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"No, Stiles." Scott's answer made Stiles freeze. "I don't trust you anymore." And with that, he turned around and walked away from him, Kira holding his shoulder while giving Stiles a look of pity that burned him worse than the words that left Scott's mouth- Stiles turned around, anger burning in his heart like a raging inferno mixed with shame and sadness that felt cold to his mind, he didn't care what happened to Scott anymore at that moment, he jumped onto his jeep before leaving back to his house. A simple joke- "C'mon Scotty, you know you trust me." -a simple joke about how Scott could let him find out more about whatever was troubling the True Alpha, whatever he wanted to know, anything. But then he says that to him!? Tears blurred his vision as he entered his house, his dad not there seeing as he was working the night shift, so Stiles did something he promised himself he would never do but did not care enough to stop-
He pulled out his dad's vodka and drank it all. His tears were salty, his despair palpable, his lips wet with alcohol, and his anger red.
He didn't think- He went back to his jeep and just drove, he needed to clear his head, he didn't care. Until he pressed his head against the steering wheel and screamed out in anguish, he raised his head just in time to see a butterfly? But a butterfly of that size was impossible, Stiles didn't even question why a butterfly would have the size or a truck before his eyes closed, he tried the breaks but it weren't working at all, instead all that he could do was turn the steering wheel- He had no change to even blink before the jeep had tumbled and turned, crashing right into the tree.
The giant butterfly raised its wings and flapped them, flying away- While in the air, the butterfly turned into strings that entered the body of the unconscious boy on the wrecked jeep.
Chaos and Change often go hand in hand.
When he blinked- Nothing changed.
The darkness was still there, there was nothing around him but darkness and he didn't understand why? He blinked again, he clearly flet his eyelids close and open as he blinked, but nothing happened! He turned his head around and a sharp pain exploded on his head, making him hiss in pain- "Stiles?" He heard his dad's voice from somewhere to his right, he was even more confused now but he turned to look at him and it suddenly clicked. "Dad?" His voice was weak, barely a whisper: "Dad? Why is everything black?" He heard a gasp from his dad as a warm hand held his hand, he heard his dad cry silently, not really silently but more of a whimper? Yeah, like a wounded dog. "Stiles, you've been in a coma for eight months now- You're blind son, you won't be able to see again." He felt the wet tears touch his skin as his dad kissed his hand wetly, once again he heard the same whimper and his mind analyzed the information he received and connected the dots- Whimper; A sound a canine or other animal makes when hurt or sad.
Like a wolf.
Werewolf.
"Who bit you?' He didn't mean to sound so broken, but he did- He waited for a moment for his father's voice but the answer came from someone else: "Me." That voice was the one he recognized, he knew who was the one who spoke with that voice that has been in more wet dreams than he can even count with his fingers! "Derek." Stiles tilted his injured head to turn to look at the direction the voice came from, if given his point of station, his dad is to his right then Derek is to his left... He could hear the beeping of a machine, maybe a heart monitor? It comes from his right too, so the door is likely to be on the left, where Derek is, because he is a protective wolf he would guard the entrace and exit of the room. "Don't stay there by the door, come here." He heard the sharp intake of breath from his dad as Stiles raised his left arm to open space for the other wolf, who in less than two seconds had his hand on Stiles' chest. "How-" Derek coughed, trying to hide his voice that betrayed his emotions, he sounded like he was crying his eyes out! "How did you know where i was?"
"Pffft." Stiles blew raspberry before he played with the fingers on Derek's hand, saying: "You're protective, and if we're where i think we are, then there's only one entrance and exit, which means you guard that entrance and exit to keep a packmate safe." Stiles could feel Derek's eyes on him, and that made him blush, or he would be blushing if he wasn't so tired. "Only you Stiles." His dad chuckled, but even his laugh was full of tears, and Stiles knew exactly why- They both hated hospitals so fucking much! "Derek... My eyes, are they damaged?" He waited for an answer, it took about five seconds for Derek to let out a chocked whine: "No." Before he was quiet again- Stiles went over what he read on blindness before and he pondered... "So Cortical Blindness? The damage was enough to cause Complete Blindness right?" The only confirmation he received was having the hand holding his hand tighten said hold, which was comforting for about five seconds before Stiles broke down into tears and sobs.
"I-" He cried. "I HATE the darkness dad, i hate it, i hate it- It reminds me of the Nogitsune, he loved the Darkness, he adored it, it was part of him!" Hands held his face as he broke down in gasps, there was some noise coming into the room and soon there were nurses speaking, a doctor tried to talk him down the panic attack but Stiles refused to listen because from the corner of his vision he saw the tendrils of the Nogitsune approaching him, but a hand on the back of his neck alongside the simple command of Derek's strong and strady voice was enough to make him relax: "Breathe Stiles. Breathe." He was pretty much boneless on Derek's arms, he was pretty sure he smelled like contentment and relaxed when Derek helped him through his panic attack, but when Derek muttered a "Good Boy." To him, he felt embarrassed by how turned on he felt- His dad coughed from the side, and that reminder that his dad was now a Werewolf was embarrassing.
It took a while, but after the nurses were gone, Stiles let him relax fully. His hands stopped clenching thightly as he felt a hand holding holding his wrist, it was warm and larger than his own hands: "Stiles." Derek once again spoke, his voice breaking as he whined, Stiles only needed to nod once and the man pulled him to his chest, whimpering and purring obnoxiously loud as he cried, holding him close: "Can't lose you, don't wanna lose you baby." Stiles didn't comment on the nickname Derek kept calling him over and over, he couldn't mean anything by it because of course he would never see Stiles like that! He was acting like a wolf whose packmane has just woken up from a coma, and by the way he spoke of giving his dad the Bite he must also be an Alpha, which means he sees Stiles as his packmate and Beta. "It's okay." Stiles knew how to comfort someone, how to hold someone as they cried their eyes out, how to offer his help, but he never ever felt like this: "It's okay Derek, I'm here, I'm here." He felt the wolf hug him tightly, wet tears falling into his face as the wolf started to aggressively cuddle with him.
After a long time, both his dad and Derek had enough of scent marking him, but neither let go of him. "He kicked me out." Stiles spoke first, whispering, knowing both Werewolves could hear him: "Scott. He kicked me out- Not exactly saying i was out, but he turned his back to me, and i felt it- I felt the bond break." He pressed a hand against his chest, right where his heart would be: "It hurt- So fucking much, and now? Now i don't feel it anymore, it is an empty hole." He chuckled humorlessly to himself, his scent betrayed how downright miserable he felt because his dad and Derek were back at snuggling the shit out of him, and as a touch-starved guy who accepted their touch with clear glee. He felt a hand on his neck, right where his neck and shoulder meet, and soon something snapped right where the hole in his heart was- At that moment a world of colors bursted out in front of his eyes, he knew he wasn't seeing it as much as it just appeared before his eyes since the darkness around him was still the same.
Ocular hallucinations? Not uncommon.
"I'm your Alpha now baby, i won't ever let you go." He did not comment on the pet name, he decides to just- Close his eyes and relax, sleeping once again.
Things soon fell in a rythm.
Stiles had to do physical therapy so his legs and other muscles could support his weight- Talking about his weight, he started eating shit again, which meant his weight was coming back! Well, Derek also started feeding him, from what he learned about what happened after he went into a coma was the following: For the first five months, his dad was a loathing mess that was barely functional and only pushed himself to work and work, until Scott appeared and ended up pulling the Sheriff into the supernatural shenanigans that ended up with him being shot two months after, and Derek had arrived on month 6 of Stiles' coma. The man had become an Alpha and he even had a pack outside of Beacon Hills that he had left behind under the hands of his second in command before coming to find his Mate to bring them back to his pack-
The moment the word 'Mate' left Derek's lips, Stiles pondered who that would be, because of course it would never be him. "My pack lands is on Alaska, where we have enough land to run around and play, where snow is white and clean, where the world doesn't reach us." Hearing Derek describe his pack was beautiful and Stiles was glad he had managed to make himself a good home far away from the Hell that was Beacon Hills: "I'm so glad that you found happiness Der-" Stiles placed his hand right on Derek's cheek, he felt the Alpha nuzzle close to him and he swears he caught a glimpse of something red, but he ignored it as he felt the Alpha purr under his hold: "Your pack sounds so great." Derek suddenly growled, making Stiles tense as he focused on his hearing to try and detect any sound he hasn't heard, looking for any threat: "My pack?" Hearing Derek's growling question, Stiles felt confused- Of course it was Derek's pack, why is he even questioning if it was his pack? "Yeah?" Stiles didn't understand that that was the wrong answer, because suddenly his back was pressing against his bed and there was a warm breath of air on his face.
"Stiles." Derek's voice was thick with emotion that Stiles couldn't identify, the darkness around him was blinking and giving way to a red coloration that made Stiles feel heat, he saw two red eyes staring right down at him and by the position they were in he could tell- They were Derek's eyes. "You are my pack. You are mine." With that statement, Stiles felt something snap inside his body, a switch was flipped because he went boneless and his muscles relaxed- He didn't know why, but he felt safe under the watch of those eyes: "...'M wah?" His voice sounded lazy to his ears, as if he had just woken up or something similar: "You're mine Stiles, mine." He couldn't react because lips were kissing his lips, and under the powerful force behind that kiss everything around him was red at that moment as he felt this overwhelming sensation of lovepackmateprotectprovidebreedlove over and over again through this weird thin thread. When those lips pulled back, he gasped and panted heavily, he didn't know what happened for a few seconds before lips were pulling him once again into a blissful state of fuzzy bliss and blissful delight that made him groan loudly as something touched his crotch.
"I-is that?" The only answer he received was a quick kiss to his chin, his wrists were both released and he was quick to chase after the touch of the Alpha, Stiles felt suddenly cold before the door closed with a loud slam, he heard footsteps as Derek ran away- Stiles blinked, that overwhelming redness was gone, but he could still kinda see it? It was weird, because he could feel everything around him, everything as if a map of his room was on his head, so detailed and in three dimensions! He could see colors, threads, and even weird blobs of energy? Weird. But his focus was on the fact that Derek ran away from him, he kissed him and ran, it hurt more than he wanted to admit to himself-
He got up, he avoided stepping on the sock on the ground before carefully nudging it with his feet, feeling the softness of the sock and only then believing that somehow he could detect and feel everything around him- Well, at least everything around his room! He ran, ran right into a wall of muscle as Derek opened his door, Stiles didn't notice him until he felt his face hit the man's... chest? Since when was Derek so tall? "Fuck." Swearing, Stiles fell back unto the ground but his perception of the room around him was slowly retreating back into his mind, but not before he could see this scarlet red wolf staring at him alongside the figure of Derek Hale- It was like the whole world around him had color, he saw the white lines on the black darkness that formed the furniture and other items scattered around his room turning into color as Derek stood before him. He was wearing no shirt, his skin was sun-kissed and he had hair all over his body, his eyes flashed red for a moment as Stiles looked at him, and the moment they made eye contact he saw it-
Derek Hale was feeling horny, surprised, concerned, and slightly amused. But then he scented the air of Stiles' anxiety and despaie and frowned, concern and sadness filled his mind before Stiles snapped back and everything went black again. "Stiles-" He didn't mean to, but he flinched when Derek's hand toucbed his arm, he pulled away and walked back to his bed where he gave his back to the Alpha Werewolf as he tried to control his breathing. He was feeling overwhelmed about how much Derek was feeling for him- He didn't know whag it all meant, he knew but he didn't want to admit it to himself because if he assumed it to be something that isn't he will break when Derek denies the existence of what his needy and clingy mind made! "Baby, look at me please." Stiles couldn't help the snort that escaped him- Seriously Derek? "Look at you? I don't see you, you idiot." Stiles couldn't resist telling that joke to try and distract himself from what he was feeling, but hot hands grasped his thighs as a sweet voice whispered to him: "Baby, please, what happened?"
"I... nothing, it's okay, nothing happened." He knew Derek could heart the lie, even he could hear the lie, but he didn't want to talk about it because that kiss didn't mean anything. This doesn't mean anything- He shouldn't get emotionally attached to Derek because he will have to leave, and that thought is more painful than he thought it would be. "Baby please, you can tell me anything." But again, hearing his voice and feeling his lips was enough to drive Stiles crazy, he felt the need of something but he didn't know what he needed- "You left." His voice was barely a whisper, the arms holding him moved for a second as Stiles continued to whisper: "I don't want to feel like this- Feel so needy, you left and i almost had a fucking panic attack, fuck, i feel so pathetic right now." He chuckled because his own stupidity was funny to him, he cannot allow himself to feel something for Derek again because he will leave him, he will leave him.
Like everyone does, eventually.
"Baby, you're not pathetic, you're my beautiful-" Stiles scoffed so hard he thought something might come out of his nose, but instead all that left him was this weird noise between confused and painful, almost like if you kicked a fox: "-You don't believe me, baby?" Stiles shook his head, not trusting his voice not to waver since he could feel the pathetic tears streaking down his useless eyes, but warm hands held his face as a whisper echoed in his mind: "Let me prove it to you, how much you mean to me." He didn't have to answer because warm lips were kissing him again, and once again he is nothing but cooperative and submissive when Derek holds him, he doesn't even react to being manhandled to sit on Derek's lap, well, he felt something poking his ass of course but he was way too focused on not cumming on his underwear to notice it- until he did, and once he did, he couldn't stop noticing it anymore.
"Baby, you feel it don't you? You feel my love for you, how big it is? How girthy it is?" Derek moved his hips and Stiles felt the penis there moved, grind against his ass in a slow but blissful shove: "I want to be inside you so bad baby, ever since i saw you for the first time, i wanted to mount you, fuck you against the wall and make you bed for my cock baby boy- I wanted to make you so wet, so broken, so addicted to me that you couldn't even live withoht my cock inside you, and the you would never leave my side." That- That sounded really nice actually, being never far from each other, being Derek's was... Arousing. "I can smell it in you baby, you want to be mine don't you? You want to be only mine and mine alone for the rest of our lives don't you? You want to be fucked every single day by me don't you baby?" Stiles nodded, his chin touching Derek's shoulder a finger was slowly pushing inside Stiles' hole easily, breaching where Stiles had no qualm or courage to even dare play with after the whole Nogitsune thing- I mean, he was in a coma so maybe he is thighter now? His dildo wasn't that big, about 6 inches because he was starting to play with it.
"So beautiful." A kiss touched his chin. "So cute." Another kiss touched his forehead. Another finger, wet with lube or spit (Stiles didn't know nor cared about it) breached his hole and pushed inside him with brutal and rough efficiency, eagerly crushing his prostate and making him squeal in a way he never did before: "So slutty." The word slutty was snarled through gritted teeth against his sensitive ears, which were even more sensitive since he started depending on them a lot more than he used to- He even started training on echolocation and got a little good at it! "So needy, aren't you sweetheart?" Those same fingers once again punched him straight into the prostate, making his back arch back as he felt an overwhelming sensation flow through his whole body: "You like it baby? Wanna keep going?" The answer Derek received was a whine of need from the boy who wrapped his legs around the Alpha's waist tightly, his mind was full of images of Stiles full of his cum, dripping wet, full of his puppies. "Yesyesyes- Yes." The needy sounds that left his mouth was embarrassing, but he only felt the need to please Derek, the need to be good for him.
"Ask nicely." Stiles felt those large fangs scrape over his ear and he moaned when another finger pushed in- It burned so good, so beautifully that Stiles had to push back against those fingers, he pushed down hard and moaned when those fingers pushed against his prostate. "Please Alpha-" the moment the word 'Alpha' left his lips, the fingers on his ass furiously pressed against his prostate before Derek started pistoning his hole with such a brutality that Siles knew that he was using his werewolf strength and speed to fuck him nice and rough: "Yes my little slut, my favorite, my only baby, mine." Stiles didn't even have time to warn Derek when he simply came all over the older man, it was messy really quickly, he felt shame overflow his mind: "So good for me baby, you came just from me playing with your hole, you're so perfect, such a good boy." In a few praises, Stiles continued to feel ashamed but it was mixed alongside arousal and the feeling of accomplishment, the feeling of doing something good and being good for Derek. "You?" Stiles could still feel that warm member close to his ass, in fact, he wanted to be fucked so much by Derek! "Baby, you wouldn't be able to take my cock now, I'd wreck you beyond return."
Stiles whined- Actually whined!- when he heard that, not only because it excited and aroused him even more, but also because it saddened him. "What's wrong baby?" Derek of course smelled the sadness on him, feeling safe and vulnerable on his arms, Stiles spoke: "I'm sad that I'll never be able to see your dick." There was a silent pause for about five seconds before Derek huffed a breath of hot air righr by Stiles' ear before whispering: "I could show you y'know, Alphas can share memories too." It was at that moment that Stiles remembered that simple fact, but he decided to ask for it later and not right now, so he shook his head for a moment and they soon fell into a comfortable silence that lasted about five minutes before Stiles said: "I want you to cover me with your cum." Derek didn't have time to react when Stiles grasped his still rock hard dick and laid himself back in a way that Derek's dick was just on top of him as well: "Please Alpha? Mark me so everyone knows I'm yours." Stiles had no idea where that came from, but he was glad he said that because Derek was soon rutting against him, using his thighs as a fleshlight to fuck and Stiles was so down for that!
Stiles felt how Derek's cock rubbed against his thighs and he never felt something so hot and big between his thighs before, and in a matter of minutes Derek was covering him with his cum, spreading his cum over his body with his large hand. Stiles loved that Derek was bigger than him, he felt so vulnerable next to him but oh so safe- "So beautiful, covered in my cum, my baby." Stiles hummed, buzzing with positive emotions, safety, love, and so comfortable that he couldn't help but sigh, fully relaxed. "Run away with me." Derek whispered. "Run away from Beacon Hills with me."
"Where would we go?" Stiles asked- His cheeks warm from his blushing, he felt those lips that he dreamed kissing him do exactly that, but not where he wanted it, instead kissing his cheek. "Where Derek?"
"Anywhere. Everywhere. Tell me a place and I'll take you there-" Stiles did not let him finish whatever he was going to say, he kissed the werewolf. Pulled him closer until he was laying on top of him, he whispered: "Okay. I'll go."
Leaving Beacon Hills was easy, so easy that it Stiles only knew they were out of Beacon Hills hours later when they stopped at a motel to rest- Which was a good experience because Derek carried him all the way on his arms, which was embarrassing as fuck. "Baby, you don't need to be embarrassed about that." Derek chuckled right by his ear, which made him hard because his ears were sensitive! They ended the night with Derek spreading and fucking his hole with three of his fingers that were the size of a normal cock, he melted so easily under the wolf's touch that he didn't care when Derek took him to the bathroom and washed him until he was sparkling clear, his hands carefully touching him in ways that he couldn't help but want more.
In the end he was fucked his the dildo Derek bought before Derek let him use his hands to please him, he also managed to lick the large head of his dick and drink a portion of Derek's cum, the rest covered his face and Derek let it dry before washing it off of him, which meant he smelled strongly of Derek's cum. They were going back to Alaska, but they decided to take the route on Derek's camaro since the man had left it behind when he left to take his sister back to Brazil then flew straight back to Alaska where the Hales owned some land and there he started a new pack quickly thanks to Peter who spread around the information about a Hale Alpha who could full shift and soon a lot of people wanted to be part of his Pack but Derek was really big! He had about 50 Betas, 30 of them were Omegas who lost their Packs due to Hunters and were running away from them, Derek accepted them in his pack and didn't care that they had blue eyes, the other 20 Betas were from other different species, humans, witches, mermaids, nymphs, fae, and other shapeshifters which was mind blowimg to learn about their existence! Stiles was so proud of Derek for being a good Alpha after learning from his mistakes!
"Your pack sounds so beautiful." Stiles forgot that Derek hated whenever he mentioned the Pack by 'your' and not 'our', so he started punishing Stiles each time he said 'yours' and not 'ours', and secretly not-so-secretly Stiles loved the spanking because he always got hard and leaking each time he slapped his ass with that strong hand. It always made sitting down painful, but he loved it. "You're doing that on purpose aren't you, my little slut?" Stiles blushed and saw the red eyes staring at him, it took a while for Stiles to figure out what was happening but he soon learned that whatever he is doing is magical in nature, a form of Extrasensorial magic that let him "see" things in a way he never could with his eyes. He could see everything about Derek, his emoions, his wolf, his power, his intentions, and how dangerous he was! Stiles is also pretty sure he can see souls because he saw around a bunch of people that weren't there to begin with, ghosts.
He also started experimenting with this new ability and tried to discover what he can do with it.
In summary, he learned he can detect everything around him in a range of 30 meters! It started with only 10 Meters but he managed to increase it to 30, and while in the range of 30 meters he can "see" everything. He can detect auras, emotions, intentions, danger level, power, souls, and even pack bonds! He saw his pack bond to Derek and saw the ones connecting him to his pack and they were beautiful- He hasn't told Derek yet, not because he didn't want to but because he was afraid Derek wouldn't believe him seeing as he didn't have proof of whatever he was experiencing... He considered it, but soon ignored it as he focused on getting better at whatever this thing is before telling Derek, not to burden him with something that he isn't sure about.
But then it changes- He started seeing not only things around him, but he started seeing beyond himself- A few kilometers ahead to be specific, he managed to "see" a team of hunters gathering to make an ambush, so he warned Derek before it even happened! They managed to avoid the ambush and Derek asked him how he knew it would happen, that was when Stiles told him: "I-i didn't think you would believe me- Hell, not even i believed it the first time i started seeing things in a different way again, i just thought i was going crazy like my mum-" His lips were taken into s hot kiss, Derek did not let him go that night, instead he spanked him until he cried like a toddler for mercy, and then Derek fucked him with a bigger dildo than before, preparing him for the real deal that he would get once they arrived at their pack land.
When asked why, Derek told him that he wanted Stiles' first time to be special, very special. He would claim him in their pack land, fuck him against the ground of their land, fuck him against the walls of their room, fuck him everywhere and anywhere. Stiles really wanted that-
But one night, Stiles saw something- He saw the future.
Derek's home, it was lit ablaze with orange flames and screams of death- He woke up crying and told Derek what he saw, the last face he saw before waking up was Kate Argent's face.
[To Be Continued?]