Red Riding Hood

Chapter Twelve

The morning after the fantastic scene, Stiles sat Derek down and they talked. They talked about how much Derek loved the clamps, even though they hurt to take off, and how much Stiles loved the blow job. Granted, it had been a short one but it was there.

Things were great after that. Derek would come over all of the time, usually staying the night as they acquainted themselves better with the toys they had bought. Derek also had his very own drawer in which he kept spare clothes and a few baggy shirts he stole from Stiles. Derek was built much broader than Stiles but with how skinny he was, Stiles' shirts were almost too big for him.

Derek was so happy to have a home. And that's honestly what he considered Stiles' place. Home.

Cora's loft was great and the spare room in Laura's busy house was nice, but they weren't his. Neither was Stiles' house but Stiles was trying his hardest for Derek to feel welcome. He had even put up a few old pictures that Laura had given Derek of their family. Derek knew he was always welcome.

On Sunday, Stiles declared a movie night. Derek smiled at the idea and cuddled into Stiles on the couch as Avengers started playing. He had never seen it and Stiles wanted to make sure that he didn't miss out on the "best movie in the universe."

Twenty minutes in Derek had to go to the bathroom so Stiles paused the movie. After Derek was gone the doorbell rang. When Stiles answered it a small blonde lady stood before him.

"Hi!" She smiled brightly at him. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm the new neighbor."

"Oh," Stiles said as his eyes lite up. He hadn't even noticed the Johnson's had moved. He stuck out his hand for a hand shake and introduced himself. "I'm Stiles," he said with an easy smile. "Welcome to the neighborhood, erh..."

"Katherine."

"Katherine," Stiles agreed.

"I just wanted to say hi. I think your... boyfriend?"

Stiles nodded. That's what Derek was at this point and he wasn't ashamed to tell people. So be it if they didn't accept him, he didn't care.

"Well, as I was saying, I think we used to know each other. Could you maybe give him this? Just to see if he remembers me of course. It's been... a little while." She handed Stiles a folded piece of paper.

"Yup, I'll be sure it gets to him," Stiles responded, pocketing the letter.

"Ok. Thank you! I've got to go but I'll see you around?"

"Of course," Stiles smiled and closed the door behind her.

What a nice lady, he thought.

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After the movie Derek had fallen asleep on Stiles' chest so Stiles peeled Derek off of himself. Stiles smiled as he carried the man back to his bedroom. Derek looked so cute with drool hanging out the side of his mouth.

He tucked the man in, pulling the soft comforter to his chin before getting in the bed himself. Stiles pulled Derek in close to him and hugged the thin body. Derek was still underweight but it was coming back. With each passing day Stiles would stuff him full of food and his ribs would become a little less prominent.

Derek hadn't really wanted to talk about before. Before he had met Stiles, before he had gotten out. And Stiles respected that. He did, he just felt that for them to truly understand each other Derek was going to have to open up to him.

So it is decided, he though. I'll talk to him about it tomorrow.

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The next day Stiles sat Derek down in his lap and kissed his forehead. "We need to talk, baby," he whispered.

"About what, Sir?" Derek asked, slipping up on the name calling. Stiles let it slide because he knew Derek didn't even realize it when he was nervous.

Stiles sighed. "We need to talk about your past. Can you do that?"

Derek's eyes widened, clearly not expecting that answer. "S-sure," he whispered back.

"Let's start with your hard limits, huh?"

Derek nodded. That sounded easy enough.

"Why no cages then? Just he truthful baby, don't rush, I'm not pushing you into anything you don't want to talk about."

Derek breathed in a little unsteadily. "S-she used to keep m-me in a... a cage when she, when she wasn't using me." The last part was said so softly that Stiles had to strain to hear it.

Stiles hugged Derek's frail body closer. He wished he could have been their earlier for Derek. Wished he could have saved him.

"I think I know about the collars. What about flogging? It's alright if you don't want to give me the details right now. I understand."

Derek looked away from Stiles face and said in an ashamed voice, "Sometimes I was a bad boy and bad boys deserve punishments."

Stiles couldn't image Derek being anything but extraordinary, even for her. "That's ok," Stiles whispered. "I bet you were the best boy you could be. Actually, I know you were. It's all in the past now honey." Stiles kissed his forehead again and wished that he could just kiss his past away.

"It's all going to be ok now. You have me," Stiles said with a simple smile.

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The next day, when Derek was about to leave and spend the night with Laura and her family, Stiles remembered the note from his new neighbor.

"Hey! Wait up, babe," he said before Derek had gotten out the door. He handed Derek the letter he had fetched from the bedroom and pecked his lips. "Have a good night, baby," he said with a smile and pushed Derek out the door.

Once Derek was in the car with Laura he opened the letter and began to read.

Hey there pet. I just wanted to let you know that I would be dropping by soon to retrieve what is rightfully mine soon. I'll be seeing you.
~Misstress

Derek swallowed the lump in his throat. She had found him. And not only that, she had somehow found Stiles as well. What was he going to do?