Broken Cycle
That hand started moving up his shoulder squeezing every no and then and he fought the desire to lean into it. He was trying wasn’t he? No, trying would have been the first or second time this was him trying to get his way.
“Are. . . ?” Stiles began letting the question train off. He really didn’t know which question to ask here. Are they gone? Are you going to pay attention to me? Are you still in love with me? Are you aware how much this fucking sucks? Those were just a few of the ones that were playing over and over in his head and he couldn’t seem to reign in those whirling thoughts to pick one of them to ask.
Derek ran his fingertips up the side of Stiles’ neck then stroked his cheek in an affectionate gesturer, before tilting his head to the side as if he was listening for something. Brows furrowed in a version of concentration before they smoothed out and he gave a slight nod. Stiles understood the question that was answered for him without ever having a say in the matter. He knew it was the question that suited this situation more than anything else. ‘Are they gone?’
Letting the older man’s nod offer him some comfort he felt a little better. He still wasn’t sure if they were really gone though. He knew that his ears wouldn’t be able to pick up anything like the werewolf’s could. It was one of the downsides of being human around a bunch of the preternatural.
Straining his own ears stiles tried to see if he could pick up anything in the large house. A sound, any sound to let him know that they were actually the only ones left here. He knew that Derek wouldn’t see them out, his part of being the leader being more then fulfilled. It still didn’t stop that instinct in his gut from trying to let me know if anything was in the wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time that Erica had stayed here for something after one of these stints. The only sound he could hear was the soft sound of steps being creaking and then the slam of the front door.
He let out a little sigh a second later as a large palm cupped his cheek. He didn’t know what he was sighing for the fact that Derek was finally paying attention to him, or the fact that Erica and Boyd were gone. The relief was coursing through his body and he could feel some tension drain from him, granted he was still pretty stiff from sitting here.
A thumb stroked over his lips in a soft caress. At one time he would be sticking his tongue out to taste the other man, to taste the sweat off his skin. He would have drawn that thumb into his mouth biting it and giving Derek his best innocent grin while he laved it in his mouth. Those times were few and far between now, something always came up or they were interrupted by something. This seemed to be his life now.
“Get in the bed,” Derek said, his voice commanding, yet it held the barest touch of gentleness. The older man slid his hand from his face to under his armpit and pulled him to his feet effortlessly, so they were standing eye to eye.
Looking into the man’s eyes he gave the barest smile as the other pushed him slightly back towards the bed. He bumped against the edge and fell backwards onto the mattress. Derek gave a little laugh as he pet Stiles’ leg a moment before heading out.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he called in that damn distant voice, as he left the room.
Stiles stayed there sprawled on the bed staring up at the ceiling for a moment wondering how the man’s personality could change back and forth so fast. He didn’t think the wolf inside of him could be controlling him that drastically. He began to wonder if everything was just pulling him apart and that is why he wanted Stiles here, the constant presence of something steady. It would make sense with what he said earlier. The thing was. . .
Stiles got up from the bed and walked out into the hallway. Turing towards the bathroom he walked to it and pressed his head against the door as quietly as he could. A second later he heard the shower turn on and let out a small sigh. Turning away he went to the room that was next to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and he didn’t have to do anything but press against it a little bit and the door swung open noiselessly.
If anyone were to see him now they would think him a masochist. Just hearing them go at it in the next room had him crying his eyes and heart out in silent sobs. Now he was venturing into the room where it all took place. It was stupid, god he was so stupid, but he had to see with his own eyes what made them so different. Why couldn’t he give Derek what he wanted? Why wasn’t he good enough? He steeled his resolve and entered the room.
The first thing he noticed as he walked into the room was the smell; god the smell was so strong. He shook his head as if that could stop it from assaulting his nose. It was enough to make his eyes water a little bit and he blinked back tears he didn’t know he still had. It was the scent he smelt on Derek not that long ago, only this time, it was about ten times more potent. God this room reeked of sex, cum and, he stopped trying to block the scents out and took a brief whiff of it. He didn’t like the fact that he smelled his boyfriend’s scent mixed with another but something was irking him to know what this was.
A second passed as he breathed in and out slowly letting him understand what it was that smelled so muted, but so strong at the same time? It smelt like copper and he had to step back a little bit as he realized it was the smell of blood. Not enough to let it be known that it was lingering there, but blood was never a dull scent and someone wouldn’t notice it if they weren’t looking for it, he wasn’t looking for the smell of it but he’d been around so much of it that it was embedded into his memory. Why was the smell of blood here? Did someone get hurt? Was the sex so rough that he made her bleed?
Walking further into the room he looked around and saw everything in disarray. The walls bore claw marks that went in several inches deep. Claw marks also were decorating the carpet, fabric torn off in some places leaving frayed ends. The table that was usually in this room was broken into a dozen pieces and scattered around. The lamp usually in here was shattered, shards of porcelain in a corner near the bed.
He let his eyes roam over the bed and took in its disheveled state. The major thing he saw that was out of place was that there was a blanked haphazardly draped over it. It was the only object in the room that was somewhat clean and that didn’t sit well with him. Walking towards it he grabbed the white sheet and pulled, dropping it immediately after, taking a few steps back aghast at what he saw.
The once pristine white sheets were coated in red. There were bits and pieces of skin torn off. Some of the strips from what he could see where pale and reminded him of Erica. There was some dark brown skin there, as well as a tanned skin color. Blood coated most of it and he was surprised he could even see enough to tell the difference. The only thing that was going through his mind was what the fuck happened.
He examined the bed a bit closer and scrunched his nose as the full force of blood hit him. There was several different smells to it. Some of it was new while some of it smelled fresh. There was also the scent of cum and sweat lingering here. He knew that was to be expected with what happened in this room for the past few days.
Taking a step back Stiles tossed the sheet back onto the bed. Backing up and looking at the bed in as if it was a two head dragon. This wasn’t what he expected to find. Now that he thought about it he didn’t know what he wanted to find. This was so much worse than anything he could have thought of thought there was blood and chucks of skin and maybe a little bit of meat on the bed. That was absolutely disgusting and horrifying to see.
Hearing the shower turn off Stiles began to hastily make his way back to their bedroom. He knew he had nothing to hide from Derek but he didn’t think the older man would appreciate him going into that room. Usually he would sneak out during the night to go and clean it so that he didn’t know what happened in there. This was the first time he ever went in there by himself in the aftermath of a night between the alpha and one of the omegas.
“Are. . . ?” Stiles began letting the question train off. He really didn’t know which question to ask here. Are they gone? Are you going to pay attention to me? Are you still in love with me? Are you aware how much this fucking sucks? Those were just a few of the ones that were playing over and over in his head and he couldn’t seem to reign in those whirling thoughts to pick one of them to ask.
Derek ran his fingertips up the side of Stiles’ neck then stroked his cheek in an affectionate gesturer, before tilting his head to the side as if he was listening for something. Brows furrowed in a version of concentration before they smoothed out and he gave a slight nod. Stiles understood the question that was answered for him without ever having a say in the matter. He knew it was the question that suited this situation more than anything else. ‘Are they gone?’
Letting the older man’s nod offer him some comfort he felt a little better. He still wasn’t sure if they were really gone though. He knew that his ears wouldn’t be able to pick up anything like the werewolf’s could. It was one of the downsides of being human around a bunch of the preternatural.
Straining his own ears stiles tried to see if he could pick up anything in the large house. A sound, any sound to let him know that they were actually the only ones left here. He knew that Derek wouldn’t see them out, his part of being the leader being more then fulfilled. It still didn’t stop that instinct in his gut from trying to let me know if anything was in the wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time that Erica had stayed here for something after one of these stints. The only sound he could hear was the soft sound of steps being creaking and then the slam of the front door.
He let out a little sigh a second later as a large palm cupped his cheek. He didn’t know what he was sighing for the fact that Derek was finally paying attention to him, or the fact that Erica and Boyd were gone. The relief was coursing through his body and he could feel some tension drain from him, granted he was still pretty stiff from sitting here.
A thumb stroked over his lips in a soft caress. At one time he would be sticking his tongue out to taste the other man, to taste the sweat off his skin. He would have drawn that thumb into his mouth biting it and giving Derek his best innocent grin while he laved it in his mouth. Those times were few and far between now, something always came up or they were interrupted by something. This seemed to be his life now.
“Get in the bed,” Derek said, his voice commanding, yet it held the barest touch of gentleness. The older man slid his hand from his face to under his armpit and pulled him to his feet effortlessly, so they were standing eye to eye.
Looking into the man’s eyes he gave the barest smile as the other pushed him slightly back towards the bed. He bumped against the edge and fell backwards onto the mattress. Derek gave a little laugh as he pet Stiles’ leg a moment before heading out.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he called in that damn distant voice, as he left the room.
Stiles stayed there sprawled on the bed staring up at the ceiling for a moment wondering how the man’s personality could change back and forth so fast. He didn’t think the wolf inside of him could be controlling him that drastically. He began to wonder if everything was just pulling him apart and that is why he wanted Stiles here, the constant presence of something steady. It would make sense with what he said earlier. The thing was. . .
Stiles got up from the bed and walked out into the hallway. Turing towards the bathroom he walked to it and pressed his head against the door as quietly as he could. A second later he heard the shower turn on and let out a small sigh. Turning away he went to the room that was next to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and he didn’t have to do anything but press against it a little bit and the door swung open noiselessly.
If anyone were to see him now they would think him a masochist. Just hearing them go at it in the next room had him crying his eyes and heart out in silent sobs. Now he was venturing into the room where it all took place. It was stupid, god he was so stupid, but he had to see with his own eyes what made them so different. Why couldn’t he give Derek what he wanted? Why wasn’t he good enough? He steeled his resolve and entered the room.
The first thing he noticed as he walked into the room was the smell; god the smell was so strong. He shook his head as if that could stop it from assaulting his nose. It was enough to make his eyes water a little bit and he blinked back tears he didn’t know he still had. It was the scent he smelt on Derek not that long ago, only this time, it was about ten times more potent. God this room reeked of sex, cum and, he stopped trying to block the scents out and took a brief whiff of it. He didn’t like the fact that he smelled his boyfriend’s scent mixed with another but something was irking him to know what this was.
A second passed as he breathed in and out slowly letting him understand what it was that smelled so muted, but so strong at the same time? It smelt like copper and he had to step back a little bit as he realized it was the smell of blood. Not enough to let it be known that it was lingering there, but blood was never a dull scent and someone wouldn’t notice it if they weren’t looking for it, he wasn’t looking for the smell of it but he’d been around so much of it that it was embedded into his memory. Why was the smell of blood here? Did someone get hurt? Was the sex so rough that he made her bleed?
Walking further into the room he looked around and saw everything in disarray. The walls bore claw marks that went in several inches deep. Claw marks also were decorating the carpet, fabric torn off in some places leaving frayed ends. The table that was usually in this room was broken into a dozen pieces and scattered around. The lamp usually in here was shattered, shards of porcelain in a corner near the bed.
He let his eyes roam over the bed and took in its disheveled state. The major thing he saw that was out of place was that there was a blanked haphazardly draped over it. It was the only object in the room that was somewhat clean and that didn’t sit well with him. Walking towards it he grabbed the white sheet and pulled, dropping it immediately after, taking a few steps back aghast at what he saw.
The once pristine white sheets were coated in red. There were bits and pieces of skin torn off. Some of the strips from what he could see where pale and reminded him of Erica. There was some dark brown skin there, as well as a tanned skin color. Blood coated most of it and he was surprised he could even see enough to tell the difference. The only thing that was going through his mind was what the fuck happened.
He examined the bed a bit closer and scrunched his nose as the full force of blood hit him. There was several different smells to it. Some of it was new while some of it smelled fresh. There was also the scent of cum and sweat lingering here. He knew that was to be expected with what happened in this room for the past few days.
Taking a step back Stiles tossed the sheet back onto the bed. Backing up and looking at the bed in as if it was a two head dragon. This wasn’t what he expected to find. Now that he thought about it he didn’t know what he wanted to find. This was so much worse than anything he could have thought of thought there was blood and chucks of skin and maybe a little bit of meat on the bed. That was absolutely disgusting and horrifying to see.
Hearing the shower turn off Stiles began to hastily make his way back to their bedroom. He knew he had nothing to hide from Derek but he didn’t think the older man would appreciate him going into that room. Usually he would sneak out during the night to go and clean it so that he didn’t know what happened in there. This was the first time he ever went in there by himself in the aftermath of a night between the alpha and one of the omegas.