Bed Of Ashes A Teen Wolf AU (Sterek/Sciles/Stisaac)(boyxboy)

What Was Becoming Of Them

[Flashback]

All the warnings, all their words, swam in Stiles head as he drifted in and out of sleep. He was exhausted but part of him feared sleeping. It had to have been over a day but time had blended together and the blackness of the closet was closing in. He was haunted by his thoughts. He loved Derek. He was sure of it. But what happened to him? Why was he acting this way? It killed him to think about it. To think of what was becoming of them.

When Stiles woke again he felt a light tap on the door.

"Dad?" The words barely came out and scratched at Stiles throat. Stiles inched away from the door he was leaning against and hoped for it to open.

"No, it's me. Scott text... he asked why you never met up with him at the fort. What fort is he talking about?"

"I- I don't know." Stiles quickly changed the subject. "Derek... I'm really thirsty and I have to go to the bathroom."

"How do I know you won't run away?"

"Because I love you... please?"

A minute later the door opened and Stiles had to shield his eyes. Derek grabbed him and helped Stiles walk to the bathroom. Stiles finished and drank more water than his stomach could hold.

"I'm sorry. I was jealous." He sat down on the couch and pulled Stiles down with him. He held onto Stiles who rested his body against Derek's chest. Derek ran his fingers threw Stiles hair to comfort him.

"Why?" Stiles felt comfort in the embrace though Derek was the one he needed to feel afraid of.

"I thought you wanted to be with Scott."

"Scott's my best friend. You're my boyfriend. I want to be with him." Stiles could hardly hold his eyes open.

"I know that now." Derek kissed Stiles head. "and about the drugs... I only tried them once. I was going to get rid of them; I swear!"

Stiles felt dizzy and sick to his stomach. He didn't want to talk anymore.

"I- I just need some sleep."

"It's okay baby... you just rest."

Stiles opened his eyes and drew in a deep breath. It was that second where you almost forget that something is wrong; then it hits you. Stiles's heart began to race and he jumped up quickly taking a  jagged breath. He wasn't in the closet but he was still at Derek's. He looked around but there was no sign of Derek. A part of Stiles told him to run but the other part didn't want to budge. He wanted to know what damage had been done.

Stiles cautiously stood from the couch and slowly walked the house. As soon as he reached the kitchen he found Derek standing over the stove cooking. A minute later Derek turned and smiled at Stiles standing in the door frame.

"Hey handsome. Sleep well?"

Stiles grinned a little. Derek looked adorable. His hair was messy and flour dusted his face. Derek walked closer to Stiles and wrapped his arms around his waist pulling him in for a kiss. Stiles kissed him back and pulled away nodding, and wiped powder from Derek's nose.

"Sorry I'm a mess. I wanted to make you breakfast."

"You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to. Now sit down. I'm going to take Care of you." Stiles sat down at the kitchen table and watched as Derek cooked. The breakfast was great and Stiles ate more than he could stomach. He hadn't eaten in a day and a half. It was getting harder to be mad at Derek. His charm was winning.

"Did you like it?"

"It was really good." Stiles said finishing the last of his juice.

"It's my way of saying sorry. I know it isn't much but I'm going to keep making up for it. I promise."