Shelter [Sterek] BoyxBoy

Chapter 8

Chapter Seven:

Stiles POV

 

    Stiles was unsure where he was at. A large meadow stretched before him, the wind making the weeds dance sideways. The sun was obscured behind the clouds, its rays trickling through the gray, white mass. The air was a bit chilly and Stiles shivered. He cradled his arms around him when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something to his left. He quickly turned, his eyes rapidly moving, trying to spot whatever he had seen.

  A dark silhouette figure filled his field of vision. A sound of pure shock came from Stiles. The figure was Derek Hale and he was holding something in his hands. Stiles moved forward to get a better look at what it was. When he saw it, his stomach trembled with disturbance and confusion painted itself all over him. It was a heart, bloody and beating fast beats. Derek smirked and his fingers curled around the heart, suffocating it. Its beats were staring to come slow and Stiles felt a dizzy sensation that brought him down to his knees. Standing above him and still smirking, Derek squeezed the heart harder.

    Stiles screamed. He didn’t understand what was happening. It felt as if he were the heart that was being violently treated upon. He wished to die so he wouldn’t have to feel this pain before. The pain was almost as worse as Derek not loving him back. Derek. Stiles looked up at him through tearful and half squinted eyes. The man he loved stared back at him with an emotional expression. Stiles reached his hand out, about to touch Derek when his surrounding shifted to darkness. Now Stiles was falling.  His body plummeted to the unknown and that terrified him.

   As he was falling, his tears smacked against his face. The wetness rolled down to his chin. He didn’t know how but Stiles could feel himself coming closer to the bottom. His name was then being loudly called. Stiles paused his fear and listened closely to the voice that he swears he knows from somewhere.

  “Stiles!”

    The light bulb in his head glowed bright and Stiles realized who the person was.

 “Derek?” his voice was soft with uncertainty.

    He was so confused. His body then broke into a shaking spasm. Stiles didn’t know what to do. He seemed to have no control over his body as it continued to shake crazily. It was like an outside force was controlling him, making him a puppet. Stiles screamed again. The shaking was becoming harsh and something pinched him sharp in his arm. Wet, blood trickled the surface of it.  Fingers latched at Stiles neck and the darkness he was in slithered away in a vanish. Stiles heart sputtered heavily, he was staring in the worried eyes of Derek. The sour wolf then did the unthinkable well according to Stiles.

    His arms coiled around him and pulled him close into his touch. Stiles forehead lightly met Derek’s, his breath hitching with surprise. Derek’s eyes refused to let go of Stiles, as he gazed deeply at him. Shivers erupted when Derek finally embraced him. Stiles relaxed into his hold, realizing that this was the greatest feeling in the world to him. If he could freeze time, he would. This moment between them was perfect. They weren’t arguing. It was just them relishing in each other’s company.