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I awoke to the ringing of my phone. Sometime after clinging to the toilet and throwing up all the things I didn’t eat, I had crawled back into bed, shivering until I had slipped into a restless sleep. By now I was burning up, feeling feverish as I peeked from underneath the covers at the angrily buzzing device.
While I was still pondering if it could be anything important enough to make moving to get it worth it, it stopped. Yay. Less decisions to be made. I sighed and curled back into the soothing dark under the blanket, which at least helped soothing my pounding headache. Nope, I wasn’t leaving my nest anytime soon.
Just as I settled enough once more to think of sleep, it rang again.
Oh for fucks sake. That couldn’t be good. It never was.
With worry slowly creeping into my dazed mind, I swatted blindly at the nightstand until my fingers found a familiar shape and I pulled the phone into the dimness of my small little blanket cave. I swiped to accept the call without checking the caller ID.
“Oh thank god!! You’re safe, right? Tell me you’re safe”, Scott screamed into my ear.
With a scrunched up face I held the phone as far from my ear as the blanket would allow and grumbled disgruntled. I rubbed a hand down my face before I put it back into speaking range.
“Stiles? Stiiiiiiles??”
Patience was a virtue Scott didn’t seem to possess at the moment. The puppy was still way too loud and the throbbing in my head came back with fervor. My brain told me to just end the call because I was so not in the mood to get up and fight whatever shit was going down right now that had Scott so worried and agitated.
But who’s a good friend? Yeah, this guy.
“Tone it down dude”, I whined.
Nope I absolutely wasn’t above whining right now. My throat felt too dry, causing my voice to sound scratchy and rough and my head was killing me, not to mention the nausea that was lingering underneath it all.
“Whoa you sound bad. Are you alright? Where are you??”
“At home.”
For a second I worried that I had been supposed to be somewhere, but although my brain was not really working that well right now it insisted on ‘No’.
“What? You know there’s school today?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Yes Scotty boy. I know, but I’m sick. Slept mostly until now. How late is it anyway?”
“It’s – hey, stop that – “
I heard some slapping noises, a few growls and then a short argument. Patiently I waited as someone seemed to wrestle with Scott for his phone. Then, an annoyed but triumphant huff could be heard.
“Stilinski. Get your ass to the loft. NOW. You tools can flirt later.”
Aaaand the call was over. It’s always so lovely to talk with Jackson, 10/10 would phone again.
I groaned and buried my face in the mattress. I really hoped for them this was hella important. Otherwise I would rip someone’s head off and put it on a stick. Preferably Jackson’s. Although that would maybe result in Lydia taking revenge on me. Okay, so maybe no decapitating Jackson. But my Dad would be seriously pissed if he saw me running around town when he had excused me from school for the day. There would definitely be hell to pay and not from me.
It was really tempting to be a bad friend right now and stay home. But if I was honest with myself, I knew I couldn’t endure not knowing what was going on and if everybody was safe.
My mind flicked to Derek and how he had looked when he had stumbled into my room, but I quickly shoved the thought down. If he wanted to pretend nothing happened between us, I could play this part. Okay, it hurt, because I had the bad feeling I was not only sexually attracted to him, and something was always pulling me back to his side, but I wasn’t going to be the annoying teen who couldn’t control his crush and made everything difficult.
Accepting my fate, I slowly rolled over to the edge of the bed and just let myself drop out of it and onto the floor, effectively freeing myself from the blanket without entangling myself in it. I caught myself before hitting the ground too hard and got into a somewhat upright sitting position, waiting until the world stopped turning (more than it should) to put my feet underneath me and stand up.
I winced when I put my weight onto both feet. Yeah. Totally had forgotten about the pleasure of having a twisted ankle. Hurray.
Hobbling to the head of my bed I pulled out the bat from underneath one of my pillows and used it as a cane to get to my closet without falling over. I would need to take it with me today since running wasn’t really an option. Not that it did much except give me a false sense of security, but I take whatever I can get.
Balancing on one leg, I put on my black sweats and threw on a shirt and a hoodie, as usually more aiming for comfort than looks. When I had wiggled into my shoes I grabbed my keys and prepared for the probably not so enjoyable adventure of taking the stairs. With a deep breath I took as many at once as I could, effectively shortening the torture, but probably doubling the intensity.
When I reached my Jeep I already felt antsy and stressed out, the queasiness and headache stealing away what little energy I had restored through the sleep. My hands were suspiciously pale as I grabbed the wheel and when I glanced into the rearview, I couldn’t help grimacing at the sight. There were dark circles underneath my eyes, which themselves were slightly red and teary, no color in my cheeks, very few in my lips and my hair was in even more of a mess than it usually was. Lovely. I looked like a Zombie.
With an angry noise I pulled out of the driveway and floored the gas. I did my best to avoid all the spots where Dad usually sent his deputies for their rounds and was especially careful when I couldn’t drive around them. Getting stopped by an over eager police officer was not what I needed right now if I wanted to get back to my bed before Dad came home.
Faster than I thought (but slower than I wanted) I arrived at the loft. Jackson’s Porsche was there, meticulously clean as always, right next to the car Scott borrowed from his Mum. I turned around and parked so I could be the first to head out if we needed to.
As I approached the door (after more fucking stairs – ouch!) it was pushed open and I could see the pack assembled inside around the big table near the window front, discussing loudly and with angry voices. I mumbled a thanks to Isaac who had opened the door and hobbled towards the group, ignoring Isaac’s inquisitive stare. Everyone was there except Derek. I glanced back at the curly head.
“Where’s our fearless leader?”
“Checking the woods for scents.”
I nodded absentmindedly. Why did he need to this alone? He was supposed to be the alpha, and alphas are where their pack is. Even if it was annoying the living hell out of you by throwing insults at each other like they were doing right now. I waited another moment, but when the pack continued to argue and didn’t acknowledge me, I cleared my throat loudly while tapping the bat against the table.
“So… what creature managed to step on your tails?”
Scott twisted around, his mouth open, ready to spit a ‘Shut up’ when he met my unimpressed stare. Werewolf senses my ass. None of them had heard me coming. Well. Except Isaac. I could only assume that he had stayed on the sidelines, unwilling to participate in this stupid quarrel, whatever it was about.
The hard lines in Scott’s face morphed into soft relief as he took two big steps towards me and pulled me into his arms. It was pretty nice, since he was oozing warmth into my aching muscles and the pressure of his hold was strangely calming. I patted his back and he squeezed harder, which stopped feeling good almost immediately.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch. Scott. Squishy human here. Bad puppy!!”, I wheezed.
He released me with an apologetic smile, which faded when he finally took in my appearance. I watched a frown form on his face, concern returning to his eyes, but before he could ask about it, Erica chimed in.
“What the fuck happened to you Batman?? You look like shit.”
She slowly stepped around the table to get a better look. I only rested the bat on my shoulder with a sigh and raised an eyebrow. I knew I was a little under the weather right now, but this was just impolite. Bad puppies. Where’s a newspaper to hit their noses when you need one?
“Thank you for the compliment Catwoman. I’m sick and supposed to lie in my cozy warm bed. So does anyone care to explain what’s up before my Dad comes to drag me back to said bed by my ear?”
Isaac snorted, stepping back carefully as a small silence spread for all but five seconds. The calm before the storm.
“It’s a Grindylow”, Boyd said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Jackson groaned annoyed.
“NO. It’s a fucking Selkie!”, he spat.
“Hell no you thickheaded idiot. It’s an Afanc”, Lydia stated with a smile that was scary enough to shut Jackson up for the moment.
“Oh come on! It’s definitely an Each-Uisge”, Erica threw in.
I could see Jackson’s head turning red with rage and he opened his mouth, most definitely to spew something rather poisonous when I decided it was time to intervene before they started going for each other’s throats a bit less metaphorically.
“SHUT UP!”
The wolfs winced slightly and I myself immediately regretted shouting as my head pulsed painfully in reaction. At least it had worked. I sighed.
“Okay guys, let’s start over. What do we know?”
Jackson opened his mouth again, but I cut him off with my bat raised in his direction.
“No! No more guessing what the creature is until you tell me what it does.”
He shut his mouth with a pout and leaned back against the windows. Expectantly I looked at Isaac, who was snickering and badly hiding it behind his hand. He straightened up immediately under my stare and stepped closer to the table.
“Well…two bodies were found near the lake in the preserve here”, he pointed at a blue smudge on the map, “and the small river here”, his finger landing somewhere on the wiggly line. I limped forward and took a closer look.
“That’s where the bridge is, right?”, I asked, squinting at the red marks and scribbly handwriting that marked the spots. He nodded.
“Yeah. Both had water in their lungs, but knew how to swim. A limb or two were missing, but no special mark otherwise.”
“Any sightings?”
“No. A man claimed to have seen a large snake but it turned out to be a tree trunk.”
I raised both eyebrows, Isaac shrugged.
“He was drunk as a skunk.”
“So I’m guessing it can either change into a human being or is damn good at being almost invisible. The places it grabbed his victims from are usually well-visited hiking trails. Someone should have seen something.”
Someone made an affirming noise.
Sighing I let my eyes wander over the map. Beacon Hills didn’t really have many more lakes or rivers to house a water creature, and it was pretty safe to assume it was something like that if it drowned its victims. But the river was long enough to create space for a lot more mischief until we found the thing. Only small passages were shallow, other’s deep enough to drown a grown man. It would be hard to catch.
“What about the victims? Anything special? Same job? Hobby? Relation?”
A heavy silence spread and I raised my gaze to find everyone avoiding looking me in the eyes. My mouth went dry and my heart beat faster. This was not good. Not good at all. I held onto the table as another wave of nausea hit me.
“WHAT?” I hissed. “What is it?”
Anger seeped through me as still no one looked at me. My own patience was rather thin right now.
“We got through this once, we can do it again. Someone will always be there with you. We’ll switch until we find that thing”, Scott said.
“I can watch him at school first, I almost have all classes with him anyway”, my favorite blonde wolf threw in.
“I can do the afternoons”, Boyd added.
“I’ll stay the nights”, Jackson volunteered. I wasn’t the only one who stared at him like he just declared his love for gay porn.
“At least he’s not talking when he’s sleeping, right?”
Scott snorted. “He always talks.”
I raised my hands in an attempt to stop them from ranting on and planning out their Stiles-buddy system any further.
“Could someone please tell me why I need to have a baby-sitter?”, I tried in a calm tone.
Silence spread again.
“Virgins”, a calm voice lastly revealed, amusement clear and unhidden in its tone.
My head shot around and sure enough, there was Peter, lounging on the narrow staircase with an entertained look on his face and a sneer gracing his lips. Lurking as always.
“What?”
Virgins again. Why was the pack acting up because virgins were being taken again? I mean, aside from the obvious, because getting killed in itself is sucky enough, and being killed before you have the chance to do the do is really cruel, how does that justify keeping me under surveillance at all times?
Peter rolled his eyes and elegantly rose to take the last few steps down to the floor.
“Virgins, Stiles. Untouched”, he took a step towards me, predatory eyes lingering on my neck more than I was comfortable with, “pure”, another step, “untainted”, one more.
I felt the need to growl when he stopped a tad too close, clearly in my personal space, but I wasn’t ready to make a fool out of myself yet, so instead I jutted my chin out and grabbed the bat a little tighter.
“I know what a virgin is, Peter. But why the fuck is everyone so worried because of that?”
Jackson huffed out a breath.
“Because you are one, you dumbass”, he spat.
Oh. Oh. Of course they didn’t know. Now this would be a fun conversation.
I opened my mouth, but hesitated once more. I couldn’t really tell the Derek part, but if I told them that I wasn’t a virgin anymore, they’d probably want to know who and I couldn’t answer that. Well, technically I could, but practically it would be a stupid idea if I wanted to live long enough to have sex more than twice, since Derek obviously wanted to keep our thing a secret.
Scott whined behind me and I shot him a quick glance before focusing back on Peter - Peter, whose nostrils were flared, eyes flashing his supernatural blue as he leaned forward. With a swift move I raised the bat and snarled.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
That’s when I felt what the magic of gravity had achieved while I had been occupied: achingly slow, the remains of the cum Derek had buried inside of me dropped into my underwear, pooling there stickily.
I clenched my eyes shut and felt my face scrunch up. Fuck.
My mind shot back to the previous night. One would think that fucking in a shower would include getting clean again, but somehow I had just forgotten it in my tiredness and since I had been only on all fours or lying down all morning, it was not that surprising that it only found its way out of me now.
“Now that’s interesting”, Creeperwolf purred.
“Shut up”, I whispered heatedly.
Could he know that it was Derek’s? Since he came back from the dead, his senses weren’t quite the same as before, but he had more practice than the pack and was at least three times as observant.
“And here I was wondering where he was recovering so quickly”, he chuckled. "Sparks and their magic...such a wonderful thing. I didn't think he had it in him to go to you."
My eyes shot open. Steel blue one’s stared back at me. I frowned. What was he talking about?
“What is going on?”, Scott interrupted.
“Take a deep breath and you will know”, Peter grinned, eyes never leaving mine.
I whirled around as I raised the bat once more in threat.
“Don’t you dare!”
“But-“
“NO!”
“Then just tell us”, Lydia said, calmly inspecting her perfectly manicured fingernails.
When I remained silent, she stopped her inspection and made a prompting impatient gesture in my direction. I really, really didn’t want to tell them, but I knew that I had to at one point or another. I just hoped that the wolves wouldn’t follow Peter’s advice. By now he was back on the staircase, grinning like the cat who got the cream.
“Stiles”, Lydia warned.
“Okay okay”, I flailed my arms in the air. “I’m just no longer a virgin, alright?”
I saw Jackson’s mouth fall open (HA), Boyd nodding like he had expected it (uhm, okay) and Scott looking a little betrayed (ouch).
“What?? When did that happen? Why didn’t you tell me? Who was it?”
With a groan I made another unnecessary gesture.
“A couple weeks ago. It was a bit of a surprise since he’s not really into me. Well, romantically. I was still trying to figure out if this was a one-time thing or not.”
“But with who??”
“Doesn’t matter”, I bit out, hoping he would get the message and not ask further.
“Why?”
I threw my hands in the air in defeat.
“IT DOESN’T MATTER SCOTT”, I yelled. “All that does is that I’m not a fucking virgin anymore, alright?!”
“What the hell is going on?”
With a distressed noise I let my head fall back, eyes closed again. Of course. Of fucking course Derek had to come back right then and there to my declaration. Bye-bye throat. It was nice to have you.
“Our little Spark here had some fun last night but wouldn’t tell which Gentleman had the pleasure”, Peter informed his nephew smirking mischieviously.
Huh. Maybe that would save my throat. I hadn’t told them it was him, so I was safe, right? Carefully I turned around and faced the trademark frown of the Sourwolf.
“Not a virgin. Tadaaa?” I offered while wiggling my fingers of the free hand.
He rolled his eyes, then made his way over, suddenly stopping dead in his tracks as I shifted a little and felt another drop flow out of me. With morbid fascination I watched his eyes widen before they turned Alpha red. Oh my. He probably thought I was a freak for not cleaning myself after our fun shower session, especially since the others could potentially smell it was his come, but he was still the one who came mostly feral and didn’t speak. Anger slowly creeped into my veins like biting fire, burning down the hesitation. He was the one who always left me alone, who didn't explain. He was the reason I was hot and cold, had a headache and felt nauseous. I had the right to be angry after him running away again, right?
“What?”, I hissed, returning his stare provocatively.
He growled loudly and suddenly I was dragged away, the bat falling to the floor with a loud clank as a strong hand digged into my nape, forcing me to follow. When I was shoved into the bathroom, finally free from the threatening claws I whirled around to Derek.
“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM HALE? I didn’t say a thing! But I guess you always enjoyed being rough on me.”
The door snapped shut, and the lock clicked. In an instant I was pressed up against a wall, my face full with an angry werewolf.
“What my problem is? What is your game Stilinski?! You smell like you rolled in my bed for weeks!”
I laughed humorously.
“Oh I am certain I was never near your bed. I just didn’t have the time to shower before rushing over here.”
“What?? But why do you smell like I fucked you?”
What.
I stared at him in disbelief. He didn’t even twitch in the slightest.
“Are you kidding me?”
My blood was boiling with anger. It was a douchebag move to never talk about us having sex, but pretending it never happened was a whole new level of assholery.
Derek only bared his teeth while I stared into his unwavering eyes. My heart sank. No. This just couldn't be...
“You really don’t know, do you?”, I whispered.
The wolf made a strange noise in his throat.
"Do you know where you were last night? Or the night you told me to stay home and I actually listened?"
Derek hesitated and seemed to ponder.
"In the preserve, checking the river. Chasing a wendigo."
He didn’t know. He didn’t know. He didn’t know. I had slept with him and he didn’t even remember. I felt sick again. With a whine I started wiggling in his hold, which was a bad idea, as it released another gush of spunk into my soiled pants. GOD. How much had he come inside me?? This was getting ridiculous.
I desperately hoped his senses hadn’t picked up what was happening, but I was all out of luck today.
His eyes shot up, growling he pinned me with one arm while his other hand unceremoniously pushed into my sweats, then into my briefs, his fingers diving roughly right into my crack and pressing up against my twitching hole, scraping at the escaping fluid. Ashamed I turned my head away from him and fixed my gaze on the sink, taking in the small cracks spreading through its bottom, gazing at the small specks where the color was a little darker and thought of my bed and the safe dark under its covers.
Derek retrieved his hand and I whimpered as I saw the white milky substance on his fingers. He sniffed at it.
“That’s…”, he trailed off, then, after a bit of hesitation, licked it before sucking all of it into his mouth.
My heart skipped a beat and I couldn’t believe my stupid dick as it twitched in interest. How could it still get turned on in this damn situation?
“What. The. HELL. That’s mine.”
Derek looked back up at me and gripped my chin tightly to force me to turn my head in his direction. His face was no longer filled with confusion but fury, bright red fury that was shining in his eyes and fangs.
“What did you do to me you sick fuck?!”
I stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly, then laughter started bubbling from my lips uncontrollably and slowly grew into a manic laugh. What I did to him. This was hilarious. Sparks and their magic. Peter. Peter knew something. Derek may not, but his uncle. I snorted and obviously it was the wrong thing to do: The wolf roared and threw a punch at me, propelling me to the side and into the sink that cracked underneath my weight.
As I touched my now split lip I whimpered pitifully at the ache that the moving caused to my ribs. Derek was hovering over me, all wolfed out and how, just how could he still be so beautiful? But deadly things had always a weird beauty to them.
Tiredness bloomed rapidly in my mind and as I licked the blood from my lips it felt like everything had gone into slow motion. With fascination I observed small specks of dust twirling in the air and I smiled although it hurt. Wolves sure throw a mean punch. A cramp in my stomach made me curl over the shattered remains of the sink in pain, inflicting more cuts that meant nothing compared to the aching feeling in my abdomen. I whimpered.
“Listen to me Derek. Listen to my heartbeat.”
I paused, tongue already heavy and feeling wrong in my mouth. My vision started getting blurry and I couldn’t see if Derek did anything to affirm he heard me.
“I didn’t do shit. This, was all you. You fucked me. Twice”, I mumbled, slightly slurring the words.
I gulped against the lump in my throat and forced the darkness back for a moment longer.
“You took my virginity.”
Conveniently my head lolled to the side, just as the door flew open and blurry people-shaped shadows barged into the tiny bath.
“STILES!!”
Perfect. More loud noises.
“Bring..me..home…home….”
I sank into black.