The Other Side Of The Mirror

Kate is the one to drive him back home because Gerard said he wanted Stiles out of his sight. Kate is angry and disappointed with him. She calls him soft and weak. Stiles is too numb to really register any of it.

When they’re back at home, Stiles makes a beeline for the bathroom. He pukes his guts out until there’s nothing left in him but he keeps on dry heaving for a long time, tears rolling down his cheeks, his breathing erratic. He has a panic attack right there on the bathroom floor.

After that night, there’s a numbness in him he can’t seem to shake off. Gerard eventually forgives his misgiving but it’s obvious he doesn’t trust Stiles anymore, not the way he used to. He sends Stiles on missions again but they’re a different kind.

He’s still sent to bait wolves but he isn’t left alone with them anymore and sometimes he’s given to fellow Hunters who deserve a reward for a night or two.

The first time Gerard pushed him towards a young and eager Hunter and told him he belonged to him for the night, Stiles hadn’t immediately understood. It was only when the guy had pulled him to his car and taken him to his place that Stiles had got it.

Stiles didn’t really like to think back on that night. He much preferred to let the numbness dull everything.

~*~

He’s 19 when Gerard and Kate approach him with a thick file. Their newest (oldest) target.

Alpha Derek Hale.

The file goes way back, even before Stiles was born. It goes over the long line of Hales, their Pack, the Hale fire and now Derek Hale who came back and reclaimed his territory and was making a lot of waves.

Through the numbness Stiles notices how restless Kate and Gerard are. This Derek Hale is bad news. He’ll destroy everything they’ve built. Stiles looks at the single picture of the man they have on file. A side profile so his eyes don’t glare and ruin the picture.

He’s handsome. Broad shouldered, sharp features, dark hair, attractive stubble.

Stiles knows what’s coming, he knows what will be asked of him. They couldn’t kill Derek Hale in the fire so now they’ll send Stiles in to do what he does best and finish the job. A job that was started so long ago Stiles had been just a young child who still had a loving parent.

~*~

He meets Derek by “chance” at the gas station one night as he’s browsing snacks with a drink in hand, playing with the straw with his mouth and tongue.

He sends Derek little looks from under his lashes until the man smirks and walks over to him and introduces himself. Stiles does the same. Derek Hale leaves the gas station with Stiles’ number saved on his phone.

Derek takes him on a date a few days later. Stiles has never been on a date before but it’s not like he can truly let himself enjoy it but still, it does something to him, having Derek take him out and treat him like he’s worth the trouble.

Stiles offers sex on the first date but Derek’s face does something weird for a moment before it’s gone and instead he gives Stiles a soft chaste goodnight kiss, ending the night there.

They do have sex eventually, after their third date, Derek takes him to a nice hotel and fucks him for hours. Slow, fast, so hard Stiles can’t think then slow again, in so many different positions Stiles feels like a rag doll. It’s the best sex he’s ever had.

Derek spends more than an hour eating him out, leaving Stiles sobbing in the pillows, his cock leaking in the sheets.

Derek makes him ride his cock, looking up at him avidly, edging him on to move the way Stiles likes, to chase his pleasure.

Stiles does and gets lost to it. Derek takes his erection in his hand and jerks him off in time with his little movements until he comes messily all over Derek’s stomach and chest.

He’s only given a few moments to catch his breath before Derek flips them and almost folds him in half, thrusting back into him hard and setting a brutal pace that steals Stiles’ breath away.

Derek has him begging, screaming his name and babbling nonsense until finally Derek takes mercy on him and lets Stiles get some rest. He pillows Stiles’ head onto his chest and runs his fingers up and down his naked back, sending shivers all over Stiles’ body.

Stiles never knew sex could be like this. He’s had a lot of sex ever since he turned 16 but it was never like this. Derek made him come untouched multiple times. That’s insane. But it’s the way Derek focused on Stiles’ pleasure as much as his own, maybe even more so than his own, that truly puzzles Stiles. Who does that? No one is that generous. Right?

He wakes up to an empty bed, an empty hotel room which feels strange. Derek didn’t even leave a note.

Stiles takes a shower and checks his phone. No messages. Nothing. He gets himself home to the small apartment Kate arranged for him to live in during the mission.

He sends Derek a text asking if everything’s okay and letting him know he made it home. He makes sure to add how much he enjoyed their date and their night together.

An hour or so later he understands why he hasn’t heard from Derek at all. Kate texts him the code word that means the mission is compromised and to report back immediately.

Stiles’ stomach drops with dread. What? It doesn’t make any sense. The mission is fine, he’s doing everything right. Derek is doing everything right.

He gets picked up from the point of contact in town by two Hunters he doesn’t recognize. He tries to ask questions but they shoot him down quickly. The dread in his stomach gets heavier.

He’s taken to headquarters (Gerard’s house) and brought to Gerard’s office. Chris, Kate and even Allison are present along with Gerard. Panic joins the dread and he shakily asks what’s going on?

The door shuts behind him and Gerard gestures for him to approach, Stiles does on slightly wobbly legs and Gerard turns his laptop around so Stiles can see the screen then presses the space bar.

Stiles’ moans of pleasure fills the office, on the screen Stiles is getting fucked face down onto the mattress by Derek who’s kneeling behind him, pulling him back onto his hard thrusts by the hips. Stiles swallows hard, face flushing as the Stiles on the screen babbles on and on, little curses, praises, edging Derek on. Stiles had been mindless then, the pleasure so overwhelming he hadn’t thought of anything else other than Derek’s cock and his own pleasure.

Then Derek shifts on the screen and his eyes meet the camera with a slight smirk and he lowers himself over Stiles and starts speaking to him softly but the camera picks it up and it’s unproportionally loud in the speakers, in Stiles’ ears.

“Aren't you being so good for me? look at you, taking me so well, you love this don’t you? you love it when i make you mine like this? you want to be mine so badly.”

The Stiles on the screen keens and starts repeating yes yes yes over and over as Derek pounds into him harder until Stiles can’t form words anymore and is left panting wetly into the sheets.

Stiles drops his eyes to the ground, flushed and trembling with embarrassment and shame. Gerard stops the video and then it’s silent as the grave.

It becomes obvious Stiles is the one expected to say something. Without looking up, he manages to stammer out that he was just doing his job.

Kate snorts, Gerard orders Stiles to look up at him so Stiles lifts his head sharply to do so, still trembling with shame, face red with embarrassment. Gerard looks calm, too calm, Stiles knows not to be deceived by his calmness, that it usually hid raging fury.

Stiles swallows convulsively and fights to keep his eyes up on Gerard’s.

It takes a long moment for the old man to finally speak and he asks Stiles to explain how Derek Hale could have found out who Stiles was. Stiles blanches. The words are accusatory, Gerard already suspects Stiles to have slipped up somehow but he hasn’t. He hasn’t, dammit, he did everything right.

He says as much. I didn’t slip up! I did everything right, just like you taught me! But it comes out a bit clumsy, a little too fast and Gerard’s only response is for his eyes to narrow suspiciously.

Kate scoffs and says that Stiles must have done something because now the fucking mutt is laughing at them and Stiles ruined everything.

Gerard lifts a hand towards her to silence her and she quiets down but she’s fuming, sending daggers at Stiles with her eyes.

His words are final when he announces that Stiles is done.

There’s small gasps coming from both Chris and Allison at Gerard’s words but they quiet down quickly at the sharp look Gerard gives them.

Meanwhile Stiles’ eyes glaze over and he feels numb to the core. He knows what that means.

He doesn’t fight it. He doesn’t beg for forgiveness like he used to do when he was younger and Gerard or Kate were dissatisfied with him or his performances. It was useless now. Gerard’s mind was made up. Kate’s too.

~*~

Hours later, he’s taken to the semi-abandoned industrial part of town and Kate drags him to the middle of the headlights coming from the circle of SUVs parked around. She throws him to the ground and Stiles falls hard and stays there, head down and hazy, blinking fast.

He knows what’s coming. He thinks that maybe the numbness will shield him from the worst of the pain.

Gerard talks, Kate too, shouts more like. There’s cheers, boos, Gerard and Kate are riling the other Hunters up.

Eventually, they set them loose on Stiles. It lasts a while. He doesn’t register much until finally it seems to be over and he hears the muffled sounds of cars driving away and he’s left in darkness with just some distant street lights.

It’s hard to stay awake, the numbness did its job up until it didn’t and now everything hurts. He can’t move much so he doesn’t. He just tilts his head a tiny bit so he can look up at the sky and watch the stars as he slowly dies. Because that’s what’s happening isn’t it? They want him dead and he probably deserves it anyway so that’s okay.

He wonders if Derek Hale will be notified of his death. If the Argents will let him know. To taunt him or just to fuck with him. Probably. They liked to do that, Stiles liked to do that too. They made sure he did. For some reason that thought makes his lips wobble and he tries to stop it but it’s too painful.

He thinks he can hear his dad calling to him and his eyes fill with tears and now it’s not just his lips wobbling but his whole body starts shaking. He hasn’t thought of his dad in so long. Whenever he does it hurts too much so he never lets himself do it but now he’s all Stiles is thinking about.

I’m sorry, dad… I’m so sorry.

Everything goes black after that.

He’s probably dead. Or at least that’s what it feels like because there’s no pain anymore. He frowns or tries to when he hears some strange voices. Alarmed voices, calling his name, asking if he can hear them, to stay awake, the ambulance is coming.

Someone telling another to go, to leave because they can’t be found here with him or it will be bad so bad. I got this Alpha, just leave. Stiles thinks he can feel fingers at his forehead, pushing his hair away, the touch there and gone. Then the sound of someone running in the opposite direction as sirens approaches.

~*~

Derek Hale rushes to the hospital only when he’s notified his boyfriend has been admitted after sustaining extensive injuries after getting attacked.

The town still assumes Derek and Stiles are together. They have seen them in town together multiple times on dates. Stiles is dating Alpha Hale. Everyone knows that even if it’s still a relatively new thing.

What most people don’t know is that Stiles is a Hunter and Derek knows this and that their relationship has been just a big game.

Derek has known everything from the start, or almost from the start, he’d let it happen, had manipulated things until he could throw it back in the Hunters’ faces. What he had not anticipated was for Stiles to be excommunicated and almost beaten to death.

He had known Stiles was an outlier, not a typical Hunter. Wasn’t born into it, wasn’t trained like a normal Hunter, had never killed a wolf himself. Derek had read his file, the one his own people had put together for him. The only thing it lacked was information about the obviously precarious place Stiles held in the Hunter hierarchy.

Derek had assumed Stiles was high in the hierarchy, since he was always kept close to the top, alongside Gerard and his kids but Stiles ended up half dead not even 24 hours after Derek had blown things off.

That didn’t speak of a high place in the hierarchy but a very low one and a low one for a long time. The longer he thought about it the more evident it became that Derek had been Stiles’ last resort mission. His last test, his last chance to prove himself.

Derek had made sure he failed and as good as it had felt in that moment, when he sent the recording to Gerard, it didn't feel good at all anymore. Actually, it kind of made him feel sick.

He rushes to the hospital and pretends he isn’t the one who found Stiles bleeding out and barely breathing not even an hour ago.

He had been patrolling the territory’s borders with Boyd like they always do. The scent of blood thick had been thick in the air and then Derek had picked up Stiles’ sweet scent behind the blood and had followed it until they both found him dying in a pool of his own blood, looking like every bone in his body was broken.

Boyd had immediately called 911 while Derek touched the skin of Stiles’ neck, open palmed and pulled his pain, there was so much of it. Boyd had then taken over and made Derek leave. They couldn’t risk people thinking Derek had anything to do with this. So Derek had left, trusted Boyd with the situation even if everything in him screamed to stay and take care of Stiles who was so clearly dying.

The medical staff fills him in on Stiles’ injuries. Cracked ribs, punctured lung, three broken fingers, extensive bruising and contusions, severe blood loss and a mild to severe concussion. They’re suspecting permanent brain damage but it’s too early to really know the extent of it yet. They would know more once Stiles wakes up.

They let him sit in the waiting room with Boyd as Stiles goes through surgery. It takes hours for the staff to patch him up and finally Derek is allowed to see him as he’s sleeping off the anesthesia and sedatives.

He’s barely recognizable, face swollen and black and blue, one eye swollen shut entirely and bandages covering most of his head and face. He looks smaller than he is, under the blankets, small and vulnerable. Derek pulls a chair closer to Stiles’ bed and sits before taking his un-bandaged hand in his and starts pulling his pain. There isn’t much, Stiles is pumped full of pain meds but still he seems to melt even more deeply into the bed, letting out a small sigh.

Derek watches him and goes over the last month or so in his head. The way they met, at the gas station. The way Derek had zeroed in on him immediately. Looking like the sweetest of sin and giving Derek quick little interested looks from under his lashes until Derek had naturally gravitated to him.

It was only when Derek had been home later, thinking back on their meeting and interactions that Derek started to have a forming suspicion and demanded a background check on Stiles. Derek remembered what else his interactions with Stiles made him think of. Kate. It wasn’t the same but it was still so similar. Eerily so. The way Stiles had looked at him, the words he had used, the cadence of his words, the way he had made sure to touch Derek softly, subtly, like it was the most natural thing in the world and not something completely coached.

Derek hadn’t slept much that night but when he finally did he had a nightmare. Instead of Kate burning his family alive it was him, Stiles.

His head resonated loudly with Stiles’ words. Hi, I’m Stiles, Hi, I’m Stiles, Hi, Hi, Hi, of course you can have my number, of course, of course, of course. Text me, okay? Text me, okay? Text me, Text me, Text me.

He woke up sweating and with the urge to run, so he had. He had gotten up and ran for hours. When he had finally calmed down and checked his phone he had received the first batch of info on who Stiles was and quickly read through it. It confirmed his suspicion. He pushed aside the nasty little voice in his mind that taunted him with the fact that he had fallen for it again, how many times would he fall for it before he learned his lesson. But instead of letting the voice get to him, he opened up a new chat and sent Stiles a good morning text and asked if he would like to go out on a date.

Stiles had been easy to impress which at the time felt like a huge red flag but now Derek isn’t so sure.

Stiles had gone googly eyed when on their second date when he took him to a planetarium because Stiles had mentioned in passing on their first date that he liked space, the moon and the stars.

Stiles who had spent their first date at a nice restaurant babbling on and on while making flirty eyes at him and touching him, slowly but surely sucking him in or so he thought, Derek was sure. He would lie if he said it hadn’t worked a bit. Stiles was beautifully mesmerizing. Gorgeous and funny and tooth rotting sweet. He was exactly Derek’s type. Everything he wanted in a lover, a mate. It had made everything worse, had made Derek angrier, more vengeful.

When Stiles had whispered if Derek wanted to take him home and fuck him, it had felt like a slap in the face. Not because Derek hadn’t wanted to because he sure as hell did. Stiles was more than willing, had smelled like sin itself, enticing and full of lust and arousal but all he could think of was Kate. The way she had done the same thing. Used the same tactics and words. Had made him take her home and fucked her and made him fall in love just to kill his entire family in the end.

He had given Stiles a chaste kiss and left him for the night.

On their third date though, Derek went all out. Took Stiles to a fancy restaurant, took him to see a show then took him to a fancy hotel nearby.

Boyd had installed the hidden camera while they were out at dinner. Had texted Derek when it was done and ready. Derek had been practically vibrating out of his skin by the time he and Stiles entered the hotel room.

Stiles’ submission hadn’t been unexpected but how natural Stiles had made it seem totally had been. Stiles was a natural, no one could fake that. Derek is older now, has experience and knows that Kate had faked a lot of it when they were having sex when he was younger but Stiles didn’t. He had been loud and sincere and his scent hadn’t been muddled. He responded to Derek so well, so perfectly, it had been intoxicating and Derek hadn’t been able to stop for a long time.

He had gone way beyond what he had planned to do and way beyond what had initially felt satisfying considering who Stiles was and what he was trying to accomplish. He thoroughly had his way with him, enjoyed every single second of it, then had left and thought it would be the end of it for now. The Argents would scramble, lay low for a while then try something else to get at him.