It Hit Like A Wave (Sterek/scisaac)

Chapter Two

Derek loosened his grip on Stiles' arms enough that it wasn't painful but not enough that he could somehow get his hands free and he growled, "Remember what you said, you'll let me do anything I want. I'm going to let go of your arms and you're not going to try and push me away or escape, or I will lose what little control I have now."

Derek paused, as if waiting for something and Stiles gasped out, "I won't try to push you away or escape, I promise."

Derek made a sound that could have been a purr, but Stiles was to terrified to even really register the sound let alone be able to laugh at the idea of a wolf purring.

Derek loosened his grip on Stiles' arms enough that Stiles could have pulled free if he wanted to, but in light of what Derek had just said, decided not to. Derek released the last bit of grip he had on Stiles' arms and growled, "Get on your hands and knees, and don't move unless I tell you to."

Stiles nodded his understanding and quickly used his sore arms to push himself up onto his hands and knees. Derek made that sound again, that was like a purr and Stiles' had a moment to consider what was wrong with the wolf, he hadn't had any injuries and the full moon was several days away, so why was Derek acting like this.

Before he could contemplate that question much longer Derek pressed up against him from behind and started sniffing his neck once more. Stiles was so overwhelmed by all of the hard muscles he could feel pressed against him, that it took him a lot longer to notice that it wasn't just Derek's muscles that were hard and pressing against him.

Stiles felt his eyes go wide and a whole new wave of panic and fear coursed through him, but luckily the fear paralyzed him instead of making him do something stupid like move. Derek's hands wrapped around his middle and Stile's felt his brain short circuit, because he couldn't even think of a single plausible reason why Derek would be here doing what Stiles was positively certain he was doing. Finally Stiles decided that he must be hallucinating from lack of sleep or he finally passed out and was dreaming, but then he realized that even he couldn't make something this crazy up inside his head.

While he had been mentally grasping at straws, Derek hand's had moved around and Stiles didn't even notice or care what he was doing until he heard a loud ripping noise and felt the cold air on his stomach and chest. He didn't even have to look down to know Derek had ripped his shirt off, because he could feel his hands touching his now bare skin. Stiles' didn't dare make a sound at this point because as Derek's hands ran gently over his skin he felt the ghost press of claws.

Stiles' somehow managed to hold it together till Derek's hands moved down to the waistband of his jeans and started to fumble with the belt, even then he couldn't move as he gasped out, "Why are you doing this?"

Derek paused for a moment with the belt half undone in his hands then he took a deep breath and growled into his neck, "The heat hit us." His voice sounded almost normal when he added, "No Control." Then he breathed in, this time through his nose and whispered in a husky voice, "You smell so good."

Stiles felt his eyes widen further as Derek managed to undo his belt buckle and started pulling it off, he was terrified of where he knew this was going, but he felt his only hope of finding a way out of this, without being seriously injured or losing his innocents, was to figure out what the hell was going on with the wolf, "What kind of heat was it?"

Derek growled and violently pulled his jeans down and off, leaving Stiles in nothing but his tattered shirt and his boxer shorts. Stiles shivered, and he wasn't sure if it was due to the cold air or his fear, probably both. He really wanted to make a run for it but as he glanced back at the wolf and saw his eyes still glowing a cold blue he realized that either way Derek was going to get whatever he wanted, and if he didn't fight him maybe he wouldn't get hurt. Derek's nostrils flared and his eyes closed for a scent, and Stiles almost didn't hear him whisper past clenched teeth, "Mating heat."

Stiles gasped and Derek's eyes opened and stared into his own wide eyes like he thought he could find the cure to all his problems hidden somewhere in there. Stiles took in a panicked breath and his voice was high with fear as he said, "So you and Scott got hit by a… mating heat, why didn't you just grab a girl, I know plenty who would be more than willing to sleep with you."

Derek glared and let out a low menacing growl, Stiles shivered in fear. Derek reached to grab Stiles by the hip and pull him closer but when Stiles flinched and made a whimpering noise he realized that the younger human was truly terrified. Derek closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath, and when he opened them again Stile's was slightly relieved to find that his eyes weren't glowing blue, they still looked more wolf than human but the fact that they weren't glowing was a good sign in Stiles mind. Derek took another deep breath and said, "I caught your scent."

Stiles latched onto the words like a lifeline, anything to stall whatever Derek had planned was a good thing, so he asked "you caught my scent and followed it here, why?"

Derek growled out, "You smell good."

Stile's brows creased and for a moment he couldn't understand what his scent had anything to do with Derek wolfing out and jumping him, but then he remembered one of the stories he had read. He had thought it was hogwash, but in light of everything that had just happened and what Derek was telling him he had reason to believe that maybe it was true. His eyes widened as he forced his mind to recall exactly what the story had said. Derek could hear Stiles' heart rate skyrocket as he tried to grasp exactly what he was saying; finally Stiles' opened his mouth and asked quietly, "Are you saying I'm your mate?"

Derek growled, "Yes!"

His eyes started to glow blue once more and Stiles instantly rushed to do what the stories he read suggested, "Yes, I'm your mate. I'm your mate and I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here."

Derek let out a low growl of approval and grabbed the back of Stiles' neck; Stiles flinched at the contact and whispered, "Please… please don't hurt me."