Holding On to You

Chapter 7

          Derek's claws sunk into the charred wall, utmostly fervent thoughts littering the burnt home he resided in. It was the day, Derek practically feeling the moon's motions through his skin. After instructing Stiles to stay home all day, Derek knew he was available at any moment- Derek could have him at any moment. But he didn't want to- not yet. Derek planned to wait this out as long as he had to until he couldn't take it anymore.

          Stiles flashed through his mind- his skin providing the wolf a pool he could drown in. Derek cringed, attempting inadequately to shake off the luring thoughts. He couldn't- Stiles was everywhere. Derek's hands traveled the boy's skin, his own pressing against Stiles' as if neither wanted to be free again. Pulling himself back into reality, Derek's claws sunk down the wood, deep scratches shedding splinters in his fingers, but he didn't care. He could hardly feel anything other than the hallucinative touches Stiles accepted willingly.

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          The boy awoke to his blaring alarm, palm of his hand silencing it immediately. Could this really be it? Had tomorrow come already? Indeed it had, Stiles covering his face with his comforter, wishing he had never woken up. A small part of him thought that if he ingested sleeping pills, he would snooze right through Derek's visit. However, he quickly decided against roofie-ing himself. If what Deaton said was true, the wolf needed full and complete connection with its anchor. That meant Stiles had to be awake and ready for whatever Derek made him do.

          Stiles sighed, knowing there would be no school for him today. He understood why Derek wanted him to stay home. Once he saw Stiles tonight, there would probably be no pauses or relocations of any kind. As appalling as it sounded, there was nothing like getting mounted in the school hallway.

          Stiles texted Scott, alerting him to the false fact that he wasn't feeling well. In truth, Stiles felt perfectly fine except for the pounding anticipative dread of which laced every nerve in his body. In short, Stiles was scared. He didn't know Derek that well, especially not in the sense he would tonight. Taken from his consistent habit to slam Stiles hardly against things, the boy could only assume he liked things to be on the rough side. That was all well and good with someone who knew what they were doing, but Stiles had no clue. Oh god, he thought timidly, this is going to be a disaster.

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          Derek heard Stiles' moans- felt the echo through his own body as Stiles was made a victim unto him. Breathing heavily, Derek's eyes flashed blue, seeing everything he wanted to do to Stiles morph into an enact vision. It was time, he could feel it. Derek could feel everything as his body seemed to become hypersensitive. The sky grew dark, the dank outlines of shadows forming perfectly into Stiles. Derived from weeks of seeing the boy everywhere and feelings his skin when completely alone, Derek felt Stiles slip from him. Suddenly, a new feeling arose, it producing the indomitable urge to find Stiles- to acquire him in the very sense of control. Derek had to claim the boy for his own- dominate him if only for tonight. And that's exactly what he planned to do.

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So that might have been the shortest chapter ever written, but I'm okay with it.

Guess what the next one is c;