
"Don't do that." Derek seethed inches away from Stiles, looking like he wanted to tear Stiles limb from limb.
"What happened?"
"Let's go." Derek rebutted, pulling Stiles deeper into the forest by the hand.
"No, Derek! " Stiles insisted.
"Let me see."
"Stiles." The alpha continued, his voice sharp in warning.
"Derek Let me see." Stiles urged, his voice determined.
Derek stopped and looked at him, his face unreadable.
Stiles gently lifted the alpha's shirt and found the perfectly chiseled torso covered in bruises in shades of black and blue accompanied by red, tender areas where new tissue had just formed all over his back.
"It looks really tender" Stiles spoke, gently touching the area, causing Derek to flinch slightly at the contact.
Stiles gently ran his hands over the muscled chest and abdomen. Derek laid his head heavily on Stiles' shoulder, his breath hot and tickling against the small hairs on Stiles' neck.
"How did you do this sourwolf? Are you playing with wolfs bane darts again?" Stiles questioned quietly.
Stiles gently massaged the tissues, coaxing deep and satisfied rumblings from alpha's chest. Even though he wouldn't admit it out loud, Derek's skin showed signs that he was in severe pain.
"Derek" Stiles started, looking over into the alpha's eyes, which were staring back at him soulfully.
"Are you ok?" Stiles asked concerned.
Stiles didn't know how it happened but Derek was suddenly all around him.
And then Derek's mouth was on his giving him the neediest, hungriest kisses ever known to man. Derek was holding him tightly against his body trying to force his mouth into Stiles', causing Stiles to moan out in response. The two kept at it for what seemed eternity, but in the forest, it seemed like time stood still. Derek was nipping at the inside of his mouth in a hungry manner and Stiles was clinging against the alpha back with all his might, their mouths clasped together, eyes closed and Stiles writhing against Derek's rock hard wall of muscle, making satisfied sounds as the two made out like horny teenagers.
Derek released him finally with a gasp, crinkling his nose slightly.
"You smell."
"What! No I don't; I showered today thank you very much!" Stiles responded indignantly.
"You know what I mean." Derek said huffing quietly.
He took Stiles' hand in his and pulled him deeper into the forest.
Oh.
Stiles face was flushed pink.
The two finally reached a clearing where a river flowed majestically, undisturbed by the outside world.
"Wow, this place is beautiful." Stiles acknowledged.
"No one can track us this far into the forest." Derek murmured.
Stiles turned to Derek, waiting for more.
Derek stared into the river.
"My family used to come here all the time. Our secret place." Derek supplied quietly.
Stiles looked at the surging water; he saw something shining in the depths.
He took a step forward
"Hey what's that?" Stiles asked pointing at something glinting in the water.
His footing gave way, and in characteristic Stiles manner he stumbled clumsily, about to fall into the river to his peril.
A familiar hand grabbed his and pulled him to safety.
"It's a tin whistle. My sister threw it into the river after getting mad at me for destroying her favorite stuffed animal."
Stiles nodded. He thought for a minute.
"A tin whistle? Wouldn't it have rusted by now?"
"It's obviously made from stainless steel." Derek deadpanned.
"Well obviously" Stiles mimicked rolling his eyes.
Derek sat at the bank of the river, pulling Stiles down so he was sitting next to him, their knees touching.
The two watched the water pass by, the gentle sound of the leaves rustling in the trees.
"Derek what's going on? Are you ok?" Stiles asked finally.
"Just something I have to take care of."
Stiles gently laid his head on Derek's shoulder, sighing quietly.
"Can I help?"
"No."
"Is this one of those I won't let you help me situations?"
"Yes." Derek responded flatly.
"Are you going to be alright? Those bruises are healing really slowly" Stiles continued.
Derek didn't speak. The river ran its course.
The sky slowly began to grey above them threatening rain. The two sat in silence until it started getting uncomfortable. Well at least for Stiles.
"Derek."
"What" the alpha grunted softy.
"If you and I were hanging out. What would you want to do?"
Derek thought for a moment.
"Eat greasy take out and watch Star Wars for the billionth time."
"We haven't seen it that many times." Stiles retorted in quiet disdain.
"I wasn't complaining."
Derek stared into the sky as he noticed the clouds bulging with rain.
"I guess you can identify with two brats that whine their way through life and somehow save the entire universe." Derek huffed quietly.
"Hey! Not cool!" Stiles rose from Derek's shoulder feigning hurt. He pushed Derek's head gently in mock anger.
Derek smirked.
"At least my all time favorite movie isn't Time Cop." Stiles sniped.
"That is not my all time favorite." Derek stated slowly in a dignified manner.
"I bet if I go back right now and turn on your DVD player, Jean Claude Van Damme will be smashing someone's head with his foot, trying to get back in time."
Derek started to refute Stiles' claim, but small droplets of water fell down, wetting his cheeks and hair with gentle splats.
Derek stood with propriety, locking his fingers against Stiles'.
"It's getting dark."
The two walked back in the moody twilight.
Stiles seemed to lag behind, but Derek kept on in a quick pace. Stiles couldn't resist but reach out and tickle Derek under his extended arm.
Derek squirmed roughly with a laugh.
Was that Derek laughing? Stiles made it his mission to make him make that sound again.
"Stiles what are you?!" Derek responded. But Stiles wasn't stopping, he took his chance and tried to get another shot at the alphas ultra sensitive tickle spot. He got a few chances in making the alpha laugh loudly almost forcing him to his knees.
He was suddenly and instantly slammed against the trunk of a nearby tree by the wrists. Derek's pupils dilated, crimson rings forming around the edges.
"Why do you do the most inappropriate things?" Derek breathed, inches away from Stiles, his voice resounding in anger but his eyes hungry with desire. Stiles could feel the warmth from the alpha's breath.
Derek's hands were in Stiles' armpits in a flash and tickling him mercilessly.
Stiles was ultra ticklish.
That was his total undoing.
Not good.
Stiles squawked loudly and tried to squirm out of the alphas grasp, but to no avail.
Ok Ok! Mercy! Mercy! Stiles gasped his face so red he looked like a cherry tomato.
Derek pinned him against the tree and forced their mouths together, his tongue dominating frantically, exploring every inch of Stiles' mouth. Stiles was back to moaning, writhing willing against him. Derek quickly maneuvered Stiles' legs around his hips, pushing so hard against the younger man, that Stiles could hear the bark from the tree actually cracking under the pressure. The alpha claimed Stiles' mouth hungrily, rolling their crotches together in a filthy manner, causing Stiles' temperature to rise quickly to its boiling point. His pants were getting tight and Derek was causing a stream of extremely dirty thoughts to run through his mind.
By the time their lips separated, they were both soaked to the bone.
Derek and Stiles walked hand and hand back through the forest.
Stiles couldn't help but smile.
It was the first time Derek had held his hand.
It was dark by the time the Hale house appeared in the distance; Stiles could hear his shoes sloshing uncomfortably with water.
"We're both soaked through" Stiles stated obviously.
"At least you don't smell like him anymore." Derek spoke into the night.
Stiles pulled himself closer to Derek.
"Derek what are you doing?"
Derek looked into his eyes, the gears in his head turning.
"Derek, it's better to have loved and lost, then not loved at all. That's what Alfred Lord Tennyson said." Stiles whispered.
And there it was. He said it. The cheesiest line in the history of cheesiest lines. It came out like a whisper though, clinging to the air and building a bridge between them and forcing each of them to meet at its middle.
Stiles wasn't prepared for the look Derek gave him in response. His stomach knotted and tears sprang to his eyes when he saw the agony fixated on the wolf man's face. Stiles rushed to his side and pulled the alpha to him as tightly as he could. He looked so lost, in a sea of unsaid 'I love yous,' a child hood consumed in the embers of a horrific fire, swimming in a torrent filled with loneliness and pain that wouldn't wash away the residual anger of its casualties. Stiles realized that something was keeping Derek in fear aside from the demons in his head. Stiles stared into those hazel eyes. Derek looked like a child. Lost and desperately needing a cuddle and soothing word. Stiles did his best, though his counterpart was the better at it, a cuddle from Derek could make everything feel alright, but he did his best, wrapping the hulking wolf man in his arms, laying soft kisses on the alpha's temple and letting the man breath. Sometime during the epic hugfest, Jackson and Lydia had arrived in Jackson's Porsche. After seeing the two clasped together as one, the car promptly drove away leaving them to cling to each other in the night rain.
The rain that would never wash away what had happened.
I'm tough you know. I can handle almost anything. Stiles thought, burying his face into the Alphas neck.
He closed his eyes and placed his head against Derek's, breathing softly needing a connection just as much as the alpha did. Stiles opened his eyes a few moments later to see Derek watching him intently.
"Hi" he said quietly.
Derek continued to stare, looking at Stiles in a different light. He blinked softly, some of his childlike wonder remaining. Stiles wished he could keep Derek like this forever.
"Do you want to talk?" He whispered, the sound being swept away in the cooling breeze that gently passed through the wet autumn foliage.
Derek placed his hands under stile's legs and slowly brought them up cradling the young man in his arms. He stood effortlessly and walked towards the cavernous Hale household. He opened the door with one hand and entered the dark interior, quickly shutting it effortlessly. He let Stiles find his footing and stated 'Bed' with an air of finality that meant that Stiles shouldn't try to argue or debate him on his command.
Stiles heard a tea kettle come to a boil as he stripped down to his boxers, and a few moments later, when Stiles was getting used to hearing the sound of rain pattering against the house, Derek walking in with a teapot and two mugs. Stiles smiled at the thought of Derek owning, let alone using a teapot, but accepted the cup of tea.
He took the mug gratefully from the wolf man and sipped it in the comfort of Derek's makeshift bed.
"Any sugar?" Stiles asked quietly because sugar was one of his many vices, and he loved having it with almost everything.
Derek stood silently like Lurch, and descended the stairs without a word. Stiles listened to the stomp of Derek's footfalls as they returned, the old stairs creaking under his weight.
Derek placed the sugar bowl into Stiles outstretched hand, both of them physically reacting when Stiles fingers overlapped Derek's. It didn't help ease the sudden tension that had risen between them. Derek slowly took off his jacket and pants, Stiles turned away looking at the faded wallpaper in an effort to give the wolf some privacy and turned back when he felt the bed dip as Derek crawled in.
"So." He said awkwardly.
"Feelings kinda suck huh?"
Derek sipped on his mug silently. There were those walls again.
Stiles nodded to himself and drank the tea, which was surprisingly good and not at all an acquired taste taken up by grandmas and anorexic model wannabes who believed its flavor somehow equaled nourishment.
He wondered what Derek's ideal body type would be.
His mind drew a blank.
Stiles glanced at the wolf as he sipped his tea, realizing that father time had been kind to him, his hair was still thick, but his smell had changed. There was a mellowness underlying the tough key notes, like the after taste of a peppermint, when the sweetness flows in past the overpowering mint that hits the tongue. There was also a sharp smell that he had smelt when Derek had appeared at the house before. It was the fragrance equivalence of the color red, invoking a feeling of anxiety and violence.
Still. Maybe the big bad wolf was ready to settle down?
"Are you still dating that guy?" Derek asked suddenly breaking the settling silence.
Yeah right. Settle down my ass.
"No." Stiles said annoyed. They were supposed to talk about them, about Derek's issues.
"Not that it's ANY of your business by the way."
The air changed.
He handed Derek the empty mug and decided to take his future happiness into his own hands. Dammit.
Stiles imagining Derek taking him in the middle of the deserted forest, the two of them writhing out of control like two sexy earthworms. Well if earthworms were sexy. Whatever. Stiles imagined himself yelling out in pleasure as the alpha hit his spot over and over again, trying to make him explode from the inside. He could feel his thoughts releasing waves upon waves of pheromones, allowing Derek to sense his arousal. He could tell when Derek tensed up, muscles straining, that the rush of pheromones had reached the wolf man.
"Stiles what are you?" Derek ventured warily.
Stiles rolled himself onto the wolf man in a quick movement, crotches touching. Derek's pupils were beyond dilated and he could tell that Derek was gripping as hard as he could onto the little control he had left.
"Stiles stop." The edge of Derek's voice contained the smallest quiver.
"What?" Stiles whispered in his most seductive voice. He sucked at being sexy, but it sounded pretty good to him, his lips softly asking the question in an innocent manner.
Stiles dipped himself onto Derek's mouth, their lips touching. Holy. Wow. The taste. Derek's appendage was instantly standing at attention in the worst way making an obscene bulge in his boxer briefs.
Bingo. We have a winner.
Derek was breathing hard, his own pheromones emanating the space, driving Stiles into his a higher state of euphoria, a real life fantasy now taking place.
Derek rolled them over so fast Stiles didn't even realize it. The power in the wolf man's body was incredible. Stiles realized that Derek seemed to be even more formidable than he had remembered. He was more muscular, even more ripped than he had imagined.
Before he could say anything to take back any control he had left in the situation, Derek had clamped his mouth onto Stiles' and was pushing his tongue down his throat. Stiles bucked in bliss.
Stiles still lay with his mouth open for service a few minutes later, eyes closed, practically in heaven.
A low, threatening growl made him open his eyes to see Derek wolfing out.
"Derek? "
Derek's eyes glowed like embers in a fire, he pushed off Stiles and stood still in the middle of the room listening to a disturbance in the distance that Stiles had no way of hearing with his normal human ears.
Derek slammed out of the room, running hard, crashing down the stairs in his wolf state. A moment later the front door slammed rattling the doors and Stiles heard Derek's roar as he ran deeper into the forest leaving him alone in a dark and decrepit house.
Who said it was the boy that ran away from the big bad wolf?
"Why do you always leave?" Stiles asked himself.
Well damn.
Stiles looked down on his body, thin scratches on his waist where Derek had pinned him and his legs still spread, waiting for their chance to be on the wolfs shoulders. Stiles could never catch a break, but then maybe he shouldn't have aimed that high. No one said being with an alpha with major issues would be easy, now did they?
Stiles laid back down smelling Derek on the sheets and pillow. He buried himself in the pile of blankets, the cold creeping in upon the warmth given to him by his cup of admittedly, delicious tea.
He woke some time later, still no Derek.
He stood with a sigh and put on his cold, damp clothing.
Mark's words echoed in his ears.
Stiles felt his anger rising. He knew that the wolf wouldn't ever be ready to take him seriously. All these years and still emotionally constipated?
Mark was right.
Mark was completely right. Stiles was just a make out buddy, nothing more.
Stiles stomped down the stairs angrily, even laughing when one gave way under his weight.
Derek appeared at the doorway sweating.
"Get back up stairs."
Stiles kept walking towards the door.
"I said get up the stairs!" Derek barked.
Stiles could feel his anger turning. Not only was he being shut out, but he was always kept at arm's length. Why was he the only one fighting for this relationship? If Derek was in danger, couldn't he rely on him to help? Just because he was the only human associated with the pack? He deserved better than this. Derek was someone who he cared about, and he was obviously in danger. The rejection of being shut out surged into a hurtful rage inside Stiles. Nothing had changed. Anyone deserved better than this. Stiles had not worried before because it was easier to exist that way. But now, now he didn't care. Derek never had the courage to fight for him. Never. He deserved better than this.
"Stiles I told you to get back upstairs." Derek started.
Stiles had already reached the bottom.
"Why don't you ever listen?!" The alpha roared, the sound of his anger ricocheting around the house like steel bullets inside a glass house.
"Because you never say anything worth listening to!" Stiles yelled back at the top of his lungs, suddenly stunning the wolf man.
He could feel the anger coursing through his veins like fire, burning away any happy memories he had of the Alpha. He was so angry. He had never been this angry. Nothing the alpha could do or say could make him feel otherwise.
"Stiles if you get into that car I will tear it to shreds! You are NOT leaving this house after dark!" Derek roared even louder, causing the windows the rattle slightly.
"Don't ever tell me what to do again," Stiles finalized so evenly he actually believed he could be so detached.
"Screw you Derek."
And there it was.
He turned.
The cold night air hit him like the opened door of a freezer as he unlocked his car and drove rapidly into the foggy night.
Screw Derek for making him feel helpless. He felt so embarrassed. Like a love sick fool who followed around someone who was way out of his league. It was always on Derek's terms. He said jump and Stiles asked how high. He was always the lowest priority. Derek never let him in. They weren't even friends, and deep down that hurt more than anything else.
Screw you Derek Hale. I curse the day you were born.
He yelled into the night, slamming his hands against the steering wheel trying to appease the rage that was building up inside.
Stiles felt moisture on his cheeks, he wiped it away angrily.
When he got home, in record time none the less, he looked at his missed calls, not one bit surprised that that bastard hadn't even had the decency to call. He had one message. He dialed into voice mail.
An unfamiliar female voice spoke:
"Hi Stiles, this is Crystal from TriForm Software, I came across your application and wanted to schedule an interview with you and our head of development for the software associate position."
Stiles stared at his phone for a moment.
TO BE CONTINUED…..