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When Derek found Stiles he was not expecting this. No, not at all.
The buzz cut was gone instead replaced with thick locks of hair that stuck up everywhere in that did-I-or-did-I-not-style-my-hair-to-look-this-messy sorta look. The next thing Derek noticed was Stiles' naked broad shoulders, they were toned sharp looking things that lead to strong languid arms, smooth skin on the bicep but harry on the defined forearms. Stiles stood with his arms up in a classic fighting stance his hands in loose fists, tape was wrapped around his knuckles. Derek's assuming the tape started out white when they put it on, because now it's red some areas darker than others. Stiles' chest was another sight to behold, it's sharp define muscle leading down to his-yes as shocking as it is-six pack. The boy has definitely been busy for the last four months he's been missing.
Stiles' hips disappeared into very very low fitting black gym shorts but with every move every shift in weight Derek could see that Stiles has newly found strength in his thighs and legs too. They lead to bright red shoes that were a stark contrast to literally everyone else in the room whose attire was either black or dark grey. His skin was smeared with dirt in random places but because of the sweat that covered his toned body it looked like smeared ash.
But that's not the most shocking change about stiles. Nope not by a long shot you see...
Stiles had a beard
AND he was kicking this beta werewolf's ass with ease.
The crowd around the arena screamed profanities at Stiles, no doubt underestimating the pale boy, even with his stronger toned body it looked like Stiles was no match for the giant Russian looking beta. But stiles, whose left cheek was red and swollen right bottom lip cracked and swollen, left rib red and about to swell, well stiles actually was in better shape than the beta.
The beta had a broken nose, maybe a broken rib judging by the way he's hunched over to the side and breathing like it was through a tube, plus he had a broken arm that he's cradling to his chest. He's had no time to snap the bones back in place, Stiles made sure of that, re-hitting those specific areas to keep them from healing.
Oh and another huge change in Stiles- he has a fucking tattoo. The same one Derek has, but it was located on his lower left hip bone.
Derek stood where he was next to the entrance frozen in shock eyes following the fight but his mind not clicking that it was actually Stiles he was seeing. Stiles holding his own, no more than that, beating the betas ass and he was doing it with ease. With a practiced grace that understood that the fight wasn't a race, hitting the injured spots over and over again occasionally using the betas weight against him by hitting his legs causing him to grow tired of holding himself together and trying to balance when Stiles attacks at his weak stance.
It's all so fucking weird to see Stiles' face as he does this, much like his body Derek's eyes are no longer looking at a boys face but a mans face, all harsh defined lines and strength radiating from him. His eyes no longer resemble that of Bambi but rather the hunter that had to provide for his family.
Derek knows very well what this place is, knows that Frank, a twisted human hater alpha, takes Humans that know about werewolf's usually hunters but occasionally human pack members, and forces them to fight omegas.
So why is stiles fighting an beta? And where is Fank? He usually gets off on this type of shit but the man's not here.
Unless it's because Stiles is winning, of course that would make sense. Frank for all his false bravo is a coward, one that hates the thought of losing and-though he'll never admit it-he's also afraid of humans.
To be honest the way Stiles is beating the shit out of this beta, Derek is scared of humans too, specifically a pale mole dotted brown eye'd spastic human.
Derek without realizing it, had walked across the room, his feet taking him over to the betas side of the room simply to get a better look at Stiles' strikes. Always calculative, precise, and effective. Stiles' form was perfect his fists flying in fast recessions before dodging his opponents weak attempts to fight back.
On one particular punch aimed at the betas rib, the beta took a wobbly step back his balance for a second hindered. Derek expected Stiles to aim another calculated blow to one of the betas weak spots to finally take him down.
What he wasn't expecting was Stiles violent yell as he punched that beta with all his might square in the jaw, the beta going down like a sack of potatoes the sickening crack of his neck breaking echoing in the room while Stiles stood there shaking with rage.
The crowd grew silent, this outcome predicted by nobody." Anybody else!" Stiles screamed the veins along his body jutting out while his lungs tried to fill his body with enough air to calm his breathing but it wasn't working. Stiles was on the verge of a panic attack. Derek slowly walked over, the motion catching Stiles' eyes. They widened in shock meeting Derek's.
Derek saw it, that flicker of panic, of terror, of the old Bambi stiles. And then it hardened again, his breathing becoming even nodding once at Derek before a loud beeping came and the door behind Stiles opened.
Derek stood jaw clenching eyes probably flashing as he watched Stiles close his face off into a scary blank look, his head held high and shoulders square. He nodded once again at Derek before tuning around and walking toward the open door. His strong back smeared with dirt only highlighting the curve that led to his plum ass, the shorts barley keeping above the plump area.
"He's hot isn't he." Derek turned fully expecting to see another one of these disgusting piglike betas that littered the small arena. But instead he was face to face with Lina whose the right hand of Frank.
"I thought he was to fight an omega?"
The girl laughed." He did, the fight was over to soon so Frank asked the audience to see who could take on The Triskelion."
"The Triskelion? "
"Yeah that's his name, because of the tattoo."
"The one on his hip?"
"Yup, fucker won't give us his real name."
"Okay so...this Triskelion guy, where did Frank find him?"
The girl shrugged." I don't know, but I want one. He's very...stubborn. It's exciting."
Derek is very proud of himself. He didn't snap at her and his eyebrows barley twitched.
"Where is Frank?"
"He's eating dinner. It's five, he always eats dinner at five. "She said like Derek should have known that.
"Well....I need to talk to him."
"Look if you can't pay what you bet Miles is the guy you need to talk to not Frank."
This time Derek couldn't hide the tick in his jaw and frown." I'm here because he invited me." He will never know exactly how Peter did it but he managed to get Derek and invitation to visit The Crystals territory. He was originally heading in to ask if they had heard anything about Stiles not expecting to fucking see Stiles here.
The thought never crossed anyone's mind because well...its stiles? Why would they recruit scrawny defenseless stiles to fight? And they had to know what pack they were dealing with. Ever since the whole Deucalion alpha pack thing werewolf's tend to stay away from Beacon hills unless they're asking for protection. Other creatures, not so much, but werewolf's, they run with their tail between their legs. It's quite amusing really, makes their life's easier so Derek wasn't gunna stop the rumors from spreading amongst the neighboring packs.
"Oh I-I'm sorry. I'll tell him that you're here. Stay here." The girl said nervously. She ran over toward the heavily guarded door the guards letting her through without a second glance.
Derek looked over at the arena for a way to sneak in. There were actually two doors, one a full door the other just bars that probably contained some sort of magic or herb to lock the werewolf's in.
The actual arena was low in the ground the blood stained wall looked like it had no magic or any added security measures. And why should they? If the human or werewolf jumped up into the crowd what could they do? And the guards standing next to each entrance would surely stop them.
"Okay he's ready to see you." The girl said appearing next to Derek. "Oh I know the ring is truly magnificent. Built in the building purposely for this, but this isn't even the big ring. " the girl tuned on her heel heading back toward the door the two guards eying Derek but let him through.
The concrete floor immediately changed into marble the walls too, the reflective white a stark contrast to the dark dirty shadowy room before it.
"Yeah I know, boss has a thing about everything being spotless so the white helps him see the dirt. Also helps us catch the occasional runners."
For the right hand of an alpha werewolf, she really talks a lot.
"Ahh Derek." Frank sat at the head of a long sleek white table two men stood behind him and surprisingly Stiles sat to the left of Frank his head down staring at the marble table still shirtless tattoo bright against the pale skin, the pale smooth skin? The bruises were gone. They must have a healer on hand, makes sense, they need someone to keep the players healthy for the ring. But still Stiles isn't a werewolf he must be tired and hungry. There was no food in front of him just a single plate for Frank and Frank himself. A glass of wine next to it. Two other guards stood at the door behind stiles directly across from where Derek was standing at the doorway unsure of where to sit and how to keep his heart rate and emotions in check.
"Come, sit. You're uncle speaks very highly of you."
Derek's eyebrows rose and if he wasn't looking for it, he saw Stiles' eyebrows do the same only a fraction. He pulled the sleek chair out and sat next to the man directly across from Stiles.
It's weird to see Stiles so closed off, he's Stiles for Christ sake, expressive spastic, ADD since birth STILES. And he's sitting across from Derek shirtless blood smeared here and there, toned muscled, facial hair, serious face, quiet, unmoving, STILES?
"Yes, your uncle said that you were a great fighter, said that you won many fights. Is that so?"
Derek was fully expecting to hear a laugh from stiles at least a smile, instead there was a twitch on the corner of his lips and that's it, his eyes still on the table so Derek couldn't see if they were filled with amusement or still closed off.
"I won some and lost some." Derek responded hesitantly.
"Is it true that you can shift into full wolf form like your mother?"
Derek blinked at the question not expecting it. He hardened his gaze looking at the Alpha.
He gave a slight nod of his head as an answer. "Why do you want to know?"
"Well, to put you in the ring of course."
And then there was a needle being pushed under Derek's jaw and the reflection of Stiles' terrified eyes before complete and utter blackness.
"Well that was easier than I thought." Frank laughed leaning back in his chair throwing his napkin on the table.
Derek was passed out in the stiff chair across from stiles. Thank god he was still breathing. Fuck Stiles needs to calm down, his breathing is becoming shaky.
He knows what's coming next. Knows it, fucking dreads it.
"Come Stiles." Frank scooted his chair back and the guards behind him shifted ready to attack if Stiles tried anything again.
Stiles tried not to look at Derek as he stood up but fuck he just had to sneak a glance at Derek, a real one, not the tables reflection of him.
"You like him." Frank said his voice like ice.
Stiles didn't speak just walked over to Frank his usual blank look.
"You do." Frank scoffed with a frown before a grin took over his features." Lina tie our new friend up, Lila after she's done wake him up. "
Fuck. What's happening? Why does he want him awake and tired up?
"Please don't make him watch." Stiles blurted out of nowhere.
Frank smiled patting his leg in an obvious come here motion. Stiles did as he was told sitting on Frank's lap, his sleek pants and white dress shirt a stark contrast to Stiles' gym shorts and red shoes. " No Stiles-" Frank brought his hand up to brush Stiles' cheek. The both of them watching as Lina tied the last knot with Lila's magic rope." I'm going to watch."
Stiles froze his body turning into ice. "No."
Frank laughed his body shaking with laughter." We both know that you will or I'll kill Troye and Derek here right in front of you, just like I did Tyde."
Tears of frustration escaped Stiles' eyes. He turned his head and looked straight into Frank's amusing gaze. His eyes hard despite his vision being blurry.
"One day, one day Frank I will kill you. I will." Frank stopped laughing his eyes equally as hard as he grabbed stiles hair hard pushing their faces together so their noses were almost touching, his icy blue eyes holding Stiles' dark brown ones.
" You will try, might even come close, but in the end we both know who's the closest to death. Time is running out for you Stiles." He tightened his hold on Stiles' hair pulling it hard expecting a wince, some type of submission but stiles just looked back into Frank's eyes uncaring of the pain.
"S-Stiles?"
Stiles whipped around fully focused on Derek.
He hasn't heard his own name in months, the word familiar yet foreign, being used here in this place.
" What's a Stiles?" Frank asked.
Stiles cocked his head to the side." Maybe his mate? His alpha?"
Frank's eyebrows rose." And how do you know that he's not an alpha?"
"Because I have eyes."
Stiles face slammed into the table, Frank's hand wrapped in Stiles' hair pushing down keeping Stiles there. Stiles relaxed his body knowing that if he fought it would make matters worse for him and Derek.
"He doesn't carry himself as an Alpha, if he did your panties would be in a bunch, you would have seized him up maybe made a threat or two before actually getting to what you want."
Frank laughed a deep rumbling sound that made Stiles cringe.
"Despite your uncontrollable tongue, you are smart, smarter than you look definitely."
Stiles didn't have to look to see that Frank was looking at his ass, though he wasn't expecting the low growl that came from the groggy sourwolf in front of him. Stiles was bent over the table Frank's hand tangled in his hair keeping him put his face right in front of a blue eye'd Derek.
"Gotta say I wasn't expecting your eyes to be blue." Frank hummed almost....sensually. Fuck this guy was sick.
"Frank." Lina said walking over toward him her eyes flickering from Derek to Stiles in discomfort. Mmmm perhaps that's something he could use.
She leaned over and whispered something in his ear, obviously stiles couldn't hear but Derek could. Stiles looked up at Derek catching his eye.
"Alright alright." Frank hissed hand letting go of Stiles' hair only to lay his palm flat on stiles' neck and dragging downward till it was on the swell of Stiles' ass. He took it in his hand and squeezed before dragging it lower squeezing stiles down there. Stiles eyes stayed on Derek's not moving and remained emotionless.
"Make sure Stiles blows him. I want them to grow attached so I have someone to hang over'em." Frank said uncaring of how loud he is and then he left, Lina right next to him following him out while Lila stayed in the room.
It was quiet for a second before she pulled out a stun gun. Stiles avoided Derek's eyes as he sank down on his knees shuffling under the table toward Derek. Before Stiles did anything, he leaned his cheek into Derek's hands, they wrapped around his bearded jaw, Derek's wrist were tied against the chair and his ankles as well so he couldn't push away, making the angle a bit awkward. When he looked up he wasn't expecting to see glowing bright blue eyes staring down at him and those eyebrows, fuck those eyebrows. They were pulled together in a sad sorrow filled shape.
Fuck stiles hates seeing this, seeing so much fucking pity behind Derek's eyes, in his touch. Abruptly Stiles leaned away from the intimate touch and broke eye contact getting to work. He began to undo Derek's belt, surprised to discover that Derek was not wearing any underwear. Derek's cock was gorgeous, thick and uncut. It's sad that they had to meet in such terrible circumstances
Stiles waisted no time grabbing Derek's cock and jacking him off. He could feel Derek's eyes on him and he fought hard trying not to look up scared of what he might find behind those eyes. Revulsion, disgust, anger, frustration?
When it was fully hard Stiles licked his lips and right after the motion his eyes widened in shock at the low groan and sprout of cum that came out of Derek. He couldn't help but look up to see Derek also looking up his throat clenching and unclenching his chest heaving long nails clawing at the chair.
"Hurry up."
Oh of course Derek would want to get this over with. Of course he's looking up to picture someone's else's hand on his cock. Stiles putting his mask back on took Derek in his mouth. Shoving it to the back of his throat so he couldn't breathe. He knows that he shouldn't like this, knows that some part of him is deeply fucked up for actually liking, getting off even, at the situation they're in. But fuck Derek keeps on groaning low in his chest with every bob of Stiles' head and Derek's hips are thrusting up into Stiles' mouth despite the restraints, Derek's arms and legs were bulging pushing at the rope.
So yeah Stiles is hard, and leaking, maybe on the verge of cuming when Derek let it pass through his lips, yeah it was mumbled and Stiles could hear a hint of fang in it but still he heard it. Heard Derek moan his name and could hear it now, hear that each groan was Derek trying desperately to not moan Stiles' name. Just a broken off iles or a bitten off st.
Stiles couldn't help but moan around Derek's cock while looking up in Derek's blue eyes swallowing once, twice, and then Derek was cumming. Stiles leaned back on his heels letting the thick stripes of cum litter his chest a few drops on his beard and down his neck.
Stiles looked up at Derek a smirk on his lips. Derek looked wrecked, his eyes blown out like he smoked a thousand joints, the chair handles had claw marks all over it, Derek's chest was heaving like he ran the whole preserve in one minute, and Derek's eyebrows. Both were raised a small smirk on his red bitten lips.
"Jesus you two sounded like two cats fucking in the night." Lila hissed her crude voice breaking whatever spell Derek and Stiles had." And letting him cum on you fuck kid, I would have swallowed. Come on let's get you to your cage." Lila snapped her fingers and the rope was gone. Derek awkwardly shuffled his chair back giving stiles room to stand up. Derek even more awkwardly put himself back in and zipped himself up while Stiles looked down at the cum on his body smirking as he passed by the guards, their noses crinkling.
Fuck stiles is smart. He should win an award or something honestly.
Lila lead a waddling Stiles and a flushed Derek to the familiar path to The Grave. The place where you await your death, because everyone who's caged here dies here, eventually.
"Frank was very detailed on how he wants the two of you caged together with Troye."
"HER name is T." Stiles spat out.
Lila laughed.
Lila reminds Stiles of an evil Cheshire the cat, but a drunk one, one that walks in heels but with this sorta jack sparrow lean that makes her look off. She has tattoos up and down her body, different symbols for different spells, also she wears heavy amounts of eye make up and has bracelets along her forearm. Her slutty outfits fit her personality and her violet eyes fit how fake the bitch is. Her twin sister Lina could not be more opposite.
Stiles needs to find a way to get to her, to guilt her into helping him. He knows he can do it he just needs some time with her is all.
"Wow and the Skimp is still alive-"
"And brought a sexy friend."
"He's a were." Stiles said with a smirk. Got he hates the hunters he has to call jail mates.
The girl snarled taking her hands out of the gap of the bars eying Derek with naive disgust.
"Alright here we are. Have fun shitting in that bucket." Lila said opening the gate.
"Where's T?"
"Oh Jacks bringing him." Stiles froze in the doorway Derek already in the cage.
"How long ago did you send him?"
" Oh relax would you. He would never touch your precious Troye, he likes em young but not THAT young. " She pushed stiles in before slamming the gate shut. She tapped the gate her usual three times putting the spell on the cell, stiles has seen her do it countless times to the were's cages. But never this close, never close enough to see the tattoos on her body glow. The were's and human cells are separated in the fact that there's a huge gab in between the two sets of cages. They had to because most of the humans were hunters and wanted to kill any were in sight. Frank couldn't have the action off stage so what's his plan with having Stiles and Derek bunk together? AND with T?
"Have fun trying not to die all night." And with that she turned on her heel and left, the guards in tow.
Stiles waited patiently counting to 30 seconds before turning around and launching himself at Derek.
Derek stood waiting for Stiles to move, he was still facing the door looking out toward the small square it allows people to look out of, the bars almost glowing from the magic right across from Stiles' face.
So when Stiles abruptly turned around and launched himself at Derek, he was completely un prepared taking a few steps back for balance the back of his knees hitting the prison like bed.
Derek sat while Stiles dragged his head in the crook of Derek's neck in an completely obvious sent marking. It happens when pack has been gone for too long. But Derek has never seen a human do it, regardless stiles is doing it and it's doing things to Derek. Surprising things.
Especially because Stiles was sporting a boner and the thin baggy shorts were doing nothing to hide it. "Stiles." Stiles straddled Derek, tongue flicking out to lick Derek's neck." Stiles!?" Stiles kept on lapping at Derek's neck and Derek without thinking arched into it giving Stiles more skin to lick." Stiles." Derek moaned.
"Yeah well fuck you!"
Stiles sprang apart from Derek sprinting over toward the door hands on the bars face pressed up to see down the hall. Derek blinked extremely confused on what the actual fuck just happened.
"Have fun using your hand asshole!"
"T!"Stiles yelled in an scolding tone.
"Trick?" An exited voice yelled.
"Stay in line with me kid!"
"Ow watch it with the hair."
"Jesus kid, it's a miracle you're still alive with a mouth like yours."
"Oh please guys like you get off on this shit."
"T!" Stiles practically growled out. "Shut it! Now!"
T sighed." Fine. Whatever you say mom."
A deep rumbling laugh came from the other side of the door." I wouldn't call The Triskelion a mom, no he's definitely not mother material." Derek heard the sensual undertones in the guards statement but he could only smell the guards arousal when the door opened. In fact he couldn't smell or hear anything outside of the room when the door was closed. His senses were dulled-no-human maybe? He only had human limited senses when the door's shut.
It must work the other way around too because when the guard opened the door he growled, the sound loud and obnoxious echoing throughout the small cell." Whose cum are you wearing? You're mine boy. Mine!"
Derek stood up walking to stand directly behind Stiles. The pathetic alpha in front of Stiles was the same height as Derek he had an un kept beard and his hair was a wild shade of red making his red eyes pop out. "He is not yours." Derek hissed flashing his own blue eyes at the wolf not missing the quick pick up in heartbeat and the sour stench of panic that quickly passed. "Nor is he mine."
The alpha snorted." That thing needs to be leashed and monitored more than a wolf on the full moon of their heat. Now don't think that our little arrangement is over just because of your new friend." The pig pushed the kid in the cell before slamming the door shut tapping the bar three times before leaving." FILTHY WHORE!" he yelled at stiles before flashing his eyes at Derek and walking away.
"Trick." The kid whimpered." You're alive!" Derek couldn't even see the kid because he buried himself in Stiles arms, he rubbed his face along Stiles' neck sent marking him. This boy was a werewolf possibly a born one.
The boy suddenly leaned back nose crinkling, "what's that smell...o-on your chest?" Stiles' face burned red and Derek couldn't help but let his wolf preen at the strong sent of him and stiles.
"It's uh...Derek a little help here?"
Derek just raised his eyebrow, words were never his thing. Children however-" I marked him as mine so no wolf would want to uh touch him." Derek said not meeting Stiles' eyes by awkwardly looking at the wall to the right of him his face and ears burning with a blush.
"Wait y-your Derek!?"
"Ommff" The kid threw himself at Derek much like Stiles did, but this time Derek didn't fall over, he sorta just awkwardly hugged the kid back staggering backwards for balance.
"C-can I be part of your pack? " He whispered looking up at Derek startling pale blue eyes looking into Derek's green ones. Derek blinked up at Stiles.
"T don't overwhelm the man. He-"
"Are your parents alive?" He asked.
"No. Frank as a sick joke put them against each other after I was born. They both commuted suicide Frank was pissed. He decided to keep me in this hell hole as their punishment."
"So you were born here."
"Yes."
"Okay then I don't see why not."
"Why what?" Stiles asked.
"Why you can't be apart of the pack. He's a werewolf-"
"She's a werewolf." Stiles corrected.
Derek frowned confused because it was defiantly a boy that was standing in front of him." My wolf is a girl but I'm a guy they closer I get to a full moon the closer I get to my um..."
Derek nodded his head, he had a friend from a neighboring pack who had the same condition. Named him/her Riley, her parents were very peaceful people." Okay."
" C-can I still be in your pack? Even with my condition?"
Derek shrugged." I don't see why not."
"Derek!?" Stiles hissed.
Derek frowned." Stiles!?"
Stiles sighed walking over toward the bed dropping himself on the bed his broad shoulders slumped." You can't just do that."
"Uh yeah I can. Just did in fact."
" You're not the alpha. You can't-"
"You think Scott is just gunna let him her stay here? With these people when we escape? You think YOU are going to let T go?" Derek snorted." I know you stiles. There is no way in hell you're going to let the kid go."
"But-but"
"I'll adopt him her if your dad or Melissa won't." Derek said in an obvious tone.
"Wha-I-bu-" Stiles limbs started flailing and Derek let out the little breath he was holding because Stiles hasn't flailed his limbs yet and that's a very very Stiles like motion. Not sitting up straight not sitting still not doing whatever it was that he's been doing.
"Stiles." Derek walked over and wrapped his hands around Stiles' wild ones. Warming them. "You need sleep. You're exhausted. We'll talk about this later okay."
Stiles swallowed hard looking down at their joined hands." Yeah yeah okay you're right."
"You too, T, it's T right?"
The boy squirmed under Derek's gaze." She...she likes to be called Talia."
Derek froze.
"Derek I-"
"Sleep Stiles. We'll talk about all this tomorrow."
"Derek what abo-"
"Stiles."
"I'm sorr-"
"STILES!"
"Okay okay. I get it, sleep."
"You too T." Derek said shrugging his jacket off then taking his shirt off. Stiles looked up at Derek eyes widening. Derek rolled his eyes." Take a picture it'll last longer."
"Ha, that's funny I thought I was the cometic relief."
"Yeah well...you've changed."
Stiles let out a choked dry laugh." Yeah...yeah I guess I have."
"Take this." Derek said offering his shirt.
"Bu-"
"Stiles." Derek said tiredly." Just...just take it." Stiles nodded taking the Henley and shrugging it on.
"Are you two boyfriends?" T asked from where he/she was standing behind Derek.
They both jumped completely forgetting about the kid.
"Um...sleep. Yeah come on T, let's go to sleep."
"Um..what's a Stiles?" T asked."
"That's my name, my real one, but keep it a secret. It might lead them to my pack."
T nodded while walking over to jump up on the bed. Stiles put him/her in between him and the wall. T curled into Stiles and it was a sight to behold.
The kid had to be around 15? But his/her big innocent eyes made him/her look younger. He/she easily curled into Stiles, head on Stiles' chest arm around his torso. Stiles' pale freckled arm wrapped around the kid's shoulders his chin under the mop of dark curly hair T had.
Derek sighed and walked over toward the opposite side of the room laying his leather jacket on the floor in the corner of the room. He then undid his shoe laces leaning on the wall for balance. With a sigh he took his shoes off, he always hated shoes. He peeled his socks off then his belt and shimmied out of his tight jeans. He also hated underwear. He closed his eyes and let the shift come over him, it's still kinda new to him, the full shift. But he's mastered dealing with the pain, it's the change of mind set that's hard. When he's in his wolf form his wolf has more control of his thoughts and being trapped in this cage is not gunna help. Regardless Derek let the change come over him.
What he wasn't expecting was his wolf to immediately take surface, turning him around to look up at Stiles whose eyes were wide his neck stretched so he could look up at Derek almost upside down.
"Mate." Derek's wolf barked.
Stiles just smiled and said" Goodnight." Before curling back into T.
Shit.