Turning Year

Chapter 13: A Cell For Two

For Derek, the woods were silent. He blocked out everything that wasn't Stiles. He searched, using all of his senses, but Stiles was fast.

His black paws pounded into the ground, pushing him forwards as he tried to track him. Stiles was far ahead of him and left no tracks, so the only option was to rely on his senses.

Stiles' scent was intermingled with other things and certainly not the one he was used to, but after a few moments he was able to successfully track it. Turning around and running in a different direction, Derek followed his scent. Now that he had got it, he wasn't going to let it go.

He ran with his ears perked up, listening for any sign of Stiles, but heard nothing. Absolutely nothing. . . which wasn't normal. It was silent, the birds were no longer chirping and the squirrels had disappeared up the trees.

Derek stopped running and looked around. He crept around, hunched close to the ground as if hunting for his prey, and listened.

There! A snap of a twig. Derek whipped his head around toward the sound and saw a brilliant flash of his fur.

Stiles knew that he had been seen and took off running again, but was no match for Derek. Derek was impossibly fast.

He quickly ran after Stiles and yipped, trying to get his attention, trying to get him to stop running, but he wouldn't stop. It was then Derek realized the only way he was going to get Stiles was to stop running was by physically stopping him.

Without thinking, Derek ran even harder, until he was right behind Stiles, and lunged, bringing the both of them to the ground in a tumbling mess. Before Stiles could try to escape, Derek pinned him down and growled, but Stiles still struggled to escape.

Derek shifted into his human form, hoping that he could talk to Stiles this way and get him to calm down.

"Stiles! It's me! Stop!" Derek yelled, struggling to keep the beast down.

Stiles seem to growl deep in his throat, but then stopped moving. He tilted his head in confusion.

"It's me. You're okay." Derek said, now much more calm. There was nothing he could do though, not to get him back to his human form.

Derek moved off of Stiles and he quickly hopped up, Derek standing soon after. Stiles wasn't Stiles at the moment, it was if he had forgotten who he was, what he was, and all he wanted to do was run. But not now. Now, he was interested in this. . . wolf.

He walked closer to Derek and Derek stood his ground. Once he came close to Derek, he sniffed his naked torso, and realized that this wolf, now man, was familiar.

It was very strange, Stiles knew who this man was, he recognized him, but he didn't know exactly who he was.

He sniffed his hand, and realized that he liked this man's scent very much. He wanted this man's scent on him, to be mixed with his own.

Stiles brought his hand up underneath Derek's hand, so that Derek's hand was placed on Stiles' head.

Derek slowly started moving it, as if he was petting Stiles, and he heard a deep purr in Stiles' throat.

This felt good, and Stiles wanted their scents to be mixed, but the man was being too slow, so Stiles tackled him down to the ground, and started to rub his head on Derek.

When Derek landed on his ass, he let out a oomph, but let Stiles do his thing.

After a while, he finished, and climbed off of Derek. Derek laid there for a moment, stunned, but got up when Stiles perked up his ears and crouched low to the ground.