Human is Just a Word 4/?
Chapter 4
Derek just stared at the boy in front of him. For a human he knew disturbingly much about pack politics but he had clearly no idea what he was asking when he blurted out "Claim me".
"No." Derek said simply and went back to packing. The boy, Peter had called him Stiles which sounded like some kind of nickname, was right that Derek would cause an incident if he tried to get him away from Peter but he couldn't just stand back and let his uncle rape a teenager.
Derek had heard rumors about Peter. About humans he'd claimed as some kind of punishment.
Human pet, Stiles had called it. It wasn't what it was or what it should be but after the fire Peter had become different. He wasn't the uncle Derek had known when he'd been a teenager himself. Derek barely knew this man.
And Stiles was right, Derek was the weak one in the Trinity. He had never been supposed to become alpha in the first place and he had to thank Laura that he even had a territory for himself. She had talked Peter into giving up some of his to carve a small place for Derek and the little pack he'd managed to gather around himself.
But Peter had been nibbling at his borders for months now which was the reason for Derek's visit.
Of course Peter had smiled and had said something about overeager pups who wanted to test their strength and didn't know their place yet. He'd promised to have a word with his betas and that he would keep the truce between them. Helping Stiles to escape would put said truce at risk and with an incident like this Derek couldn't even hope for Laura's help.
"Why not?" The boy asked.
Derek looked over to Stiles who patiently waited for an answer.
"You don't know what you're asking." Derek closed the zipper of his bag with more force than necessary. "If I claimed you, you would be stuck with me for the rest of your life. You don't even know me. "
"And if Peter claims me I'll be stuck with him." Stiles shot back. "And him I know. You can't be worse."
He still hadn't put on the shirt Derek had given him and the blooming bruises stood in stark contrast to his pale skin. Derek's eyes fell on the spot on the neck where he would have to bite him to complete the claiming. But that was just the finishing touch, it was what he would have to do to Stiles before that that twisted his stomach. He wouldn't, couldn't, do that to him.
"Please." Stiles voice broke over the word, the boy was clearly terrified. "I don't want him to ... to ..." He sucked in a breath. "I've seen pictures of the bodies."
The last bit came as a surprise. Finished with his packing Derek sat down next to him.
"What pictures?" He asked but he could guess. How Stiles got a look at something like that he didn't know but he could tell that whatever the boy had seen had rattled him to the core.
"My dad's the sheriff." He explained, fingers rubbing over a blood stain in his jeans. Without thinking Derek took the hand carefully in his and covered it with his other one.
In black lines the pain drained out of Stiles' body and his shoulders relaxed a bit.
"What are you doing?" He asked but didn't draw his hand back.
"I'm taking your pain."
"I didn't know you could do that."
"Looks like you don't know everything about werewolves." Derek teased.
"No shit, Sherlock." Stiles shot back but he sounded drowsy. "What do you think I was doing out there tonight? Picking daisies?"
"What were you doing out there?" Derek took the bait. Peter had said something about Stiles wanting to kill him.
"Gathering information." Stiles admitted easily. "Scoping things out. Doesn't matter anymore, does it? I can't run and I won't let you get killed over this either. So I'll just sit here and wait for your uncle to rape me."
Looked like he did know what he was talking about.
"I know that you don't know me." Stiles continued after a moment. "And you probably don't need a human hanging around your pack but please." He sagged to the side until he was leaning heavily on Derek.
Derek took a deep breath to calm himself, how did he end up in this situation anyway, and caught another whiff of Stiles' scent. The earthy forest scent with a touch of brisk clear air but now it wasn't only overlaid by blood and other werewolves. Stiles was terrified.
Derek thought about his pack. About Isaac and Erica and Boyd. Peter had a point when he said that Derek liked to take in strays. Not one of them had seemed as lost as Stiles right now.
He didn't know this boy, they had no emotional connection, so the only way Derek could claim him was with a physical connection. Or he could ...
"I could bite you." Derek offered.
"No!" Stiles rejected the idea immediately. He glared at Derek for even suggesting it. "I've seen what that does to a person, no thank you. I'd rather die." He was dead serious and for a second they just stared at each other. Derek was the first to break eye contact.
Using him as a crutch Stiles got to his feet.
"Thank you for your help." He said and made an unsteady step towards the door. "If you don't mind, I'd like get it over with now."
He had the full intend to go out there where Peter or at least one of his betas was waiting for him and Derek had no idea what to say to stop him.
"I can't let you do this." He reached for Stiles' shoulder and it was surprisingly easy to hold him back. "You can't even walk."
"Even if I could run, it wouldn't make a difference." He tried to shrug off Derek's hand but failed. "I just hope that he just kills me instead."
His heartbeat was steady, he wasn't lying. He truly hoped to die. Given the alternative it was probably the better option.
"I can't let you do this." Derek repeated, hand still on Stiles' shoulder. He felt the boy trembling under his palm.
"Then claim me!" Stiles yelled at him.
Suddenly Stiles broke down. One second he was standing more or less on his own feet, the next he was hanging heavily in Derek's arms, holding on to him for dear life.
Derek's first intend was to guide them back to the couch but then he changed direction and went for the bed instead. He pushed the bag to the floor and then sat down with Stiles still in his arms.
"It's not just that we would have to have sex." Derek said with a sigh. Why was he even considering this? "A bond like that, there is no turning back. You would be part of my pack for the rest of your life."
"I know." Stiles said, voice steady.
"And you still want me to do this." Derek couldn't believe it.
"My options are a little limited here." Stiles said with new energy. "It's either him or you. And I'd prefer you."
They were running in circles but Derek had to admit that he was right. He couldn't fight Peter. Derek was alone in another alpha's territory and Peter had a strong pack backing him up. If he wanted to go through with his threat, Derek wouldn't be able to stop him. And Peter wasn't known for idle threats.
"Okay." Derek caved.
Stiles lifted his head to look him in the eye.
"Okay okay?" He asked with a strange mix of hope and dread in his voice.
Derek couldn't look him in the eye.
"Okay." Stiles repeated with more enthusiasm. He was already shirtless, he never came around to actually put on the shirt Derek had given him, and now he was fumbling with the button of his jeans.
Before he managed to open his fly he suddenly froze and stared at Derek with an open mouth and his good eye wide.
"Do you even like guys?" He blurted out. It came as a very late afterthought and Derek couldn't help but bark out a laugh. This whole situation was ridiculous.
"Yes, I like guys." He said, taking in the boy next to him in this new light. He would be more attractive without the swollen eye and the split lip, though. "You?"
"Yeah, me too. Full on bi. That's me. Boys and girls, whatever catches my eye." He started rambling again and Derek wasn't sure if this was just his usual rambling, he knew this guy for about an hour but he already had a feeling that his mouth could run a mile per minute, or if he was nervous. Most likely both.
What they were about to do, what he was about to do to this boy …
Derek closed his eyes for a moment.
"Stiles." He said but then paused, not sure if he should use the same nickname as Peter. "Is that even your name?"
"It is ... how do you know my name? I haven't told you my name." Stiles pushed him away, betrayal written on his face but then he squinted at Derek as if he was trying to figure something out. Finally his face lit up with realization. "Peter. He used my name." More at ease he shifted closer to Derek again.
"Stiles, how old are you?" Derek asked, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer. The boy looked so young.
"Seventeen." He admitted, adding another reason why this was a bad idea to an already very long list. Derek let out a sigh.
"I know what I'm asking here." Stiles hurried to say. "I am literally asking for it. I'm on board with the idea of having …"
"Sex with me?" Derek finished the sentence for him. Stiles gave him a sheepish smile and nodded.
Now it was Derek's turn to be embarrassed but if they really did this, and at the moment it looked like they were really doing this, he needed Stiles to know exactly what he was agreeing to.
"Do you know about knotting?" He asked and tried really hard to make it sound as casual as possible. He probably failed miserably but the way Stiles blushed he didn't feel any better. At least the blushing meant that Stiles knew what he was talking about. A curious boy his age had probably seen some kinky werewolf porn on the internet.
"To claim you I have to fuck you, knot you and then I have to bite you in the neck." Derek tried to keep it clinical. "After that you're bonded to me. For life."
"But the bite won't turn me, right?"
"That's what you're worried about?" Derek stared at him. "No, it won't turn you. I'll use my human teeth and won't break the skin."
"Okay." Stiles agreed and reached for his jeans again. "Let's do this, then."
Derek tasted bile in the back of his throat. He was about to rape a seventeen year old boy and ruin his whole life just to prevent Peter from doing the same. What had he become?
Numbly he watched Stiles fighting his way out of his jeans, pain and anxiety radiating from him in waves, until he sat there in only his Spiderman boxers.
"Not exactly how I pictured to lose my virginity." Stiles muttered under his breath low enough that it was probably not meant for Derek's ears.
Derek closed his eyes, he couldn't do this.
Chapter 5
Masterpost