Dominates and Submissives(Sterek)

Chapter 3

Dominates and Submissives
Chapter 3

"How's the food?"

"It's delicious. Thank you." Stiles said from across the table as he swallowed a piece of steak.

"I'm glad you like it... So," Derek cleared his throat, averting his eyes from Stiles',"I'm sure you're aware of why you're here..." Derek trailed off.

Derek stared into Stiles motionless eyes for guidance.

A sign, maybe?

"I am what's left of my families bloodline. Which means that if I want to continue it, I'd need you to—"

Derek paused. Feeling awful for having to say this at all.

"By law I can't object. If it's children you're seeking then that's what I'm here for."

"But the thing is they won't only be my children... They'll be yours too, Stiles." Derek sounded almost desperate, he wanted to show Stiles that he doesn't have to live out his past anymore.

Trust me , Derek begged silently.

"I don't have any legal ownership of the child once they're born."

Stiles wasn't sure what Derek was trying to get at.

"Do you expect after you have the child that you'll be put back into the system?"

"That's what usually happens." Stiles said bluntly as he fiddled with the napkin in his lap.

"What would you say if instead of sending you away, you stayed here with me and raised the child—our child?"

The dining room was silent and tense. Derek watched Stiles look down at his dinner with a frown. Tears welling in his eyes. Stiles tried so hard to hold them back but he became weak in that moment.

"I'm sorry for crying." Stiles hiccuped as he wiped at his eyes.

"It's okay to cry." Derek soothed as he got up from his seat and sat in the chair closest to the weeping boy.

Derek cautiously rested a hand on Stiles' thigh. Stiles quickly wiped a stray tear, looking up to meet Derek's hard stare.

"Agh!" Stiles grimaced as he clutched his stomach.

"Are you okay?"Derek shifted nervously in the chair leaning toward Stiles.

"I think so...I-I'm sorry. I don't feel well."

"Maybe you just need to rest. Let's get you to bed. I'll have Deaton give you a check up tomorrow morning."

Stiles agreed as Derek helped him up.

Derek guided Stiles up the flight of stairs, noticing how Stiles rubbed his stomach absentmindedly.

When they finally made it to Stiles' room the air grew cold around them.

"Stiles, would you mind if I asked you a few questions?" Derek quizzed as he gestured to the bed.

Stiles sat down beside Derek on the plush bed, their thighs touching, just close enough to feel the warmth of each others breath across their faces.

Derek took Stiles' silence as a yes.

"How did you get the bruises on your back and arms?"

Stiles mouth hung open as he fiddled with his shorts.

"My previous dominator wasn't much for words. He was a drunk. He ran out of things to break so he used me instead. He got irritated easily so when I 'misbehaved' he'd take a belt to my hand.... But he was reported and sent off to a rehabilitation facility after I tried to run."