Can't-Sink-This-Ship's One Shots

Bleeding Out The Darkness Inside

Sterek
Warnings: some angst before the fluff happens, some kissing and stuff used as punishment/torture, NO RAPE, bloody torture scene
This is quite different than what I normally put in a fanfic, but I have been reading and writing more horror stories, especially those with the supernatural or psychologically-compromised killers. I got inspired.
Btw, 4114 words! How symmetrical!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, or Teen Wolf. If I did, Sterek would be canon and a lot of characters wouldn't have died. If I somehow come to inherit Teen Wolf, you will know.
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"Stiles?" Derek opened the door to his loft to see Stiles standing there. Of course, he had smelled his scent a mile away, but it was still surprising that he had actually come to his doorstep. More times than Derek could comprehend, Stiles had come and stood outside of the building, rocking back and forth on his heels for several minutes, until finally, he clearly would change his mind and leave again. Derek didn't know why he did this, or why he didn't know that Derek could smell him. Or maybe he did know, and he wanted Derek to come to him. Only now was Derek thinking of this possibility. Oh well, Stiles was here now.
"Can I talk to you?" Stiles seemed more jittery and agitated than usual, as if he was nervous about something.
"Uh, sure. Come in." Derek awkwardly ushered him in. Stiles looked around silently and then turned to face him as he closed the door.
"So what's up? Something you need?" Derek prompted. Stiles met his gaze, his pupils quickly dilating.
"You." He said simply, and surged forward, pressing his lips against Derek's. Derek, though a bit confused at the sudden outburst, was more than happy to kiss him back, pushing him against the wall. After all, he had had a small but fast-growing crush on the sarcastic, pale boy for a very long time. Somewhere along the way, he had fallen in love with Stiles.
Derek moved his hands up to cradle Stiles' face. He could feel his silky hair. Stiles had grow it out of the buzz cut he'd had. It made Stiles somehow even better looking than before, and much more mature as well.
Derek could feel Stiles' hands sliding down his back. They squeezed his ass, and he let out a soft snarl against Stiles' lips. He could feel Stiles smirk against his lips between kisses.
Stiles' hands slipped under his shirt, trailing up until he felt the hem of his shirt moving up with Stiles' arm. Taking the hint, he pulled his shirt off between frenzied kisses.
Stiles ran his hands over his chest, digging his nails into the skin. Maybe for a human, it would be a painful sensation, but for Derek, it was merely a turn-on.
Derek shifted his attention to the hollow between Stiles' neck and his shoulder, kissing and biting the soft, fragrant skin there. Stiles would have a mark for a while. Stiles moaned, stroking the nape of his neck. Then, Derek felt a hard jab to the nape of his neck, and everything went black.
~
Stiles watched in horror as the nogitsune forced his body to drag Derek over to the metal folding chair and chain him to it. Then, he lay a thick circle of mountain ash around the chair.
Hoping the nogitsune wouldn't notice, Stiles slipped the lock pick he always kept in his pocket into Derek's hand as he checked that chains and shackles were in order. Then, it was just a matter of waiting for him to wake up.
After about an hour, Derek groaned and opened his eyes... And his eyes took on a look of apprehension as he realized where he was.
"Rise and shine, pup." Stiles said maliciously, and the real Stiles wanted to scream as Derek's face shifted into a mask of distrust. Where was the look of fond annoyance Stiles had come to love? 'This isn't me!' He yelled fruitlessly. 'I'm in here!'
Derek, however, has no way of hearing this.
"Who are you?"
"You know my name, Derek. Don't play the fool; its not a flattering role for you. Actually, I had a better idea for your role in all of this," Stiles stepped over the line of mountain ash without breaking it and sat in Derek's lap, kissing him again. Derek kissed back, and Stiles could feel the joy at this newfound weakness.
Who needed a big, strong body when you could have a weak one who could easily get to everyone?
Stiles ground down on Derek's lap, and the wolf eyes appeared. Stiles got up and crossed over the mountain ash again.
"You like me, don't you, Derek? You like the body I chose? You can't help yourself. Kissing back even though you know it's not him. Even now you're aroused. Is it that you don't care about him and only want his body, or are you really just that naive?"
"Who are you?" Derek repeated.
"Skinny, defenseless Stiles." He mocked Derek with his own words, having heard them from where he was. Derek's eyes darkened with recognition.
"You're the nogitsune."
"Ding ding ding! Someone get a prize for this man right here, he's the first one to get the answer right!" Stiles mocked.
"Stiles seems like an odd choice, given that he's a human with no supernatural powers. Out of curiosity, why did you pick him?" Derek asked conversationally. The real Stiles knew that this was a stalling tactic.
"Oh, the weak ones are the ones you trust, precisely because they're weak. You trust them, right up until there's a blade in your stomach. And, as it turns out, you like this one. Oh, you should hear what he thinks of you." The nogitsune teased.
"Don't." Derek closed his eyes, trying not to listen.
"He likes you. Quite a lot. He gave up on that delicious redhead a long time ago, because he met you; how sweet. There's more, though. You'll really want to hear this. He touches himself at night, thinking of you. And his fantasies involving you? I can't decide if it'd be a turn-on or crossing a line with you." Derek snarled, trying to drown out the sound of the nogitsune. Stiles smiled maliciously.
"There's this one scenario he thought up which I particularly like, involving chains and shackles, quite similar to what we have now. Do you want me to reenact the beginning?" Derek growled, trying to appear threatening.
"Derek, there's no need to be so hostile. I know your safe word." Stiles teased, unbuttoning Derek's pants. Suddenly, the sound of a car pulling up and parking alerted them both. Stiles got up.
"To be continued." He strode to the door as Scott knocked on the door. He opened the door a crack.
"Stiles! There you are! I was just going to tell Derek you were missing. Hey, what are you doing here?" Stiles raised an eyebrow.
"Do you remember when I requested that you not give me so many details about your relationship with Allison, or I'd maim and kill myself? I assume it's the same the other way around." Scott's eyes widened in surprise.
"He smells angry, though. Is he like that in bed?"
"I don't think anyone likes to be interrupted, Scott." Stiles suggested.
"Oh! Alright, well, I'm glad that you're okay. I was worried. Um, I guess I'll see you later." Stiles smiled, nodding, and closed the door. He waited until Scott was driving away to walk back towards Derek.
"Sorry about that little interruption. Shall we resume what I was doing?" He suggested, and Derek growled, digging his nails into the chair arms.
"No? Alright, then we can get straight to the fun stuff. The foreplay." Stiles smiled cruelly.
The real Stiles was screaming and yelling and banging on the walls of his glass cell, but to no avail. The nogitsune selected a gleaming silver knife from the kitchen.
Stiles slid the blade over Derek forearm and it drew red. He smiled at Derek's carefully crafted mask of calm.
"I've always wanted to know what dog blood tasted like." He leaned down and ran his tongue over the cut.
"Much more iron than I expected. I haven't tasted blood like that since I killed this pregnant woman," Stiles remarked casually. "Her blood was nice. And her baby! Oh, he was nice. So fresh. None of the nasty bacteria that most humans have."
Stiles made a sound of distaste at the thought.
~
Meanwhile, Stiles was still pounding on the walls.
"I'll kill you! Don't you dare touch him!" The walls seemed to be closing in on him with every exclamation. He pondered this. Maybe it could be the key to his way out.
"If threats make things worse, then maybe making myself more vulnerable is my way out." Stiles sat down, cross-legged, on the floor. The walls moved up and out a little.
"What makes a person vulnerable? Weakness and doubt. What weaknesses and doubts do I have?" Stile thought about it.
"I'm not like the others in the pack. I'm just a human; nothing special. I'm afraid that they don't need me." A tiny cracked formed on the floor next to him. Instinctively, he knew that any strike to the glass would merely make the crack disappear.
"I'm too afraid of everything. I'm a coward. My friends don't even fear death. There aren't many people that I would die for, and even then, I would be terrified." The crack got wider. Again, instinctively, he knew that he needed to say more.
"The people I would die for are my weaknesses. Dad," the crack spread. "Scott." the crack made a noise that suggested it had gone through the entire layer or glass. One more. "Derek."
The glass didn't crack. Was it because the nogitsune already knew Derek was a weakness of his? Should he elaborate?
"Derek is a weakness of mine for a lot of reasons. It's not just that he's hot or that he's seemingly got a death wish. It's because I care about him. A lot." The glass did not react. "Because I'm in love with him." The glass made a cracking sound, and suddenly, it shattered. He fell into what appeared to be a maze. And he could no longer see what the nogitsune was doing. It was both better and worse. Better because he didn't have to see Derek's face as he tortured him. Worse because Derek could be dead by now. He didn't have any way of knowing.
Stiles assumed that the chess board was at the end of the maze. But how would he mark the paths he'd already been down? He looked around and saw a can of orange spray paint. A sticky note attached said, in his own handwriting:
Use wisely.
Stiles took that to mean that he was liable to run out in the middle of the maze, so he had better use sparingly. He decided a dotted line worked the best.
He made his way into the maze.
Right turn. No, dead end. Turn back.
Left path.
First path on the right. No, dead end. Turn back.
Second path on the right.
Right turn.
Shit. Already, the spray paint was running low.
Left turn.
The end of this path had already been marked.
"Of course the walls have to move." Stiles muttered to himself. He climbed up the hedge, and from there, he could see a white light. Everything else was dim light. He didn't know where the dim light was coming from, but he was thankful for it.
Rather than climb back down, Stiles walked along the top of the hedges towards the light. It took him what felt like only a few minutes, but it could have been days for all he knew.
The light appeared to be coming from a door with a glass pane, like a classroom door. Stiles opened the door and saw the nogitsune sitting on a tree trunk.
"Hello, Stiles. I was wondering when you'd find your way here," the nogitsune said calmly, not looking up from the board covered with black and white pieces. "Join me for a game?"
Stiles warily approached the nogitsune and sat opposite him. From this seat, he could see both what his body was doing and the game board, simultaneously. The nogitsune moved a piece forward and the game began.
~
Derek watched as his love sliced into his skin again, silently screaming for Stiles to break the nogitsune's hold and stop. Stiles smiled at him, stroking his face and then slapping it.
"This is what you call foreplay?" Derek asked spitefully. Stiles shrugged, and it was off putting how normal Stiles looked in that gesture- except for his smile, which sent chills down Derek's back.
"I considered having sex with you- I mean, seducing wouldn't have been very difficult- but Stiles doesn't strike me as a top, and I thought you might notice that something was off." Stiles said.
"Then why don't you just kill me? It'll save time." Stiles' smile faltered, and Derek hoped that he had gotten through to Stiles. Then the smile came back on as if nothing had happened.
"I considered it. But I think leaving you here and giving you plenty of time to think about what I'm doing with poor Stiles would be worse for you, wouldn't it?" Derek's face betrayed shock and fear for a split-second before he composed himself.
"I'm right," Stiles gloated. "Goodbye, Derek. Have fun with only your thoughts for company."
Stiles' face flickered for a moment as he tripped, breaking the line of mountain ash. Then, without looking back, he left the loft, closing the door behind him.
Derek waited ten minutes before taking advantage of the lock pick in his hand. It was Stiles', he was certain. Which meant that Stiles was still in there. Stiles was still fighting. That was probably why the line of mountain ash was broken.
Derek stepped over the break in the mountain ash carefully. Then, he pocketed the lock pick and pulled out his phone to call Scott.
~
Stiles had used the piece he had taken out to regain control over his body long enough to trip up the line of mountain ash so that Derek could escape.
"I hope you re not under the impression that I haven't noticed what you're up to." Said the nogitsune casually. Stiles' heart stopped for a moment.
"Slipping that lock pick in his hand, messing with the mountain ash... I only let you because it amuses me. You'll do anything to save his life. Even die for him. I want you to watch me take your King."
Meanwhile, Stiles' body was attacking Scott. Scott was holding his own, but he was at a disadvantage because he was unwilling to kill Stiles. Stiles had him up against the wall, the katana in his hand slashing down on Scott's claws again and again. Scott was tiring, and he knew that he would have to kill Stiles or be killed himself...
And then, suddenly, Derek had his arms wrapped around Stiles, holding his arms down. Stiles stabbed him in the leg and Derek went down. Scott was on the offensive now, desperate to stall long enough for Derek to heal and get back up. Scott wasn't an idiot. He knew Derek was Stiles' only hope.
Unfortunately, Stiles was stronger than Scott now. Quickly, he stabbed Scott in the shoulder and pondered how best to kill him.
~
It had to be dramatic- the nogitsune loved horrific deaths and chaos; the more traumatizing, the better. Stiles was getting desperate now, as several of the nogitsune's pieces closed in on his.
Scott and Derek were both hurt because of him. They were both going to die. And he didn't know how to win. He couldn't recall a single play that would turn the game around.
He could see Derek pin his hands to his sides and look him in the eyes.
"Stiles, I know you can hear me. Listen to me. You need to fight this. You need to win. I know it sounds impossible. Remember the Divine Move. You need to do it now." As if giving him support or power to fight, Derek kissed him forcefully, trying to elicit some sort of response. Stiles watched the board as the nogitsune made his play.
That was it, that was his play! If he could just move that piece... He could turn this thing around. He would have won quickly, though. Otherwise, the nogitsune will have killed both Derek and Scott before he can regain control of his body again.
The nogitsune grunted as he found himself with no good moves. Stiles smiled to himself. He could do this. He just had to hope that Derek and Scott could hold out on their end.
~
Scott was scared. Derek had used his "Divine Move" card, and Stiles had faltered, and was becoming slower. But he was still far better in combat than Scott. Derek and he were trying to work together, but they didn't have a plan, and they weren't very in tune with each other. Not like Scott and Isaac were, or Derek and Stiles, back when Stiles wasn't possessed.
Stiles finally just crumpled into a ball on the floor, rocking back and forth a bit.
"Stiles!" Scott and Derek rushed towards him. Stiles thrust the katana in Scott's stomach and then, with a glass-shattering boom, something seemed to release within Stiles. Then, Stiles muttered something with gritted teeth.
"Der... Get Deaton. I can't trap him in here much longer."
~
Stiles looked the nogitsune dead in the eyes. He had won.
"That was very interesting, Stiles. I think I'll just-"
"Oh no, you don't!" The nogitsune had made to leave, and Stiles, having taken back control of his mind and body, formed a glass cage around the nogitsune.
"You can't hold me in here long. You're still weak, compared to me."
"I'm going to tell you something that I told someone else a long time ago: My house, my rules, buddy."
Despite that, Stiles would need help trapping the nogitsune when he eventually let it out.
With his body now firmly in his control, he gave out instructions to the only one still standing.
Oh god, what had he done? Scott. His own best friend.
Deaton would have his hands full.
~
"Stiles, you can let him leave now. There's nowhere for him to go." Deaton said softly. Almost instantly, a black smoke began trailing out of his mouth. Deaton had, through a spell formed a sort of airtight bubble around Stiles that Stiles and Stiles alone could get out of. The smoke floated around, menacingly pressing outward, trying to find a hole or crack.
Stiles crawled away from the smoke in horror, and Derek wrapped his arms around him, comforting and protecting him.
"Thank you, Stiles. This nogitsune won't be bothering anyone anymore. Soon it won't even exist." Deaton said, smiling calmly.
"Why?" Stiles had to ask.
"This spell is essentially a peace-bubble. Anything with a peaceful essence, like you, can get in and out. But it acts as a barrier for chaos and war. The nogitsune can't get out, and nothing can get in that will sustain it. It feeds on chaos, and it will starve in there. It will be dead within a week."
Stiles nodded and curled into Derek.
"I'm so sorry. I couldn't control him. I tried to fight back but-" Stiles whimpered.
"Ssshhh. I know. And I'm so glad you found the strength to fight back." Derek soothed him.
"He forced me to watch. I couldn't stop it. What I did to you, and Scott, and everyone else-"
"We understand, and everyone is on the mend. No one's dying." Derek reassured him.
"Even Scott?" Derek smiled gently at him.
"Yeah. You can see him right now, if you want. Melissa's taking care of him." Stiles started to tear up with guilt. Derek held him tighter, and just listened to his heartbeat and took in his scent. It no longer had the bitterness of the nogitsune masking its spicy sweetness.
~
After tearily apologizing to Melissa several times, to which she responded with compassion and forgiveness, Stiles got to see Scott.
"I'm so sorry, Scott!" Stiles cried.
"It's okay, Stiles. I understand. And this'll never happen again. I'm sorry you had to be the one he took control of." Scott replied, sitting up on his bed. Stiles could see white bandages around his stomach.
"Does it hurt?" Scott shrugged.
"It hurt in the moment, but now I can't feel it. Mom's just being over-careful, because she's my mom. That's kind of her job." Stiles let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding in.
"Let's talk about something else. Like how you missed our movie night." Scott accused.
"Oh shit, Star Wars marathon. Sorry, man. We should have that tomorrow night. Think your mom will let you stay up?"
~
The only thing left to do was also the thing Stiles was the most scared of doing, which explained why he had avoided Derek like the plague the past few days. He had to patch things up with Derek, and find out where they stood.
So, for the thousandth time, Stiles stood outside of Derek's loft. And this time, he didn't even have to knock.
"Stiles," Derek opened the door. "How are you feeling?" Stiles shrugged.
"I'm okay, I guess."
"Sorry, but that's bull shit. I can tell when you're lying, Stiles. Come in." Derek ushered Stiles in, and there was an eerie sense of déjà vu.
"Sit there. If you want to talk about it, we can talk. If you want to just sit, you can do that too." Derek motioned to the den couches, which he had only gotten for the pack, so they wouldn't have to sit on the floor.
Stiles sat down, and Derek sat next to him silently. Waiting for Stiles to speak, but not expecting him to.
"I'm sorry for everything I did to you. I understand if you don't want to see me at pack meetings for a while." Stiles blurted out. Derek frowned.
"Stiles, of course I want to see you at pack meetings, and wherever else. You're the one who makes those meetings bearable. Everyone else is either super depressing to listen to or so wrapped up in their own hormones that the smell makes me nauseous. You're a distraction." Stiles frowned.
"I thought you hated me. I've considered not going before." Derek shook his head.
"Stiles, if I hated you, why would I have done what I did the last two times I saw you?" Derek said. Stiles didn't answer. He himself had been wondering why Derek had done those things.
"Are you going to make me say it? Stiles, the nogitsune targeted you because he knew that we all care about you, and trust you. As it turned out, he picked a weakness of mine. I care about you a lot more than everyone else in the pack. Even Scott."
"Lydia stopped being an option. I couldn't even see her after I met you." Stiles admitted. Derek smiled.
"And somehow, you stopped being annoying and started being endearing, even amusing." Stiles was surprised by this.
"I'm endearing to you?"
"Yes, Stiles. You are endearing to me."
"Why?" Stiles couldn't comprehend that someone wouldn't be annoyed by his antics.
"Because I... I think I'm in love with you." Derek forced out nervously.
"Der..." Stiles seemed at a loss for words. "I love you too." As if pulled by an invisible magnet, he leaned in, and Derek closed the distance.
This was much better. It felt more like Stiles than what he'd had when the nogitsune was possessing Stiles. A little nervous, but loving more than lusting.
Derek pulled back and smiled softly at him.
"We don't have to go any further than that. I don't want to pressure you into doing this. I don't want you to think that this is some twisted way of making it up to me. We can stop if you want." Stiles smiled back. And kissed him again.
"You forget who you're talking to. If I didn't want to do something, I'd let you know. And as for making it up to you, I'll keep trying to make it up to you for the rest of my life."
"You don't have to." Derek replied.
"I want to. Besides, its a good excuse for me being with you for the rest of my life."