Fic: Until We Bleed
Title: Until We Bleed
Author: queenofday
Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Blood, Gore, and Underage Sex
Summary: Derek has a crush and Stiles has wings. Yes, you read that right; wings.
The clamorous sound of Stiles' beat up Jeep shutting off with a gruff bellow was loud and familiar to Derek's ears; he huffed a breath and rose from his spot on the couch, throwing the book he was reading down on the small coffee table unceremoniously. His heartbeat picked up pace, beating furiously and hard, his rib-cage starting to feel confining and tight. Derek takes a deep breath through his mouth to calm himself. Beside him Isaac and Boyd share a knowing smirk, and Erica let out a low whistle.
"Your boyfriend's here, Derek" Erica teases, red lips spread into a vicious pseudo-smile; at her comment Isaac and Boyd snicker like the children they are, he can't help but roll his eyes at their juvenile antics. It's obvious to everyone, except Stiles of course, that Derek has developed certain feelings for the teenage boy. They've known each other for almost two years now, since Scott was first bitten, and they've saved each others lifes too many times to count. Derek guesses that this crush developed over time, it was honestly inevitable; two people spend so much time together and one person will develop feelings for other said person, it will most likely vanish over time; hopefully.
"Shut up" Derek growls, adding a hint of his alpha voice, because that's the only way to actually make her be quiet, and she does with a glare full of discontent.
He can hear Stiles climb up the stairs and near his apartment door, he swallows down the lump sitting in his throat, he's curious as the why Stiles is here again, he left early from the weekly pack meeting claiming a headache. His question is answered as soon as Stiles blasts the front door open, stumbling in. Derek and his betas are up and surrounding the teen in seconds, the same look of concern and confusion painted on their faces.
"I think.. something is wrong with me" Stiles slurs, he sounds heavily intoxicated, but Derek can't pick up any scent of alcohol on the boy, maybe he's been drugged? Derek feels his hackles rise as the very idea. Stiles' skin is clammy and paler than usual, he looks frail and fatigued, and his lips are dry and cracking. His hair is clinging to his forehead, damp with sweat. Worst of all though is his smell, its sickening. The rancid stench of rotting, infected flesh and blood hangs heavily to Stiles; he smells like Laura did, like a dead body.
"What the fuck, Stiles!" Erica says in a panicked tone, Derek has never seen her look this vulnerable since before she was bitten, it's sort of frightening.
"It... it itches. My back" He coughs, blood spewing onto his lips and down his chin, the bright blood is a scary contrast to his pale, ivory skin. Boyd and Isaac help him over to the couch with no problem, and Derek quickly closes the front door, he doesn't know what else to do, he feels frozen in his own body; just a moment ago Erica was teasing him about having a crush and now the guy he has a crush on is lying on his couch reeking of death; it's unreal.
Erica flips him onto his stomach and rips his flannel shirt easily with a clawed hand, Derek stands to the side, he feels like he's having an outer body experience, Isaac and Boyd stand next to him as Erica tears open his undershirt as well, its coated in sweat and the smell of infection is getting thicker in the air.
As soon as his back is free of clothing the smell hits all of their noses like a stink bomb, and the sight isn't any better. Stiles has two giant, jagged protrusions running down his back, they're angry red and swollen and it looks like they're full of puss and blood, the skin around the growths looks irritated and is full of scratch marks. Stiles is panting heavily, his labored breaths are dreadful to hear. Unconsciously Stiles goes to scratch at his back, Derek stops him from making his back any more irritated.
"Stiles, what are these?" Isaac looks liked a scared puppy, his eyes are big and blue and chocked full of horror.
"Dunno", Stiles answers after a few seconds, he's still struggling to scratch, but Derek has his hands in a vice, "Just.. they itch"
Erica is still seated infront of Stiles, who's still trying to fight Derek, but it's no use; especially when Derek has Stiles' hands behind his back. She has her clawed hand out and she tentatively runs it down Stiles' back, and he lets out a low moan.
"Do it again" He pants and it sounds so filthy that Derek gets a little hard. Erica repeats the motion, running her hand down his back; one of her claws catches on the jagged tip of the protrusion and it slits open, blood and puss seeping out, and Stiles lets out a groan of approval, the four wolves look to each other in confusion as they view the leaking wound. Beneath the surface is white, and at closer inspection Derek realizes that he sees feathers. To be more specific, fucking wings; the hard jagged tip is bone where to wings start to form, the wings are covered in bloody feathers.
"What the fuck"
/\\\\/
Stiles wakes up feeling groggy, but well rested. He looks around a realizes that he isn't in his own bed, he jolts up, and that was a mistake. His back is on fire, he goes to touch his back to see if those itchy bumps are still there and he feels his eyes widen in surprise as he feels that the bumps have been replied by soft... feathers?
He slowly sits up in the bed, Derek's bed, why is he at Derek's appartement?
Stiles doesn't remember how he got here or when; the last thing he actually remembers is falling asleep at home, feeling overheated and itchy.
He turns and scoots off the bed, walking into the bathroom, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. When he looks in the mirror he promptly screams, because he has wings, actual wings sticking out his back; so those feathers he felt before were not from Derek's bed, but from his fucking back. At his freak out the wings flutter in chaos, knocking down everything in the small bathroom.
He starts to hyperventilate, because is this has to be a nightmare; he has wings.
Stiles thinks its more than acceptable to pass out, so he does; falling to the floor with a loud thump.
Author: queenofday
Pairing: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Blood, Gore, and Underage Sex
Summary: Derek has a crush and Stiles has wings. Yes, you read that right; wings.
The clamorous sound of Stiles' beat up Jeep shutting off with a gruff bellow was loud and familiar to Derek's ears; he huffed a breath and rose from his spot on the couch, throwing the book he was reading down on the small coffee table unceremoniously. His heartbeat picked up pace, beating furiously and hard, his rib-cage starting to feel confining and tight. Derek takes a deep breath through his mouth to calm himself. Beside him Isaac and Boyd share a knowing smirk, and Erica let out a low whistle.
"Your boyfriend's here, Derek" Erica teases, red lips spread into a vicious pseudo-smile; at her comment Isaac and Boyd snicker like the children they are, he can't help but roll his eyes at their juvenile antics. It's obvious to everyone, except Stiles of course, that Derek has developed certain feelings for the teenage boy. They've known each other for almost two years now, since Scott was first bitten, and they've saved each others lifes too many times to count. Derek guesses that this crush developed over time, it was honestly inevitable; two people spend so much time together and one person will develop feelings for other said person, it will most likely vanish over time; hopefully.
"Shut up" Derek growls, adding a hint of his alpha voice, because that's the only way to actually make her be quiet, and she does with a glare full of discontent.
He can hear Stiles climb up the stairs and near his apartment door, he swallows down the lump sitting in his throat, he's curious as the why Stiles is here again, he left early from the weekly pack meeting claiming a headache. His question is answered as soon as Stiles blasts the front door open, stumbling in. Derek and his betas are up and surrounding the teen in seconds, the same look of concern and confusion painted on their faces.
"I think.. something is wrong with me" Stiles slurs, he sounds heavily intoxicated, but Derek can't pick up any scent of alcohol on the boy, maybe he's been drugged? Derek feels his hackles rise as the very idea. Stiles' skin is clammy and paler than usual, he looks frail and fatigued, and his lips are dry and cracking. His hair is clinging to his forehead, damp with sweat. Worst of all though is his smell, its sickening. The rancid stench of rotting, infected flesh and blood hangs heavily to Stiles; he smells like Laura did, like a dead body.
"What the fuck, Stiles!" Erica says in a panicked tone, Derek has never seen her look this vulnerable since before she was bitten, it's sort of frightening.
"It... it itches. My back" He coughs, blood spewing onto his lips and down his chin, the bright blood is a scary contrast to his pale, ivory skin. Boyd and Isaac help him over to the couch with no problem, and Derek quickly closes the front door, he doesn't know what else to do, he feels frozen in his own body; just a moment ago Erica was teasing him about having a crush and now the guy he has a crush on is lying on his couch reeking of death; it's unreal.
Erica flips him onto his stomach and rips his flannel shirt easily with a clawed hand, Derek stands to the side, he feels like he's having an outer body experience, Isaac and Boyd stand next to him as Erica tears open his undershirt as well, its coated in sweat and the smell of infection is getting thicker in the air.
As soon as his back is free of clothing the smell hits all of their noses like a stink bomb, and the sight isn't any better. Stiles has two giant, jagged protrusions running down his back, they're angry red and swollen and it looks like they're full of puss and blood, the skin around the growths looks irritated and is full of scratch marks. Stiles is panting heavily, his labored breaths are dreadful to hear. Unconsciously Stiles goes to scratch at his back, Derek stops him from making his back any more irritated.
"Stiles, what are these?" Isaac looks liked a scared puppy, his eyes are big and blue and chocked full of horror.
"Dunno", Stiles answers after a few seconds, he's still struggling to scratch, but Derek has his hands in a vice, "Just.. they itch"
Erica is still seated infront of Stiles, who's still trying to fight Derek, but it's no use; especially when Derek has Stiles' hands behind his back. She has her clawed hand out and she tentatively runs it down Stiles' back, and he lets out a low moan.
"Do it again" He pants and it sounds so filthy that Derek gets a little hard. Erica repeats the motion, running her hand down his back; one of her claws catches on the jagged tip of the protrusion and it slits open, blood and puss seeping out, and Stiles lets out a groan of approval, the four wolves look to each other in confusion as they view the leaking wound. Beneath the surface is white, and at closer inspection Derek realizes that he sees feathers. To be more specific, fucking wings; the hard jagged tip is bone where to wings start to form, the wings are covered in bloody feathers.
"What the fuck"
/\\\\/
Stiles wakes up feeling groggy, but well rested. He looks around a realizes that he isn't in his own bed, he jolts up, and that was a mistake. His back is on fire, he goes to touch his back to see if those itchy bumps are still there and he feels his eyes widen in surprise as he feels that the bumps have been replied by soft... feathers?
He slowly sits up in the bed, Derek's bed, why is he at Derek's appartement?
Stiles doesn't remember how he got here or when; the last thing he actually remembers is falling asleep at home, feeling overheated and itchy.
He turns and scoots off the bed, walking into the bathroom, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. When he looks in the mirror he promptly screams, because he has wings, actual wings sticking out his back; so those feathers he felt before were not from Derek's bed, but from his fucking back. At his freak out the wings flutter in chaos, knocking down everything in the small bathroom.
He starts to hyperventilate, because is this has to be a nightmare; he has wings.
Stiles thinks its more than acceptable to pass out, so he does; falling to the floor with a loud thump.