Chapter Text
(Picking up right where "This is Where it All Begins..." ends)
Waking up the next day was like a dream come true.
Stiles stirred slowly, tightening his arms around the torso of his favorite werewolf. Derek was warm in a way that melted away all the tension through Stiles' body. His head was resting on Derek's chest, rising and falling along with his breathing. He could hear the steady heartbeat of his lover and felt the protection he had over the younger man, even in sleep.
Stiles just smiled, close-lipped with his eyes closed, tightening his hold.
Man, he loved him.
-
A couple more hours of sleep passed before he felt a soft kiss on his forehead, waking him.
"You awake?" Derek asked quietly.
"Mhm."
"Your alarm went off a while ago, but you didn't even budge. I let you sleep a little longer."
"Thanks," he responded looking up into Derek's beautiful eyes and messy hair. "What time'sit?"
"We've got about thirty minutes," Derek answered, yawning.
Stiles sighed, "I don't want to get up."
"Me either."
"Then let's just stay here. We could watch movies all day," Stiles suggested, moving to straddle Derek and look innocently down at him.
"Yeah, right," Derek said sarcastically, while holding Stiles' hips, not letting him start anything. "You're dad's letting you stay here because he knows I'll take care of you, not let you skip school."
"I know you want to," Stiles taunted, starting to circle his hips.
"Stop it," Derek said trying to push Stiles away gently, face inevitably filled with pleasure.
Stiles just grabbed his hands and pinned them by his head, while he continued to grind into him.
Derek could easily overpower him, but something in Derek's wasn't letting him.
Stiles leaned down and captured his mouth in a kiss that had fireworks bursting behind Derek's eyes.
"Fuck," he moaned out against Stiles' lips.
Derek flipped them quickly and had his hands on him in an instant.
"If we're doing this, it has to be fast."
Stiles just moaned at the sensation of having Derek's large hands on him and having his body on top of him. It was, hands down, the best feeling in the world.
Derek wrapped his hand around both of their growing members and stroked them hard and fast, leaving Stiles dying happily beneath him.
"Please," he whimpered.
"I wish we had more time so I could do this properly. I could eat you out until you're crying and begging to be fucked, but no you had to have it now, didn't you?"
Stiles whimpered again and nodded eagerly.
"Baby can't have enough, can he?"
Stiles sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and shook his head.
"Use your words, baby."
"No! I always need you. Always. I always want you. Please, I need to come," Stiles begged.
"Then come.”
And he did.
Hard.
-
Stiles was only a little late that day.
After a shower, a quick breakfast and a fast drive to school, he made it about fifteen minutes after the bell rang.
"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," Stiles repeated through several chaste kisses to Derek's soft lips.
"I love you, too," Derek laughed, reaching out to grab Stiles by the chin, pulling him in for a real kiss.
The younger man melted into the kiss, never wanting to leave.
"I'll miss you," Derek promised.
"I'll miss you, too," Stiles smiled. "Wish me luck in facing the wrath of Harris for being late twice this week."
"It's your own fault. You decided to take two classes of his and we would've been on time."
"Whatever, you loved it."
"Go to class, idiot."
Stiles smiled as Derek kissed his cheek.
"Okay, see you later."
"Bye."
-
"That's two days in a row, Stilinski. Anything you want to talk to me about?" Harris asked as soon as Stiles stepped a foot in the door.
"Hey, I'm earlier than yesterday," Stiles said optimistically, as he took his seat next to Scott, who looked disgusted at Stiles' scent... again.
He got through the lesson, actually taking notes, as he thought about his boyfriend, a smile filling his face.
-
The day went by normally with no problems. He didn't get detention- thank god. But his friends were still a little weirded out at the thought of Derek and Stiles sleeping together. With a disgusted sniff of the nose, they all knew the real reason why Stiles was late, but no one said anything. Everyone except Lydia, who simply said, "worth being late," and continued eating her salad.
He texted Derek all day, lamenting the fact that he needed to head home at least for a while before the pack meeting to talk to his dad, and bring some clothes to Derek's.
Derek dropped the jeep off in the school parking lot for him so he could drive there after school and that was honestly the nicest thing in the world. Derek wanted him in, out and back with him as soon as possible.
He really is the sweetest.
Overall, it was a great improvement from the day before, but all he wanted was to be back in Derek's arms, safe and happy.
But... it can't ever be easy for him, can it?
-
Stiles was leaving school that day thinking about how happy he was that he was finally done with the day. He was so ready to just collapse into Derek's chest and never leave.
He looked around and noticed there was barely anyone there. The parking lot was somewhat empty, the concrete barren of cars.
Stiles felt a buzzing in his pocket as he was jingling his keys around to find the right one to unlock his car. With a sigh he fished through his pocket for his phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, buddy," Scott answered.
"Hey," he responded with a sigh. "Before you even ask, yes I'm coming to the meeting tonight, don't worry your pretty little alpha head. I'm just running a little late because Harris wanted to see me after school about my last test. I need to stop by Dad's for like two seconds and then I'm done. I'll be there. I know you guys want to poke and prod at me and Derek, so I wouldn't miss it for the world," Stiles promised as he finally found his key.
Scott chuckled, "Okay, I was just making sure."
"Yeah, you guys better not ask anything too weird, okay? Like you don't need to know about our sex lives, that's just weird."
"Trust me, I don't want to know, but the girls on the other hand, probably will."
Stiles was the one who laughed this time, but before he could make a comment about the weirdness of their friends, he was grabbed by the back of hi- Derek's shirt and thrown against the jeep roughly, his back being stabbed by his key.
Everything went pretty quick and yet agonizingly slow after that.
He dropped his phone with a clatter as he heard Scott calling out his name.
In the movies characters barely wince in pain when they get punched, but Stiles will admit, getting punched in the face hurt like a bitch.
He tried to fight back but nothing was working. He cried out for help hoping someone would hear, but no one came. He never knew how weak he really was watching all his supernatural friends in battle.
He heard the guy, he remembered was named Joseph, calling him a fag, saying him and his "little boyfriend are the talk of this school" and apparently that seemed to be a problem for him.
Every blow got more and more painful making him more and more numb. He was telling him to "please stop," but the assailant seemed not to care what he had to say. His voice got quieter as he felt like he was going to pass out from all the pain he was enduring. He was curled in on himself laying on the ground completely disoriented.
Joseph kicked him in the gut, calling him names and Stiles just wished Derek was there to hug him, to tell him it was going to be okay.
He wanted it to be okay.
-
Stiles didn't know when the hitting stopped or when Joseph left but he was flowing in and out of consciousness, when he heard people calling his name.
Was it Scott?
He hoped it was Scott.
His vision was fuzzy with tears and pain and all he wanted was Derek.
"Stiles?" he heard a beautiful voice ask, as two warm hands cradled the uninjured sides of his head.
"Der'k?" he mumbled out through his swollen and bleeding lips.
"It's me, baby. I'm here. It's me. You're okay, now. No one's gonna hurt you. I promise. I'm here. I love you," Derek continuously mumbled into Stiles' hair, as he took the pain from his ribs. He held him up in a sitting position, leaning into his chest, whispering comforting things into his ear. "You're okay. I'm here, now. No one's gonna hurt you."
"It hurts," Stiles said panting.
He didn't want to open his eyes because he didn't want to look at the blood he assumed was on the ground and the tears he assumed littered Derek's shirt. He couldn't wipe at them and the saltiness burned the cuts that decorated his face.
"I know, baby. I know. Just keep breathing, okay? The ambulance will be here any minute."
"Okay," Stiles sniffled, hugging Derek as close as he could even with his broken ribs. He felt a warm hand touch his back and he jumped at the contact, afraid of anyone but his mate.
"It's okay, baby, it's just Scott. It's okay," Derek calmed.
Stiles relaxed into the contact and let Scott's hand run up and down his back, comforting him.
"Where does it hurt?" Scott asked calmly.
"My wrist and stomach," Stiles answered sounding pained- which he was.
Suddenly his wrist didn't hurt so bad as his best friend syphoned the pain.
Stiles felt tired, as he started dozing off and his heartbeat slowed greatly in return.
"Hey, you have stay awake, okay?" Derek told him gently.
Stiles kept trying to keep himself up, but he was just so tired and being in Derek's arms made him feel safe.
"Keep m'awake. Dis'ract me," Stiles mumbled out.
"I talked to your dad today," Derek started.
"Really?" Stiles asked smiling as softly as he could.
"I asked him if you could spend more time at the loft... He said that you could spend the week there, but you have to stay at home on the weekends. That's good, right?"
Stiles hummed in agreement. "I can't sleep with'ou you, when yo'r not in bed. I jus' toss 'n turn, missing your arms a'roun me."
"I can't sleep without you, either," Derek said deep and richly.
Stiles sniffled back more tears.
"I love you."
"I love you, too," Derek replied quietly as he kissed Stiles' temple.
-
Derek paced the loft aimlessly, waiting for the rest of the pack to arrive when Lydia came up to stop him.
"Derek, relax. No one's gonna freak out," she said calmly.
"It's just... things have never been this good and I don't want anything to r-"
"Woah, Derek, your nose is bleeding!" Isaac called out from his spot, lounging on the couch.
"What?" he said, eyes big as he reached up to touch the blood streaming down his face. He looked at his red fingers, confused. He didn't think werewolves could get bloody noses.
"Derek, your arm," Lydia added.
He looked down at his now slowly growing purple arm, shaping into a hand mark, as if someone grabbed him too hard.
They all healed quickly, but it still left Derek rather disoriented.
Next, a black eye was on his face as Scott came through the main door with his phone pressed to his ear.
"Stiles? Stiles?!" he shouted.
Suddenly it all made sense.
"Where is he?" Derek asked angrily, eyes blazing red.
"Leaving the school. He was getting into his car. I- I could hear his keys. Then he dropped them... and his phone," Scott answered nervously, voice shaking.
Derek kept listening in on the sounds from the phone as he grabbed his keys, leaving the loft in a hurry.
They left the pack lost in their wake as Derek and Scott ran down the staircase and into Derek's Camaro.
They both heard Stiles groan repeatedly, beg for help and for whoever was hurting him to stop.
Derek kept getting angrier and angrier through the drive to the school, his eyes burning redder and redder.
"Derek, you can't be this angry when we get there. If he's hurt," Derek growled lowly, "he's gonna need you to not be angry," Scott insisted.
Derek took a deep breath, letting his eyes turn back to a deep green.
He was passing the speed limit easily and couldn't care less. All that was on his mind was Stiles; Stiles and keeping him safe.
He screeched around the corner of the school and they both saw Stiles laying on his side, curled in on himself and holding his stomach, face hidden.
They parked and Derek was out of the car in an instant, leaving his door open and the car running.
He came up to his mate and softly asked, "Stiles?"
He reached down, smelling the blood and pain Stiles was emitting, and grabbed the sides of Stiles' face, tipping it upwards to reveal his battered and bruised face and body.
He had two badly bruised eyes that were swollen shut and his lips were cut as if he'd been punched repeatedly- which he probably had been.
Derek knew his ribs had been kicked in by the way Stiles was holding them and wincing slightly at his movements.
"Der'k?" Stiles mumbled out through his swollen and bleeding lips.
Derek just wanted to melt at the sound of Stiles' pleading voice.
"It's me, baby. I'm here. It's me. You're okay, now. No one's gonna hurt you. I promise. I'm here. I love you," Derek continuously mumbled into Stiles' hair, as he took the pain from his ribs. He gently hugged him to his chest and kept whispering comforting words. "You're okay. I'm here, now. No one's gonna hurt you."
"It hurts," he heard Stiles pant out.
He wasn't opening his eyes, but tears were spilling onto Derek's shoulder as he held him close and wrapped his arms around him.
"I know, baby. I know. Just keep breathing, okay? The ambulance will be here any minute," he promised as Scott moved around on the phone.
"Okay," Stiles sniffled, hugging Derek as close as he could.
The Derek heard him whine slightly as his ribs jostled, but he wasn't letting go.
Scott hung up and slowly walked up behind Stiles, afraid of scaring him, and ran a hand over his spine, warm from the sun beaming onto it.
Stiles jumped slightly and whimpered curling closer to Derek.
"It's okay, baby, it's just Scott. It's okay," Derek whispered into his ear.
Stiles relaxed into the contact and let Scott's hand run up and down his back, as the wolves heard sirens in the distance.
"Where does it hurt?" Scott asked.
"My stomach and wrist."
Scott was on it, taking the pain from his wrist, easing some of the tension in his body.
They both could hear his heartbeat slow and Derek tried desperately to keep him awake.
"Hey, you have stay awake, okay?" Derek told him quietly.
"Keep m'awake. Dis'ract me," Stiles mumbled out, seeming out of it.
"I talked to your dad today," Derek started, trying to lighten the mood.
"Really?" his mate asked, feeling him smile.
"I asked him if you could spend more time at the loft... He said that you could spend the week there, but you have to stay at home on the weekends. That's good, right?"
Stiles hummed in agreement, making Derek smile sadly.
"I can't sleep with'ou you, when yo'r not in bed. I jus' toss 'n turn, missing your arms a'roun me."
"I can't sleep without you, either," Derek said deep and richly.
Stiles sniffled back more tears.
"I love you."
"I love you, too," Derek replied as he kissed his temple softly.
He looked up slightly and saw the look of awe on Scott's face at the affection between the two. Derek just smiled gently holding Stiles closer.
Scott kept his hand steady on his back as he took some more of his pain.
Stiles sighed and sniffled, burrowing his head deeper into Derek's neck.
Derek's eyes softened.
"No one's gonna hurt you anymore."
-
Derek was holding Stiles' hand tight, fingers interlaced, when the Sheriff came into the hospital room.
Stiles looked pretty worse for wear. All the messy blood had been cleaned off and wounds had been bandaged, but he was still in pretty bad shape.
The Sheriff stood in the doorway, looking at Derek sitting in the seat next to his son, watching with his brows scrunched in apprehension. Stiles was asleep while Derek sat worrying.
He walked around to Stiles, opposite Derek, and reached down, gently running his hand down his slightly bruised arm, until it met a cast on his arm.
Stiles stirred and attempted to open his swollen eyes. He winced at his movement and squeezed Derek's hand tighter.
Derek pulled Stiles' hand up and kissed the back of it.
The Sheriff leaned down and kissed his son's head softly and whispered, "Will you please tell us who did this to you?" sounding close to tears.
Stiles nodded.
The Sheriff sat down in a chair and got out his notepad, while Derek kissed his hand again.
Stiles looked to his boyfriend with pleading eyes.
"Do you promise to let my dad take care of it? I don't want you to do anything stupid," he asked in a quiet cracking voice.
"It wouldn't be stupid," Derek replied shaking his head. "But I won't. I promise."
Stiles nodded and then looked to his father.
"His name is Joseph Ashman. He's on the lacrosse team with me."
The Sheriff nodded and scribbled down the name.
"Did he say why he did this to you?" Derek asked, obviously hurting.
Stiles hesitated a moment, but with his dad motioning for him to continue, he answered.
"He... called me a fag. Said that he didn't like the fact that there was a fag on his team. Didn't like people talking about me and m-my new boyfriend. That i-it was w-wrong."
Stiles started to tear up.
Derek sat next to Stiles on the bed and pulled him into his arms, hugging his shaking figure as he began crying again.
Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck and let the tears come.
Derek shushed him and said "I love you," repeatedly into his ear, just like Stiles had done that morning.
The Sheriff excused himself saying he was going to get back to the station and make some calls, and that he'd get Stiles' statement tomorrow, figuring the two needed some time alone.
When Stiles started to calm down, Derek began to pull away, but Stiles whimpered and held him tighter.
Derek smiled.
"Here, baby, scoot over."
Stiles did and Derek sat back in the bed next to him. Stiles wasted no time in resting his bandaged, cut cheek on Derek's chest and resting his cast over his mate's torso.
Derek ran a hand up and down his hospital-gown covered back, silently telling him that he was there and that he wasn't going anywhere.
Stiles was fast asleep, feeling the warmth of his mate.
-
About an hour or two later, Derek woke up to the feeling of a hand touching his arm. He looked up to see Scott with Isaac, Lydia and Allison.
"Hey," he whispered, trying to not wake Stiles.
"Hi. I kept them away as long as I could. They really wanted to see him," Scott said apologetically.
"It's okay," he said, holding his mate tight again.
"How is he?" Lydia asked quietly.
"Things have been kind of touch and go. He's fine until he has to talk about it... He gets really upset, but I've been able to calm him down."
"Do you know who did it?" Allison asked.
"Yeah. He told the Sheriff and he's out working on finding the guy- said he's on the lacrosse team."
"Really? Who?" Scott asked.
"Joseph Something."
"That's crazy. I would've never pictured him doing this."
"Well, he did enough to break three ribs and his wrist," Derek answered looking stormy and red eyed.
"I hope they arrest that low-life," Lydia added angrily.
They all heard a groan and Derek felt a movement, so they all looked to Stiles, who was trying to hold Derek tighter, laying almost half on top of him.
"Baby, you awake?" Derek asked.
Stiles shook his head with his eyes closed.
"Yes you are, you liar," Derek said smiling.
"Just wanna sleep," he mumbled.
"Okay," Derek agreed, kissing his temple.
"I love you," Stiles puffed out almost silently, before falling back asleep instantly.
"Even bruised and battered, you two are cute," Isaac commented under his breath, rolling his eyes.
Everyone, including Derek turned to the young werewolf, making his eyes grow comically wide.
"Did I say that out loud?"
They all nodded.
"What? We were all thinking it!"