Sourwolf King

Once they were finally in the center of it all, the boy kneeled, to be killed off and made the offering complete.  He closed his eyes and was awaiting for the inevitable.  But then he heard the son of Talia.  Derek was his name.  He stopped before they would even start.  Was he serious?

He looked over at him and then at Talia as she explained to him what was happening.  Derek was now the owner of his life.  Great.  So he got to live, but he had to live it with this man.  How perfect.  He would have to live amongst all these damn wolves and he couldn’t do anything about it or the war would continue.

When Derek told him to follow him, the boy obviously had no choice, but he was glad he could get away from the celebration.  All the wolves enjoying their night, and making it known.  He rather be away from all that.  So Stiles looked up at Derek and walked, waiting to see where he would head and take them.  ”Where are we going?” the boy asked, wondering.  It was the first time he spoke.

“My tent.” He said, then corrected himself with a sharp sigh of disgust. “Well, our tent now.”

The wolf didn’t look at the fox, because he focused on trying not to get lost in the emotions’ typhoon he had going on in his head. This whole shit was so unfair. Maybe the Virtus Spirits were punishing him for stopping the fox boy’s death. Weren’t they the ones who control fate? At least according to Derek’s mother. Maybe the fate’s plans Talia was talking about was just this irony he got himself into.

Well… Himself and this boy. Ugh.

                                                                                        Fuck fate.

He cursed in his mind, by the time they reached the verge of the tribe. Despite of it, he kept walking, heading to the only tent relatively far from the others.

“You didn’t try anything. Why?” The question seemed to come out of nowhere, but it had bugged Derek since the meeting with the foxes ended and Stiles was alone with the werewolves. Foxes were supposed to be tricksters, selfish cold creatures. It surprised Derek that this one fox didn’t give all fucks to everything and tried to save his life regardless of what would happen to his tribe and the war… And now the wolf really wanted to know why.

It’s hard to sit there, knees bouncing up and down, and wait for the new doctor. His sixth doctor, in fact. He can’t help that there’s nothing wrong with him. If they’d just stop trying to convince him that he’s demented, sick in the head. In all honesty they should most likely let him out. After all he needs to be with Scott and the others. Making sure everyone is safe. Making sure Beacon Hills is safe.

Safe from the werewolves.

That’s what got him put in the psych hospital in the first place. And yeah, maybe if he stopped talking about them they’d let him out. But no one believes him. Not even his father. When he’d said something to his father first he’d just blown him off and told him to stop taking so much Adderall. Then when the bruises started becoming things he could hide and he mentioned them again, his dad had decided a trip to the hospital’s psych ward was the solution. That had ended with him here, diagnosed with some nonsense mental issue. All going back to his mother’s death. 

Which is why he sat here now. Waiting for just another person to come and try and fix him. Only he didn’t needed to be fixed. He needed to be let go. He wasn’t a danger to anyone. Certainly not himself like they said.

The sound of a door opening brings him out of his own little world, attention turning to focus solely on the man entering the room. Immediately at the sight of the name badge hanging proudly off his white coat, Stiles lips turn into a thin line, brow creasing slightly. This guy’s younger than the usual doctors they normally assign him and that might be a good thing. Maybe he’ll realize that there isn’t anything wrong and will let him leave. 

A broken machine can not fix another one. It’s what his favorite professor in college used to say. And that quote was a metaphor Derek liked quite a lot. For him, it meant that a person couldn’t help another to get better, if that person had her own issues to work on. It didn’t mean that someone like a doctor or psychologist or  therapist wasn’t allowed to have problems. Everyone has problems, that’s life.

It simply meant that, if you’re committed to help someone, in the time you dedicate to do so, you must be fully committed to their problems, putting your own aside.

At least, it’s what it meant to Derek Hale. Every day he left home, he left his personal baggage there... Or at least he tried. Luckily today there was really nothing bugging him while he made his way to work. He was assigned to a new patient -new to him, not to the hospital-  and the doctor couldn’t help but to feel a bit curiosity, considering what he read about the boy.

As Derek entered the room where his new patient waited for him, the expected scene happened before him. Nearly all his patients gave him that exactly first look, which screamed aren’t-you-too-young-to-be-a-doctor. What surprised him is that the boy didn’t seem bothered by such fact, and Derek hadn’t walked half the room when that question was shot at him.

“We’ll see...” It was his answer, along with a short, brief smile. “... Mr. Stilinski.” The doctor left his work case in his desk and then removed his white coat, as he usually did. It was kind of a principle for him. That piece of cloth, the badge… For Derek, those were nothing but things that created distance between him and his patients, like he was somehow superior. And he was not. He wanted his patients to feel comfortable around him, not intimidated.

“Would it be okay if I call you Stiles?” Usually Derek asked his patients if he could call them by their first names, but not this one.

     Those green-hazel eyes that now gleamed with happiness instead of being overshadowed by guilt and darkness, wow did they ever take Stiles’ breath away. All of this, everything about this moment, everything about the man that he was staring right back at, it was perfect. The timing was perfect, Derek was perfect they as a couple he knew were going to be perfect. 

     He could just—— tell. 

          ❝Oh. So—- do you not, do you not want to tell them at a——❞

     Any attempt at words were cut off with those lips against his own, trapping them between Derek’s and causing the younger man to smile. The thought of simply showing the pack that they were something more, that they now came as a pair, that Stiles and Derek were a couple and not just two members of their misshapen family any more was almost too much to bare. He was excited, of course he was and the fact that the idea to do so had come from Derek himself and not some crazy thought of his own made it all the more special but—- he was also slightly terrified.

     In a split second his mind went from happy, to scared. What if they didn’t accept it? What if his father wasn’t the only one they had to worry about? What if Scott decided that Derek was good enough to be classed as something close to his brother but he was no where near good enough to date his best friend? What if Isaac hated the idea of him dating the man who had given him all of this, who had taken him from a life of fear and given him strength and—- oh dear god. But then, with one look back up to the other and the way that he went about searching for whatever he was looking for, the question that followed he was calming himself once again. 

     If Derek Hale could be this cool, calm and collected about this gigantic step they were about to take, then so could he. With Stiles taking a step forwards, his head tipping to one side and his brows furrowed in curiosity the younger man shook that same head and smiled. 

          ❝If you need me I’m yours.❞

Alright, now he was thinking far too many moves ahead. Seriously needing to back off to the start where the two of them actually were. Now... Where would that be?

"They'll get the message, that's all that matters." Was all the wolf said once their lips parted, with a smile the fresh kiss left lingering there, yet not for long. Derek wouldn't have to be inches away to notice and smell the other's sudden hesitation. It would have troubled the already-naturally-troubled werewolf if that scared emotion hadn't left Stiles' just as fast as it had hit him.

Of course, asking what happened seemed desperately necessary at first, but good judgment stopped him in time. He trusted Stiles, and he didn't have to start an interrogation whenever the boy let any hint of insecurity show. Was it something serious, the other would surely tell him. And it couldn't have been something serious, not with that casual curiosity and the way the younger male smiled before saying those words, which had nothing less than a spontaneous beam taking place in the Derek's face.

"What if it's more a want than a need?" And then there was a charming, stupidly seductive smirk where the open mouthed smile was before, rather hard to say if it was purposeful or unconscious gesture. "Would you be mine th--Damn it, where is that flyer?!" His attempt to tease Stiles was unsuccessful the same way his search in jacket pockets had been so far, and that's when he lifted his body just a bit from where they were seating to reach for his jeans back pocket.

Bingo.

"Here. Would you like to go tonight?"

Except it wasn't really bingo. Derek forgot he took two flyers people handled him when he left the supermarket earlier that morning. After reading them, he would have thrown both in the nearest trash can, but there was none around, so they went to his pocket.

And without checking, he had just handled the wrong flyer to Stiles.

The wrong flyer.

Well clearly he’d had nothing to worry about at the sight of the smile that took over the now beta’s lips caused his heart to stutter in his chest. He’d never seen such an expression grace Derek’s features and the fact that it was because of him. Well that was just incredible.Warm hands were suddenly on his frame again and the teen was more than willing to comply, leaning forward to press the line of his body into the firm solid one of Derek’s. “That is very much so.” He murmured amber eyes raking over his face. He might have had something else to add, had it not been for lips covering his once more.

A soft noise escaped the teen as his arms encircled the wolf’s neck once more. Slender fingers pushing up into the raven hair, curling in to the tresses. He couldn’t get over how right this felt. Despite all of their constant back and forth and battling. That they fit together perfectly. That when he’d left it had left an aching feeling in his chest and now that he was back well… he was never letting him go again.

Therefore, the thought Derek would stick with was: He left because he had to, and he came back because he needed to. The departure was inevitable; He had to help Cora, stand by her as he wasn’t able to in the past years, and he had to give himself sometime to think how he would move on with his life. Going back to New York crossed his mind more than once, but he never considered it for real. Likewise, his return was inevitable. He needed to go back to Beacon Hills. A part of his life died in flames there, but a new one was born from the ashes.

At last, Derek realized he had many reasons for settling in Beacon Hills.

And surprisingly, in the top of them, there was Stiles.

The blood was drawn from Derek. Finally. But Ryan couldn’t help his reaction once Derek smelled the arousal coming off of him. He denied it, but unable to look him in the eyes, knowing his alpha heard the skip of his heartbeat as he blatantly lied about his feelings for the other. “Look, can we just…can we just head back to your place now? Training’s over, right? There was bloodshed. We should be done here…”

A sense of relief washed over her when he said he was neither gay nor a virgin. Good, at least that wasn’t a hurdle to overcome. In instances like this the preference of the joining parties were not taken into consideration. Their marriage and bond was for business, not for pleasure.

She tense fractionally when he got up, walking over to her. When he asked if she thought he was doing to be a beast to her she broke his gaze and demurely looked at the floor. “Would you prefer I lie and say no?” It’s not meant to be a slap to him. It honestly had nothing to do with him. It was just common knowledge that werewolves and vampires didn’t get along, and she assumed her new husband would take his malice for the situation out on her.

He didn't continue the approaching. Instead he took a place on the chair in front of hers. There might have been a slight grimace at her confirmation concerning how she thought he would act, while an annoying I knew it played in the back of his mind.

The next second though, his features softened and his eyebrows were raised in surprise for what Eden said after.

"Good. What kind of man disappoint his wife in their honeymoon?" He offered a short smile along with the soft ironic joke. Honestly, that room was craving for some healthy informality.

And so was Derek. Not that he was actually expecting to have that.

After giving himself a few moments of silence, he spoke again.