Broken Cycle
Broken Cycle
The door opening broke him out of the state he was in. He was on the floor knees against his chest and arms encircling them with his head down. His eyes were red from crying and his face was stained with dry tears, his throat was raw and dry from the silent sobbing he did . It hurt to breath and he couldn’t even remember the last time he ate. All he could hear were the sounds that penetrated the wall. The door opening gave him some relief as he realized that it was done. At least this cycle was done. She’d be back again and again till she either died or Derek told her to stop coming. He knew that the older man wouldn’t forbid her from coming here during her heat and that hurt him a little bit. Did he mean so little to the other man?
“Stiles,” the voice was softer then it normally was, although it didn’t show any deep emotion. It wasn’t soft as if in comfort, yet it wasn’t the voice that he used when angry or close to showing his wolf form. It was reminiscent of a general giving orders and that upset him more. Was someone who claimed they were in love with you supposed to be that distant? He wasn’t just someone who he had just met on the street. Stiles was supposed to be his mate. He didn’t deserve the cold indifference that the other was showing. He would have preferred anger over this emotion.
It was always the same though; he would come back into the room and speak to him in that distant voice. He wasn’t upset with the other. He should have told him to leave, that he meant the world to him and he was sorry. Sorry, the other man wasn’t sorry. He did what he had to do for pack no matter how much it hurt other people. He usually always did tell him to leave, although it tended to contradict some other things he said.
‘Your heartbeat usually offers me comfort. Sometimes I need to listen to it to make sure you are alive and fine. That you are still safe and no matter what I do you will still be here for me.’
He could remember the man saying that to him, once, twice. How many times had the other man said that to him? That he needed to feel his presence. That it offered him comfort in no matter what he did. If he really heard his heartbeat he would be able to tell that he was hurting his so called mate. He should know that his heart would speed up with worry when one of them came. A blind man didn’t even have to hear his heartbeat to know that he was hurting; the man didn’t even have to see him. Like right now the man probably didn’t even want to pay attention to the other’s tears. He knew that if he did that he’d say something he’d most likely regret. They’d get into an argument about Stiles leaving. It was Isaacs’ third time when he first started to feel this way. The time he snapped was, the fourth time Erica came around.
“If you have a problem with it leave. It was this way before you and it will be this way after you!”Derek yelled, his eyes turning red in fury as Stiles back up to escape those eyes. It wasn’t often that he was scared of the other. This was one of those times he was petrified of the Werewolf and it didn’t sit right with him, you should fear those you loved or those who said they loved you.
It was a little before that when he had told him that he was his mate. That he’d do anything for him and that he’d give him the world if he asked. Lies, was ever thing he said lies? He shouldn’t have said anything like that if they were lies. A false truth is the worst thing to give to a person. It cut deeper then any would could, hurt the psyche and made someone feel as if they were nothing. Did Derek want him to feel like he was nothing? He thought the man enjoyed his fiery temper and the fact that he wouldn’t back down, the fact that he was willing to give everything if it was asked. That was the kind of person he was. Derek though-
What exactly was Derek? He had a lot of problems Kate was a big one in his past, but she was gone. She fucked him up in the head and that led to him being the way he was. The fact that he felt that he couldn’t get close to anyone. That woman had hurt him in ways that Derek, Peter, and Laura never quite healed from. It cause Peter to go insane and turned Derek emotionally withdraw. He had to wonder about the man’s past after that. Who else had he told? Had he made false promises to them also to get them in his bed? To make them do what he asked? Were they just as devoted as he was and easily manipulated. The sex wasn’t everything in their relationship it was something else, something that felt it connected the two of them. It was a force that kept them coming back to each other time and time again. The same thing that kept him from leaving every. . . single. . . time.( I have no idea can you give suggestion on how to break it up as if he is pausing at each word?)
“Stiles,” Derek said this time a bit of anger to his voice. He knew that the other man wanted his attention and he had to give it. The fact that his mate needed to know the other was the center of his universe.
That was the thing he was looking for: emotion. That is what he needed from Derek, to show he cared even if it was just something as simple as anger. It seemed that one of the things he could do well was infuriate the older man. He seemed to like the challenge though. He’d find ways to pin Stiles and fuck him and make him submit to him, to make him squire and beg and plead. He would force answers out of him either by way of his tongue, teeth, anything really, as long as Stiles lost in the end. This relationship seemed to be based on a game where Stiles was always the loser the one who felt this way.
“Yes,” he said, as the werewolf began to approach him. He didn’t like this part either. He didn’t want to be near the other man, but he couldn’t say no. It seemed that his will was not his own now a days. He was always trying to find a way to make it good again, but this man refused to oblige him. It was selfish, childish to think that he could keep a grown man, his senior, from doing what he wanted. Even being his mate hadn’t stopped Derek from doing what he wanted. What he felt was in his or the packs best interest or he needed, the man got what he wanted.
The soft steps caused him to look up from where he was on the floor. He let his eyes roam over the man and gave a slight intake of breath. The man was always handsome to see, anybody could see the other man was attractive. Standing at 6’ or over with a toned body and a amazing musculature. He wasn’t bodybuilder big, but you could see in the way his body moved each of his muscles rippled. His eyes were a beautiful color that seemed to change on his mood or who he looked at, hazel, gold gray, they all reflected his personality. If he was less abrasive it would be perfect. He had a defined 6-pack that was enough to make other people envious, but no so tight that it looked disgusting.
He let his eyes go back up and saw that Derek’s hair was messy as he knew it would be since he was with Erica. His eyes going back down he saw that there was a slight sheen of something and he knew that it had to be cum, Derek’s, Erica’s or a mixture of the two. It were covering his abs and going lower there was more stains there. Letting his eyes rest on the man’s crotch he saw his dick nestled in a thatch of dark hair, about six inches when soft. There it was the worst, he could see the crusting of cum there and he knew that it was a mix of Erica’s heat, desire and cum. He looked at it hard gazing and wishing it would go away.
Wasn’t Derek supposed to be Stiles’ in every way. That should mean that his dick was also his property and he didn’t want that inside Erica. He didn’t want it inside Isaac either and just the thought of that send a possessive streak though his body. He let it subside though, again he couldn’t control the other man and he didn’t want to intrude on his space. Relationships required some time apart from each other and he understood that. The thing was, he never agreed to a open relationship and he hated that. Polygamy was not in his plans for life. Even then it wasn’t him doing the fucking here, it was Derek. Would it be called cheating? Weren’t they supposed to be in a mutual relationship here?
The door opening broke him out of the state he was in. He was on the floor knees against his chest and arms encircling them with his head down. His eyes were red from crying and his face was stained with dry tears, his throat was raw and dry from the silent sobbing he did . It hurt to breath and he couldn’t even remember the last time he ate. All he could hear were the sounds that penetrated the wall. The door opening gave him some relief as he realized that it was done. At least this cycle was done. She’d be back again and again till she either died or Derek told her to stop coming. He knew that the older man wouldn’t forbid her from coming here during her heat and that hurt him a little bit. Did he mean so little to the other man?
“Stiles,” the voice was softer then it normally was, although it didn’t show any deep emotion. It wasn’t soft as if in comfort, yet it wasn’t the voice that he used when angry or close to showing his wolf form. It was reminiscent of a general giving orders and that upset him more. Was someone who claimed they were in love with you supposed to be that distant? He wasn’t just someone who he had just met on the street. Stiles was supposed to be his mate. He didn’t deserve the cold indifference that the other was showing. He would have preferred anger over this emotion.
It was always the same though; he would come back into the room and speak to him in that distant voice. He wasn’t upset with the other. He should have told him to leave, that he meant the world to him and he was sorry. Sorry, the other man wasn’t sorry. He did what he had to do for pack no matter how much it hurt other people. He usually always did tell him to leave, although it tended to contradict some other things he said.
‘Your heartbeat usually offers me comfort. Sometimes I need to listen to it to make sure you are alive and fine. That you are still safe and no matter what I do you will still be here for me.’
He could remember the man saying that to him, once, twice. How many times had the other man said that to him? That he needed to feel his presence. That it offered him comfort in no matter what he did. If he really heard his heartbeat he would be able to tell that he was hurting his so called mate. He should know that his heart would speed up with worry when one of them came. A blind man didn’t even have to hear his heartbeat to know that he was hurting; the man didn’t even have to see him. Like right now the man probably didn’t even want to pay attention to the other’s tears. He knew that if he did that he’d say something he’d most likely regret. They’d get into an argument about Stiles leaving. It was Isaacs’ third time when he first started to feel this way. The time he snapped was, the fourth time Erica came around.
“If you have a problem with it leave. It was this way before you and it will be this way after you!”Derek yelled, his eyes turning red in fury as Stiles back up to escape those eyes. It wasn’t often that he was scared of the other. This was one of those times he was petrified of the Werewolf and it didn’t sit right with him, you should fear those you loved or those who said they loved you.
It was a little before that when he had told him that he was his mate. That he’d do anything for him and that he’d give him the world if he asked. Lies, was ever thing he said lies? He shouldn’t have said anything like that if they were lies. A false truth is the worst thing to give to a person. It cut deeper then any would could, hurt the psyche and made someone feel as if they were nothing. Did Derek want him to feel like he was nothing? He thought the man enjoyed his fiery temper and the fact that he wouldn’t back down, the fact that he was willing to give everything if it was asked. That was the kind of person he was. Derek though-
What exactly was Derek? He had a lot of problems Kate was a big one in his past, but she was gone. She fucked him up in the head and that led to him being the way he was. The fact that he felt that he couldn’t get close to anyone. That woman had hurt him in ways that Derek, Peter, and Laura never quite healed from. It cause Peter to go insane and turned Derek emotionally withdraw. He had to wonder about the man’s past after that. Who else had he told? Had he made false promises to them also to get them in his bed? To make them do what he asked? Were they just as devoted as he was and easily manipulated. The sex wasn’t everything in their relationship it was something else, something that felt it connected the two of them. It was a force that kept them coming back to each other time and time again. The same thing that kept him from leaving every. . . single. . . time.( I have no idea can you give suggestion on how to break it up as if he is pausing at each word?)
“Stiles,” Derek said this time a bit of anger to his voice. He knew that the other man wanted his attention and he had to give it. The fact that his mate needed to know the other was the center of his universe.
That was the thing he was looking for: emotion. That is what he needed from Derek, to show he cared even if it was just something as simple as anger. It seemed that one of the things he could do well was infuriate the older man. He seemed to like the challenge though. He’d find ways to pin Stiles and fuck him and make him submit to him, to make him squire and beg and plead. He would force answers out of him either by way of his tongue, teeth, anything really, as long as Stiles lost in the end. This relationship seemed to be based on a game where Stiles was always the loser the one who felt this way.
“Yes,” he said, as the werewolf began to approach him. He didn’t like this part either. He didn’t want to be near the other man, but he couldn’t say no. It seemed that his will was not his own now a days. He was always trying to find a way to make it good again, but this man refused to oblige him. It was selfish, childish to think that he could keep a grown man, his senior, from doing what he wanted. Even being his mate hadn’t stopped Derek from doing what he wanted. What he felt was in his or the packs best interest or he needed, the man got what he wanted.
The soft steps caused him to look up from where he was on the floor. He let his eyes roam over the man and gave a slight intake of breath. The man was always handsome to see, anybody could see the other man was attractive. Standing at 6’ or over with a toned body and a amazing musculature. He wasn’t bodybuilder big, but you could see in the way his body moved each of his muscles rippled. His eyes were a beautiful color that seemed to change on his mood or who he looked at, hazel, gold gray, they all reflected his personality. If he was less abrasive it would be perfect. He had a defined 6-pack that was enough to make other people envious, but no so tight that it looked disgusting.
He let his eyes go back up and saw that Derek’s hair was messy as he knew it would be since he was with Erica. His eyes going back down he saw that there was a slight sheen of something and he knew that it had to be cum, Derek’s, Erica’s or a mixture of the two. It were covering his abs and going lower there was more stains there. Letting his eyes rest on the man’s crotch he saw his dick nestled in a thatch of dark hair, about six inches when soft. There it was the worst, he could see the crusting of cum there and he knew that it was a mix of Erica’s heat, desire and cum. He looked at it hard gazing and wishing it would go away.
Wasn’t Derek supposed to be Stiles’ in every way. That should mean that his dick was also his property and he didn’t want that inside Erica. He didn’t want it inside Isaac either and just the thought of that send a possessive streak though his body. He let it subside though, again he couldn’t control the other man and he didn’t want to intrude on his space. Relationships required some time apart from each other and he understood that. The thing was, he never agreed to a open relationship and he hated that. Polygamy was not in his plans for life. Even then it wasn’t him doing the fucking here, it was Derek. Would it be called cheating? Weren’t they supposed to be in a mutual relationship here?