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Subtle Subterfuge	By : sterekismyotp Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4592 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Stiles ignored the constant buzzing of his phone while he drove. He needed someone to talk to, but he couldn’t talk to Scott or any of the others about this. How the hell could he explain to them that he was secretly in love with Derek? He just needed someone to rant to who wouldn’t judge him. He was on automatic and didn’t realize where he was going until he parked the Jeep in front of an old brick apartment building that had seen better days. It wasn’t decrepit, but it wasn’t a high end building either. He heard Brittney Spears and it brought a small smile to his face. Looks like Julia was home.
He quickly answered his father’s panicked text letting him know he was okay, and that he would see him later. He rushed to the entrance, pressing onto the fading number four to call her apartment, pain starting to radiate in his chest. Stiles tried to hold himself together, but knew the shock as finally starting to wear off.
“Yes?” A low sultry voice called out from the intercom.
“Hey, Julia, it's Stiles. Can I come in?” Stiles stuffed his hands deep into his pockets, curling slightly into himself and holding back a sniffle. A quiet mantra of please don’t break down going through his head.
He heard the buzz indicating he could come in and he opened the door before heading down the hallway. It was nicer than the outside. The carpets were plush, and he could feel more than hear the soft muted sound of his steps while he walked. The walls had a historic wallpaper and original trim. It reminded him more of a hotel with the almost quiet muffled silence; like if you were to open a door sound would come blaring out. The only thing that broke that illusion was the slight smell of cabbage wafting from the Vietnamese neighbors upstairs. He had spent plenty of time here with Julia and her friends since he had started to realize he was gay. Julia didn’t judge, and she listened to his frustrations about Derek with understanding. He in turn accepted her and her friends for who they were. He lifted his head looking toward the end of the hallway and saw Julia waiting for him.
“Stiles, sweetie, what’s wrong?” She frowned in concern, the flawless makeup on her caramel skin obviously fresh. Her wig wasn’t on yet, leaving her in a short buzz cut that was the only sign of her mundane persona, Jordan. She had a tight dress on with purple sequins on the halter top which showed ample cleavage, and a leather under bust corset and a long purple skirt riding high on her thigh with stiletto boots that went up mid-thigh. Julia was nothing if not brave. She was dressed to take on the town, if not the world.
“Sorry, I forgot its bar night.” Stiles gulped lightly and pointed towards the exit. “I’ll just go.”
“I don’t think so honey! Get your cute ass in here, and tell me what’s wrong before the girls and I wring it out of you.” That was his Julia. She definitely didn’t mince words.
He nodded and she walked past him into the elegant apartment inside. Unlike the hallway, the walls were painted cream. The apartment was wall to wall hardwood floors, original ceiling beams and molding. The addition of guilt mirrors, paintings, and plants made the apartment warm and full of personality. Stiles stopped to toe off his shoes, then made his way to the living room where the rest of the girls were sitting on Julia’s antique sofa. When their eyes fell on him they immediately parted, both patting the cushion between them inviting him to sit. He sat down without a word, his hands clenched against his knees that were shaking lightly.
Julia sat herself next to him snugly, wrapping her arm around him. “Come on honey, spill. This isn’t like you.”
“I’m a fucking idiot Julia,” Stiles choked out, tears finally coming to the surface.
“Oh honey! Is this about Derek?” Julia wrapped her arms around him tightly, allowing him to cry.
Stiles wrapped his arms around Julia, finally feeling comfortable enough to let go of the emotions welling up inside him, and felt Maria's hand soothingly rubbing his back. He sat like that crying and letting them soothe him for a moment before he felt like he had calmed enough to explain what had happened. “I already told you about the plan I had to get Scott's dad to leave his mom alone? That went down tonight, but with a huge hang-up. I didn’t realize my dad had been dating Scott’s mom. Dad lost it on Derek, and when we tried to get him to realize he wasn’t attracted to Melissa, he used me as a scapegoat, as a joke. He admitted he knew how I felt from almost the beginning, yet he used my feelings to get himself out of trouble. How am I supposed to ever face him again?”
"Oh, sugar. Are you sure he meant it that way?" Julia sighed rubbing his arm gently.
“I’m sure. Derek has never been attracted to me, and could barely stand me for the longest time. I thought we were becoming friends. Maybe I was wrong.”
The girls all wrapped him up in a warm cocoon of hugs and kisses. Rubbing his head gently and his back, murmuring gently that things would be okay. He let himself be wrapped up in the comfort, thankful he had met these girls that night they had gone to the gay bar to try to save Danny.
Julia sighed deeply. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to go on a rampage calling him a rank bastard and bashing him, because I know that’s not what you want to hear. No matter how much I’d love to stab him with my stiletto.”
Stiles laughed lightly, wiping the tears from his face and sniffling lightly.
“There’s that smile I love so much,” Julia said, tapping Stiles' chin gently. “Now you’re coming to the bar with us, no questions asked. This might not be a breakup, but we are going to treat it as such. You were there for my breakup. We’re going to get you drunk and dancing so you can forget your problems for a bit.”
“I don’t exactly have the right clothes to go to the bar.” Stiles confidence took a plummet looking down at his t-shirt and dress shirt he wore with a dress jacket on top. It wasn’t exactly gay bar apparel.
“Nonsense! Jaden, you’re Stiles' size. Do you have any club clothing you could lend our boy here?”
Jaden flicked her long hair back, eyeing him up and down, and then grinning. “I’m going to pop upstairs and grab some clothes for him to try.”
Maria, who had snuck into the kitchen, came back with a huge wine glass filled with a margarita for him. “Drink this sweetie. We are going to make you up, and make sure you have a good time.”
Stiles took the glass, staring at it quietly for a moment before downing it. Maria and Julia chuckling lightly before Julia took the empty glass from him.
“Come on, hun. Let’s get started on your hair.”
Stiles kept being fed drinks during the whole makeover. They had his hair styled to perfection, spiked in a messy look as if he had just gotten away from an extremely sexy make out session.
Jaden had arrived with an armful of clothes for him to try. That had taken another hour. He felt like a doll while they dressed and undressed him, until they finally all agreed on the black skinny jeans that fit him like a second skin with a tight black wife beater. They stood him in front of the mirror and Stiles stared in shock at what he saw.
Stiles would always be thin, but with lacrosse and the workouts he had been doing with Derek and Scott, and fighting for his life, he had become quite sculpted. His shoulders were much wider than they had been. His biceps toned and defined, and you could see the definition of his abs through the thin wife beater. He wasn’t built like Derek, but he was good looking, damn it! His lack of self-confidence had forced him to hide it behind baggy t-shirts and hoodies for too long.
“Honey, Derek is an idiot,” Julia stated, patting his bicep and grinning. Both Maria and Jaden nodded in agreement.
Stiles turned to the girls took a deep breath and then looked at them with a smile. “Ladies, let’s go clubbing!”
They hailed a cab to the club, and Stiles sat comfortably squished between Jaden and Maria while Julia conversed with the cab driver up front. Jaden and Maria’s arms were wrapped around his shoulders while they talked about last weeks bar antics.
He enjoyed the closeness, almost craved it. He saw how the pack did things like this and often felt like an outsider looking in, wishing he could join in the famous aforementioned puppy piles where they often fell asleep in a tangled mass of limbs. Derek had explained that it was second nature for their inner wolves to want to bond by touch with their pack mates. Stiles craved touch also, but never had the courage to admit it to his friends. Meeting the girls had helped ease a little bit of that sting, since they were naturally very tactile, Almost as bad as the werewolves for always having an arm around each other, ruffling hair, a playful hip bump, or late night couch snuggles while watching romantic comedies. Stiles thrived on it.
When the cab pulled up to the club, they stepped out, heading to the lineup. They easily and quickly went through. Stiles didn’t even get razzed about his age or the double check on his fake ID like he usually did. The bouncer eyed Stiles, but just gave him a nod of approval and let him in. Stiles laughed to himself. This whole dressing up thing had its perks.
When they stepped into the club, he felt the thumping bass envelop him, and Stiles body thrummed to life wanting to be on the dance floor moving to the beat.
The girls sashayed up to the bar and he followed closely. They had learned early that Stiles was unable to order alcohol at the bar, so the girls always bought him his drinks for him.
Julia passed him a cocktail of some sort. She liked to surprise him with different types of drinks. They were always very sweet, and although Stiles didn’t like admitting it, delicious.
He sipped it while looking out at the throng of gyrating bodies on the dance floor. The crowd moved almost desperately to the pulsing beat and strobe lights.
Julia bumped his shoulder with hers gently to get his attention. “That one has his eye on you, and he’s scrumptious,” she said with a grin and a wink.
Stiles scanned the crowd until his eyes fell on the man that Julia had pointed out.
His eyes connected with Stiles while his body writhed in dance, his movements primal and animalistic. He wasn’t Derek, but the man was breathtaking.
His eyes were a deep green that had Stiles so mesmerized, it took him a moment to notice the rest of the amazing package. His long mane of red hair was tied back and reached his lower back. It shimmered in the light like a living flame and the shadows did amazing things on his bare chest and abs. The man was ripped and his biceps bulged when he lifted his arms and twisted his torso while he danced. He also moved like a dream and was like sex on the dance floor. Especially with those black leather pants that were more like a second skin.
He crooked his finger at Stiles, urging him to meet him on the dance floor.
Stiles downed his drink and placed it on the bar, taking a deep breath before making up his mind. Sure, he had a little bit too much to drink, but Stiles had to move on and forget about Derek. He’d had enough of pining over people who would never love him back. First Lydia and then Derek. Stiles just wanted one night where someone would actually want him back. If he could finally get laid at the same time, that would be bonus points.
Stiles made his way through the throng of gyrating bodies, the pulse of the music enveloping him, his limbs starting to move to the beat. A shiver ran down his spine the closer he got to the man who had never let his eyes move from his.
The man's arms wrapped around Stiles when he reached him, moving him into a fast pace dance with a grin. The pulsing beat and wild movements were just what Stiles needed. His head dipped to Stiles ear his, wet hot breath making Stiles shiver “Hey little kitten, my name’s Marcus.” He nipped at Stiles ear, gently swiping it with his tongue. “What’s yours?”
Stiles bit back a moan, running his hands over Marcus' spectacular abs and chest. “Stiles.”
Marcus reciprocated by sliding his hands under Stiles' wife beater, up his spine and pulling him closer, sliding his knee between Stiles' legs into a grind.
God, he smelled good. Like fire smoke and sawdust, like the forest and something wild. Stiles panted, his eyes glazing over slightly looking up into Marcus' eyes.
Marcus' gaze turned feral and he leaned forward, ghosting his lips lightly with Stiles', teasing them gently over his moist, hot breath, but not with the tongue Stiles wanted.
Stiles bit back a whimper, letting his head fall back and his mouth open invitingly for a kiss. His senses felt completely overwhelmed with the man’s scent. His skin crawled with lust and desperation for a kiss he had no idea he had wanted before. His head was feeling foggy with arousal as if his senses were becoming dulled.
Marcus grinned, nibbling the side of Stiles mouth while he moved Stiles body in a desperate grind to the beat of the music before finally giving in and moving his mouth onto Stiles', his tongue finally sliding in to glide with Stiles, his hands sliding down to grip Stiles' ass.
Stiles convulsed at the spicy flavor of the man’s kiss as if his body had been electrified. He felt his hips desperately grinding against Marcus. Biting back a moan, panic starting to surge past the lust filled fog. This wasn’t normal lust, he’d never been this desperate and out of control. Stiles felt drugged, his body heavy.
Marcus shushed the alarmed whimper that bubbled from Stiles' lips “Relax Stiles, just let yourself feel good. Feel how good we can be together. You’re mine kitten.” His tongue slid down Stiles' throat, licking and kissing his way to the crook where his neck met his shoulder and he bit down teasingly.
Stiles' vision blurred, his senses overwhelmed; it was too much, too good, yet too wrong. He couldn’t make sense of what was happening anymore. Marcus was touching him everywhere, the lights were blinding him, were they moving? Where was Julia? He wanted to call out to the girls to help him, but his vocal cords couldn’t work other than little whimpers and moans.
When Marcus' hand slid down to cup his cock, Stiles managed to snap out of it enough to realize that somehow they were outside. How had they managed to get outside of the bar? He sucked in a panicked breath. “Stop!”
Surprise registered on Marcus' face before he grinned. “Your blood is pumping with my pheromones, and you’re still able to say no.” He chuckled sliding his hand on the side of Stiles face. “I knew you’d be the one. I chose wisely.”
Stiles sucked in a breath, his skin crawling, yet every breath he took shuddered with need. “Chosen for what?”
Marcus' eyes flashed red, his mouth opening to show his teeth slowly lengthening into canines before he answered with a growl. “To be my mate.”
Stiles let out a scream when he felt teeth sink deep into his shoulder, his body fighting viciously against the man’s grip. His whole body felt like it was on fire, He begged for him stop, for someone to help him.
Marcus suddenly jerked back, his teeth forcefully ripping out of Stiles' shoulder when he fell back
Stiles fell back in the opposite direction, pain shooting up his back when he landed on his tailbone. His eyes moved to where Julia stood, a Taser gripped in both hands.
“Let’s go before recovers!” Julia screamed
Stiles didn’t have to be told twice. He got up, grabbed Julia by the hand and ran towards the main road hoping a crowd would convince the alpha, whomever he was, to give up pursuit.
“That motherfucker bit you! What the fuck! We need to call 911, get your Dad over here, and get you to the hospital. You never know what he could have been on or what kind of diseases he could have had!” Julia rambled in a panic.
“No hospital or calling my dad, Julia. I’m fine. I’ll call someone who can help,” Stiles demanded, trying to calm Julia. The last thing they needed was his dad getting killed by an alpha, and he knew this bite was nothing the hospital could deal with. On automatic Stiles reached for his cellphone, turning it on while he ran and dialing the number he knew by heart. Derek answered within a ring.
“Where are you Stiles?” Derek sounded frantic.
Stiles could feel his body going into shock, he was having trouble taking in a breath, and his speed was slowing. He wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. His chest felt like it was slowly seizing.
Julia grabbed the phone from Stiles and took over. “I’m assuming this is Derek?” she asked. “Stiles is hurt. This crazy mother fucker at the bar managed to get him out of our sight and cornered him outside and bit him. I tased his ass, but I’m not sure it’s going to hold him long. Stiles looks like he’s going into shock, and he can’t run much longer.”
Julia listed off the streets and area where they were heading to Derek before closing the cell phone, her gaze falling on Stiles. “Don’t worry honey, Derek is on his way.”
Stiles stopped running, bending in half to gulp air into his lungs.
Julia stopped next to him with a worried look on her face. “Hurry Stiles, were almost to the main street, we need to get out of the alley.”
Stiles nodded, taking one last gulping breath before heaving himself back up forcefully,
“That’s my boy,” Julie encouraged, her voice quivering only slightly, giving away her nerves.
Stiles' heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest when they once again started to run. He felt like he was running through molasses. Everything was too slow, his muscles were protesting against him, his body needing oxygen.
A roar echoed against the buildings behind them, filled with blind rage.
An almost impossible urge to throw himself to the ground in submission went through Stiles. He almost gave in until he heard the squeal of familiar tires and saw the Black Camaro at the end of the alley.
The door opened and there was Derek leaning towards the door his eyes connected with Stiles. “Get in!”
Julia reached the Camaro before Stiles, and she threw herself onto the backseat. How she managed to run so fast in those boots was beyond him.
Stiles leaped into the front, hauling the door shut and screaming at Derek to drive.
The Camaro sped out onto the main street, breaking every speed limit known to man.
Stiles tried not to let panic envelop him. “Are we being followed? Derek can you see him?”
Derek kept driving, looking in the rear view mirror before shaking his head. “No, were not being followed.”
Julia finally caught her breath and listed off her address. “You can drop me off, you two need to talk this out between yourselves.”
“Are you sure that’s safe, Julia? What if he comes after you?” Stiles argued.
“He’s right. That guy might be dangerous, and you did tase him,” Derek agreed, frowning. He obviously wanted to ask for more details, but he was unable with Julia in the car.
“Just drop me off, I’ll be fine. It’s a secure building, and I'll lock all my windows and doors. He doesn’t know where I live anyway.”
Derek and Stiles stared at each other, their eyes communicating that it wouldn’t make any difference with a werewolf.
Derek finally sighed and conceded to her, much to Stiles' surprise.
As soon as Julia got out of the car and stepped into her apartment building, with a wave to Stiles and Derek, ordering them to work things out, Derek had his phone out dialing Scott, explaining the situation and asking him to guard Julia while Derek dealt with Stiles.
The first words out of Derek’s mouth as soon as he disconnected with Scott and putting the Camaro into drive was, “What happened?”
Stiles finally let the whole event finally hit him, and started to shiver. “The girls brought me to the bar to try to distract me from what had happened tonight. They fed me a lot of drinks and Julia pointed out that this guy kept looking at me, so I went over to dance with him and then his hands were all over me and he said something about pheromones. I swear to god it was like he drugged me and I came to when he tried to grope my junk and he told me he wanted me as his mate and then I saw his red eyes and…he bit me, Derek. Oh, god! he fucking bit me! If I don’t die, I’m going to turn, aren’t I?” he rambled, his eyes wide with shock.
He was having a panic attack. His chest was constricting and his heart was beating out of his chest. He needed out of the car. He needed to move to run.
Derek pulled the Camaro to the curb and turned toward Stiles, his hands gripping Stiles' shoulders. “Stiles? Stiles! Look at me, you need to breathe, Stiles.”
Stiles gasped. “I cant breathe. It’s a panic attack.”
Derek’s eyes widened in panic. “How to you make them stop?
Stiles blurted out without thinking. “Last time I had one Lydia kissed me. I guess holding your breath sto-”
Derek pulled Stiles forward mashing their lips together, and Stiles froze in shock
Stiles' mouth opened and closed like a fish when Derek pulled back to look at him. “Are you breathing now?”
Stiles finally snapped back to reality with a click of his teeth, his eyebrows giving Derek a run for their money in the glower department. “What the fuck man! I’m still mad at you! And sure, I just got bit by a werewolf, and this is not the time, but how could you use my feelings to let yourself off the hook like that when you knew how I felt! Aren’t we friends? I mean, sure I have this stupid unrequited thing going on, but you knew and you played with my emotions like that! I was happy being your friend!”
“Shut up, Stiles, and let me explain!” Derek burst out with a huff.
When Stiles finally shut his mouth, Derek sighed and started to explain. “Stiles, I wasn’t lying when I said that to your father. I really am attracted to you. I wasn’t playing with your emotions. I knew you were attracted to me from the beginning, but I never acted on it because you deserve better than what I can offer. People around me get hurt, Stiles, and to top that you’re human.”
Stiles stared at Derek in shock, then snorted. He couldn’t help the foot in mouth knee jerk reaction to say the stupidest thing he could. “Well the human part might be changing.”
Derek’s eyes went wide, and then he glowered. “Stiles, you might die!”
Stiles sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. “I'm sorry. It’s a knee jerk reaction. I'm not like you guys. I'm weak, and all I have is my sarcasm as a weapon.”
Derek’s hand gently squeezed Stiles' shoulder “Let’s get to the loft and we’ll talk more there, okay?”
Stiles stared at Derek for a moment before sighing deeply and nodding.
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