I don't know what I'm doing - Sterek mpreg

FOURTEEN part 1

"Mmmm I've missed you.." Isaac moaned while Scott entered him and sucked on his nipple.

"Don't talk" Scott said and sped up, opening Isaac's legs wider apart.

"Uuh.. shit.." Isaac failed holding back his moans as Scott hit his prostate again and again.

Scott panted and rubbed Isaac's cock when his phone started ringing. Still fucking Isaac, he looked aside on his phone screen.

"It's Derek."

"Don't answer." Isaac said, eyes closed mouth open.

"Mm" Scott agreed and kissed Isaac. The phone stopped ringing but after a secong started ringing again. By the third time, Scott stopped grinding into Isaac and grabbed his phone.

"Just shut it down.." Isaac said and tried grabbing Scott closer to him.

"I'm worried. It might be about Stiles." Scott said before he answered. "Hello?"

"It's Stiles."
Derek sounded scared as ever, and Scott was already stood up, putting his clothes on.

"What?? What happened???"

"I.. I found him.. in the woods.. he was bleeding so much, Scott-"

"Hold on, where are you now?"

"At.. at Deaton's. Plsase come here..."

"Okay we'll be there in a few minutes." Scott hung up and threw Isaac's clothes on him.

"What happened?!"

"Stiles is hurt. We're going to Deaton."

Scott ran outside with a shirtless Isaac behind him. They got up on Scott's motorcycle and drove madly fast to Deaton's clinic. When they entered, they saw Stiles laying on a bed with some devices connected to him, and a heart monitor beeping. Beside him, was a worried Derek. He had puffy red eyes, and messy hair, and he was holding Stiles' hand. On the other side Deaton was doing something with the
intravenous.

Scott immidiately took over, holding Stiles' hand instead of Derek, pushing him away. He carresed his hair, full of worry. "Is he gonna be okay? What happened?" He asked Deaton.

"I'm pretty certain he will. This guy is strong, he just got a few Superficial injuries. He should be awake soon enough." Deaton assured Scott.

"And.. the baby?.." asked Isaac.

"He's well. I was actually surprised by it. Considering.. what happened to Stiles. Must be a werewolf I guess.."

"What.. happened to Stiles?" Scott asked, a bit scared.

Deaton didn't answer. And Scott wondered if he didn't know, or maybe he couldn't say it.

"Someone raped him." Derek talked for the first time since Isaac and Scott got there. And as he said it, another tear fell down his cheek.

"Oh god.." Scott gasped and cradled Stiles' hand.

"He still had blood on his bottom when he got here." Said Deaton. "The main hit marks he had were in that area.. It also seems that the person kicked him in his face, hands, legs and stomach. Phisically, he'll make it. Mentally- ... " he couldn't even finish the sentence.

The boys looked at Stiles worriedly, wishing everything is gonna be okay. Half an hour later, Issac left and told them to call him when Stiles wakes up. A few hours passed by, and Scott was sleeping on the chair, head on Stiles' bed, when he felt a swift movement. He woke up immidiately, making Derek jump off his chair in the corner, and held Stiles' hand while he opened his eyes slowly.

"My head..." Stiles said. "Where am I... ?" He said as he noticed Scott. "Is the baby okay? Scott tell me the baby's okay!"

"He's okay. You both are." Scott assured him. "Stiles do you.. remember what happened?.."

"Yeah I.. yeah, someone.. I..oh god.." Stiles was breathing heavily, as he was about to have a panic attack.

"It's okay, you don't have to say it. We're just happy you're okay." Scott said with a weak smile.

"I couldn't sleep so I decided to take a walk in the woods.. and suddenly I heard someone and they.. Thank you for finding me. I wouldn't be okay now if it weren't for you.."

"Um.. it was actually.. Derek. Who found you this morning. He brought you here, to Deaton." Scott said, looking at Derek, who was crying for maybe the 15th time today.

"Derek.." Stiles said, stunned.

Derek walked closer to him, crying heavier as he stood next to him.

"Hey, no. Don't cry.. I'm okay. The baby's okay. It's over. Come here. " Stiles held Derek's cheek and then pulled him in for a hug.

"It's funny, how I'm the one who's supposed to be telling you this right now.. I'm such a mess.." Derek said, cupping Stiles' face in his big, warm hands, and Stiles laughed.

"It's okay. I don't mind saying it. Thank you."

"I promise you, I'll find that asshole, and I swear..-"

"No. Don't talk about it right now, please."

"Okay."

"Have you called my parents?" Stiles asked both of the boys.

"Yeah, they're on their way." Scott said. "I'll call Isaac, he said to do so when you wake up."

"Okay." Said Stiles.

Derek strated walking towards his chair in the corner, but Stiles caught his hand, not letting go and Derek looked at him with wonder.
"Please, don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere. Promise."
Derek said and sat down next to Stiles' bed.