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Stiles slowly starts to gain consciousness. He's confused as to why his head is pounding and, his ears are ringing. The last thing he remembered was driving into town for Christmas break. When he tries to swallow, it feels like his throat is on fire. As he regains more of his senses, he can easily tell he is tied to a chair.
This is a situation; he unfortunately is intimately familiar with. He tries twisting his wrists and determines they are tied too tightly with a thin corded rope of some kind for him to be able to get out of without causing too much damage to the thin skin on the inside of his wrist. His ankles are tied to the legs of the chair so firmly that if he hadn’t been wearing jeans, he was confident the cord would be cutting into his skin.
He slowly starts to remember what happened. He had just gotten back into Beacon Falls. His dad had still been at the station when he’d arrived and Derek wasn’t meant to meet him at the house for another couple of hours for dinner. After throwing his backpack and duffle bag in his room, he checked what his dad had in the fridge. What he had found was nothing but some baking soda and mostly expired condiments. The freezer on the other hand was packed full of frozen pizzas, all supreme, so at the very least there were some veggies, a couple of frozen burritos, one family-sized lasagna, and a box of breakfast sandwiches. He was going to have to, have another talk with Dad about his eating habits. Just because Stiles was away at college, didn’t mean his dad was allowed to start eating like crap.
Stiles resigned himself to making a trip to the grocery store if he wanted to make anything remotely edible for Derek and his dad for dinner that night.
That was when everything had gone to hell. He remembers he was about to hop in the Jeep's front seat after loading the groceries in the back when someone grabbed him from behind. As he’d flailed and started to try and scream, a damp cloth had been pressed hard over his nose and mouth. As if chloroforming him wasn’t enough, his attackers had also decided to knock him over the head with what he assumed was the butt of a shotgun.
Stiles keeps his head slumped and cracks his eyes open just enough so that he can see through his lashes. Listening, he hears that at least two people are in the room with him, a man and a woman. They are arguing if they should try to wake him up. The guy looks about his age and the woman is probably closer to his dad’s age.
“Just leave him. We don’t need him conscious. We just need him here.” The woman said with the scratchy voice of someone who has smoked too many cigarettes in their lifetime.
“Okay, fine.” the young man huffed. “This alpha better show up soon. I’m getting hungry and Gary said we can't go anywhere until we’ve taken him down.”
“I just hope, the other alpha doesn’t show up either. It’s going to be hard enough to take down this one.”
“Nah, Gary heard him tell someone on the phone that, none of the other will be back in town until tomorrow evening. This one finished early, that’s why he’s back already.” The boy confirmed.
“Isn’t there a couple of betas that live in town though? That tall skinny one, the little blonde girl, and the buff guy she’s dating.” The woman questioned.
“Don’t worry about them. They all work and won’t know anything is wrong until the alpha is put down. Besides Gary, said we just need the alpha to prove we’re good enough. By the time any of the rest of them know what’s going on, we will have skipped town.” The boy laughed darkly.
So, these are a bunch of idiots who want to be rogue hunters. Stiles almost felt sorry for them.
Just then the large door in front of him opened with a loud metal creak. They were definitely in an old warehouse of some kind. It was almost cliche at this point. A taller older man with a distinct claw mark scar on his left cheek came in, carrying a shotgun and a pistol strapped to his hip. The other two seemed to stand up straighter and at attention when he entered. But all his attention was on Stiles.
“He’s awake.” The man, he was assuming was probably Gary.
The other two turn to look at him. It seems the ruse is up, so Stiles slowly lifts his head. It's not pounding quite as much as it was when he first woke, but he can feel some tacky drying blood on the back of his neck from where they had hit him on the back of the head with the gun earlier. There was still a slight ache in his skull. He doesn’t think anything is broken just a good cut and some bruising. Now that he’d gotten a good look at the three idiots, he could tell the woman and the boy were actually closer in age than he thought. The guy is just short and lanky giving him the appearance of someone younger. Gary on the other hand looks like he could easily be in his sixties or seventies. The room is also smaller than he thought. It's only slightly bigger than his studio apartment back at Berkley.
“Well, it’s always a pleasure to be awoken all tied up. Although I usually prefer it to be with my hotter-than-the-sun Alpha. He's much more attractive than you three and more fun to play with.” Stiles says with a smirk. He sees all three of them make a face of disgust.
“It’s bad enough you’re friends with those monsters, but to brag about sleeping with one is just gross.” The younger man says with a sneer.
“Robert, keep your mouth shut. He’s just trying to rile you up.” The older man says. “It won’t matter soon his werewolf boyfriend will show up to rescue him and we will have what we need to get in good with the hunters in Arizona.”
“Obviously, not hunters that follow the code.” Stiles says rolling his eyes.
“The code is more of a suggestion, and once we kill your little boyfriend, we can always make up a tragic story about him trying to kill an innocent human if we need to.” The older man says. Stiles can see that the woman shoots an unsure look at the older man but does not say anything to contradict him.
“Except the hunters in town will know you’re lying. What will you do then?” Stiles asks, and before letting them answer, he continues. “Did you even think through this plan? Kidnapping the Sheriff’s kid, who is in a pack with two Alphas and friends with the local hunters. Not to mention even if you were able to skip town, don’t you think the rest of the pack would be able to pick up your scent when they got in tomorrow? You three have already signed your death certificates, your best option is to let me go home now and hope you can drive fast enough to outrun a very pissed-out alpha werewolf.”
The woman looks visibly shaken by Stiles's words.
“Maybe we should…” the woman starts.
“Shut up Lou! He’s just trying to mess with your head.” The older man shouts but Stiles can see he’s more tense now. “He’s seriously overestimating his boyfriends skills. We will take the alpha down in no time. Knock the kid back out, drop him off on the edge of the preserve, and be out of here.”
“Mate.” Stiles states evenly.
“What?” the younger man, Robert asks.
“You keep saying, boyfriend. I am Derek’s mate.” Stiles says with a cheeky grin.
He watches as the woman visibly pales, Gary’s eyes widen ever so slightly, and he darts to the door like he’s thinking about running.
“Who cares what you call yourself? It won’t matter soon.” Robert scoffs.
“Gary….” the woman whispers.
“Don’t worry about it. He’s obviously lying.” Gary says but Stile doesn’t need to be able to have werewolf senses to know that he’s not so sure he believes his own statement.
“But... what if he’s not, did you check under his collar.” Lou asks, eyeing Stiles’ neck around the collar of his flannel. There is a pause where they are all three just looking at him.
“He’s lying.” Gary says with a snarl.
“What does it matter?” Robert asks.
“Go check.” Gary demands of Lou. Ignoring Robert altogether.
“What the fuck does it matter?” Robert demands again. He obviously has issues controlling his anger.
Lou slowly walks over to Stiles and raises a clearly shaking hand up to the right side of his neck flipping back the collar and revealing nothing.
“Other side.” Stiles says putting on his most sickeningly sweet smile.
Lou let out a shaky sigh and moved to the other side and when she pulled back the collar, there it was, where the shoulder meets the column of his neck. The mating bite was given to him at the end of the summer before he’d returned to Berkley for the final year of his Bachelor’s degree. Lou lets out a small gasp as she pulls her hand back like she’s been burned. Gary lets out a pained groan, while Robert just stares back and forth between the two of them.
“I told you this was a bad idea. Why couldn’t you have just let it go after last time.” Lou sounds like she is on the verge of tears and Stiles doesn’t blame her.
“Seriously, what the fuck does it matter? I was with a group a few years back that captured a mate to lure in the others. It’s no big deal.” Robert says, annoyed.
“An alpha’s mate?” Gary asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No… the girl was a beta.” Robert’s eyebrows scrunched together.
“Exactly.” Lou said looking between Gary and Robert. “I say we just leave him here and go. If we’re lucky, we will get enough of a head start that the Alpha won’t consider us a threat anymore and leave us alone.”
“What? We’ve gone through all this trouble. I’m not leaving until I’ve gotten to kill a werewolf.” Robert said, adjusting the shotgun in his hand.
Stiles was about to make a smart remark about how they were going to be the only ones killed but Lou beat him to it.
“You don’t understand. I’ve never heard of anyone surviving an attack from an Alpha when their mate is in danger.” Lou shakes her head. She is clearly trembling at this point.
“It will be fine… we have plenty of wolfsbane bullets and mountain ash.” Robert rolls his eyes.
“Shut up! Both of you!” Gary shouts while rubbing his forehead.
Gary paces back and forth for several minutes, before stopping. “Alright, let's load up and get out of here. There is a small pack a few states over,” He shoots a look at Stiles, clearly not naming the pack or the state so Stiles can’t tell Derek which direction they’re headed in. “We can go there do some recon and start over. I don’t want to risk it, just because this idiot was dumb enough to let an alpha mate with him.”
“What? You got to be joking?” Robert shouts.
Then the three of them start arguing, while Lou and Gary start gathering up the bags of weapons and supplies they had statically placed around the room. Robert doesn’t seem to want to give in but when he sees that Lou and Gary aren’t going to budge on this, he grabs the backpack next to his feet as they start heading for the door. Right as Gary is about to open the large metal door, an ear-splitting roar comes from the other side of it.
“Fuck! Get in position.” Gary shouts.
Lou lets out a whimper but darts to stand near Stile while the two men take position near the door. Seconds later, it gets ripped open by a very pissed-out Derek who is in Beta form but as soon as his eyes land on Stiles, he quickly shifts into his full-shift wolf and howls so loud, that Stiles is sure he’s going to have some sort of hearing damage.
It seems the sight of the alpha shocked the two men because it took them almost a minute to start shooting. However, Stiles thinks that, based on how accurate they are, they might as well be Stormtroopers. It’s possible Derek is just moving too fast also because Stiles has never seen him move quite as swiftly as he is right now. It takes him less than 30 seconds to pounce on Robert, ripping out his throat, then lunge at Gary and do the same.
As he turns to face Stiles, blood running down his snout and jaw, Lou gets a shot off, that barely grazes the alpha’s shoulder. Then she makes the fatal mistake of turning the gun on Stiles. He had almost felt sorry for her earlier because she had clearly been roped into this situation, but now he just turns his head away as Derek leaps between Stiles and the gun and rips Lou’s gun-wielding arm clean off before she meets the same fate as the other two.
Derek is still snarling over Lou’s body when Stiles speaks up, sweetly. “Hey Der Bear, baby... you want to get me out of these ropes?”
Derek turns to him, eyes as red as the blood now basically covering the floor of the room. He is breathing heavily and has a fierce snarl on his wolf face and a low constant rumbling growl still going. Stile thinks there has to be something wrong with him or he has some sort of danger kink because his dick starts taking interest in what’s going on.
“Come on Derek, they are all dead now, baby. I, on the other hand, am still tied up.” Derek lets out a loud growl at that statement but shifts back into his beta form. He stocks over to Stiles looking very much like the predator he is, cutting the rope with his claws, and throws Stiles over his shoulder. Stiles huffs out an amused breath as he’s carried out of the building fireman style. He can’t help himself, and pats Derek still beta-shifted hairy bottom a few times.
“Derek seriously...” But all Stiles gets in response is a low rumble.
Once they are next to the Camaro, which is still running, has the driver-side door thrown open, and a clear skid mark behind it from where Derek obviously came to a screeching halt, Derek sets Stiles down. He shifts back to fully human and crowds Stiles up against the passenger side of the car. The first thing he does is rip off Stiles's shirt causing him to squeak in surprise but damn if it wasn’t hot. Derek wipes the blood, off his face and neck, before then planting his face in Stiles neck and chest to scent him. Stiles realizes this is the first chance Derek has had to scent mark him in two weeks and it’s happening after a traumatic event.
“I know baby. I’m okay though. I’m fine.” Stiles rubs his hand up and down the back of Derek's neck in return as Derek starts licking and sucking marks into his neck and collarbones.
Stiles lets out a gasp as Derek moves lower, finding his way to Stiles's nipples. Stiles is getting hard, quicker than he would like to admit given the situation.
“Derek baby, come on. You are literally naked…” Stiles can help but moan as Derek tweaks his nipple at the same time as he sucks on the other. “We… We are outside, in the, oh fuck, in the open.”
Derek just lets out a low growl that sounds a lot like, “mine.” Stiles can’t help the whimper that escapes him, as he feels Derek unbutton his jeans. He’s now fully hard and he can feel Derek's just as hard cock pressing into his hip. It doesn’t take long before Derek has both of their cocks in his hand jerking them both off. Stiles has to wrap his arms around Derek’s shoulders to keep himself from sliding down the side of the Camaro. Derek is giving him no room to catch his bearings either. All he can do is throw his head back with a groan that turns into a borderline scream as Derek speeds up his movements.
“Fuck Derek, baby.” Stile whines.
“Mine!” Derek growls loudly against his throat. Stiles can feel a hint of fang.
Stiles lowers his head then and captures Derek's lips in a bruising kiss. Derek keeps biting at his lips.
“You’re mine.” Derek growls as he pulls back from the kiss. His eyes are crimson again and he’s staring at Stiles with such intensity that it makes his dick twitch in Derek’s grasp.
“Yes, yours, Derek. I'm yours.” Stiles whimpers out as Derek starts rubbing his thumb over Stiles's slit insistently.
Stiles's knees give out a bit, but Derek wraps his other arm more tightly around his waist to pull him closer. Derek starts working his mouth on Stiles’ neck again. Stiles’ head is spinning and he feels like he’s about to float away, and just then Derek latches on to Stiles's nipple and tugs gently with his teeth.
That’s all it takes.
Stiles comes all over his and Derek’s stomach, squirming the little space he has in between Derek and the car. His hips are still undulating slowly as he comes down from his high when Derek comes with an earsplitting roar. He bites down on Stiles's mating mark, thankful with his human teeth, and holds it there for several seconds before he leans back enough to get his hand between them. Stiles isn't even surprised when Derek starts rubbing both of their come into Stiles’ stomach, chest, and up to his neck.
If this hadn’t been the, probably, millionth time Derek had done this to him, he would have probably been a bit disgusted by the display, but now, he almost finds it sweet. Derek is marking Stiles as his. Stiles reaches up to cup Derek’s face pulling him into a gentle kiss.
“Feel better now baby?” Stiles asks softly, wondering if Derek has his words back yet, but Derek just rests their foreheads together and nods.
“As much as I love cuddling a very naked you, we are outside in the middle of a parking lot.” Stiles says. Luckily the parking lot backs up to a wooded area and the building they just came out of is in front of them so he doesn’t think anyone is around to see them but is not willing to find out. “Plus, we are going to have to do something about those bodies or my father is going to skin you alive for all the paperwork you’re going to make him do.”
“I already called Peter. He's getting Erica, Boyd, and Isaac. They will be here for the clean up soon.” Derek rumbled.
“Great, well I’m half naked, and covered in come so, I’d like not to be here when they arrive. Erica still gives me shit about showing up last Christmas after you fucked me in the car.” Stiles says with a smile, smacking Derek playfully on the arm. All he gets in response is Derek moving his hands to grab his ass.
“I’m serious, Derek!” Stiles says, but when Derek leans in to kiss him again, he doesn’t stop him. They stay like that for several minutes, before someone clearing their throat behind them makes Stiles startle. Derek clearly knew they were there because all he did was lift his head to look at the person on the other side of the car. Peter is standing there with his arm crossed over his chest. Stiles didn't hear a car pull up so he must have run there.
“Well, nephew as much as it is a treat to see Stiles without his clothes on,” this earns a rumbling growl from Derek, “I would rather not no witness any more of... whatever this is.”
Derek reaches down to swiftly tuck Stiles back his jeans and licks a long stripe up the side of his neck for good measure. Stiles is then manhandled into the passenger’s seat of the Camaro just as Erica, Boyd, and Isaac pull up. They all wrinkle their noses as they get out of the car. Derek just confidently walks around to the driver's side, still completely in the nude.
“Let me know when it’s done,” is all he says, before siding into the still-open door on the driver's side.
As they pull onto the road, Stiles takes in Derek’s nakedness and his half-naked, covered-come-ness, he guesses he won’t be making it back to the Jeep tonight. All the perishables are probably already ruined anyway, and they both need a serious shower. Delivery take-out will have to do for the evening, but starting tomorrow, it will be strictly chicken or salmon and steamed veggies until he goes back to school after the New Year.