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Chapter 1
Note- Allison never dies; everything else happened.
Since his mother passed away, Stiles has spent much of his time at the McCall's. It was perfect, with Scott being his best friend and Melissa being best friends with Stiles's mom—until it wasn't.
"Hey, Stiles, buddy, grab your overnight bag. Mr. McCall will be here to pick you up. I must be at work in ten minutes," Noah yelled up the stairs.
Stiles did as he was told and ran down the stairs to stop his dad. He hated going over to Scott's when his dad was there. He wished the man would leave but felt bad since that was Scott's dad.
"Dad, why can't I just stay home? I'm almost twelve years old. I know how to lock the doors, not answer the doors, and call if anything happens."
"I'm not having this conversation right now, son. Maybe when you turn twelve, we will talk about it." He then kissed his son on the head and left.
"Bye, Dad, love you," Stiles called out.
After Noah left, Rafael pulled up and walked into the house with a big smirk.
"Well, Stiles, it's just you and me for now. Put that bag on the ground, and let's go to your room."
"Please, Mr. McCall … I don't want to." Stiles cried
"Want me to have my partner shoot your daddy again?" Rafe warned and then grabbed the young boy's arm.
Stiles still had nightmares about that night. He didn't want the older man touching him, so he threatened him that if he didn't do as he said, his dad would be shot. The next day, his dad was shot in the arm. He had to stay in the hospital overnight, but he would be fine. Since then, Stiles has done whatever the man said. That was two years ago.
Stiles was brought into his room and made to undress before lying on the bed. Rafael took out his phone and took some pictures before undressing himself. Stiles just laid there, going into his mind, thinking of the times he had with his mom and dad, not here with whatever Scott's dad was doing to him.
Once Rafe was finished, he got up and took Stiles to the bathroom to clean up. They then got dressed and went to the car.
"That was wonderful boy. I made up the guest bedroom for you. Melissa and I thought you boys were getting too big to sleep in a small bed together. So that is where you will be sleeping."
Stiles got in the passenger seat and buckled up while Rafael did the same. He was hoping that Melissa would be home tonight. Rafe brought his hand to Stiles's thigh, rubbing at the boy's clothed crouch.
"Spread them further apart," Rafael ordered
Stiles did as he was told while looking out the window. "Don't worry, Melissa has work tonight. When Scott is sleeping, I will be in your room. Make sure you are ready and prepped for me. I want tonight to last a while."
Stiles let the tears fall as he felt himself start to feel good. He couldn't wait till he turned twelve, then he wouldn't have to deal with Mr. McCall anymore.
-TW-
After the boys finished playing video games and eating pizza that night, Rafael came in with two drinks and handed them to the boys. "Drink this, and then get to bed."
"What is it, Dad?' Scott asked before drinking it.
Stiles grabbed his but didn't try to taste it. His dad taught him about taking drinks from people or food. He didn't know if it was poison or drugged.
"It's got vitamins that will help you. It's safe to drink, trust me."
That was the last thing Stiles would ever do. When Scott was finished, he looked at Stiles and frowned. "Dude, it's okay to drink it. It tasted good." Scott then began to rub his eyes.
Scott climbed into his bed and was out like a light. Stiles started to panic but was then slapped across the face. Rafael then grabbed the glass from his hand and led to the guest room. "I will be right back. You have five minutes to be ready for me on that bed."
Stiles looked around the room and tried to keep his panic attack down. He had to do what the older man said, or he would lose his dad. He started stripping and then climbed on the bed. He was still sore from earlier and hoped Rafe would finish fast. When Rafael came into the room, he had a box of things.
"Glad you decided to listen for once."
Stiles watched as Rafe took his clothes off and climbed over him. He could smell the alcohol on the man's breath. It always started with drinking. The man started sucking on Stiles's throat while his hands roamed all over the boy's body.
"Keep your hands above your head; I have something for them."
Stiles watched as Rafe brought out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Stiles's hands to the bedpost. He then brought out some bars and strapped his legs to them. Stiles was now at Rafael's mercy. He was completely vulnerable.
Rafe took pictures, lifted the bar to the headboard, and tied a rope so it wouldn't fall. With his hands now free, Rafe started playing with Stiles's dick and hole. Stiles cried out when the man pushed his dry finger into Stiles's hole.
"Shhh, it's okay baby. Let me lick it for you."
Stiles felt the tongue licking his inside and then felt the finger go back in. It wasn't hurting as much, but there was still some pain. While the finger was inside him, McCall was sucking his dick. Stiles then started to get scared when Rafe shoved a second finger inside, and he started to feel good. Before Stiles knew what was happening, he pushed into the hand and fingers.
"That's its baby boy. Come for me. You are old enough now. Tonight, I will show you. When your body loves it, it will shoot out white stuff. Just like when I shot that stuff in your throat and made you drink it."
Stiles tried to stop moving, but he wanted to come. He didn't understand what his body was doing or what Rafael was talking about, but he wanted his dad. They both heard a nose and feet walking down the stairs. Rafael got off the bed and unhooked Stiles.
"Get dressed, and don't say a word." Rafe threatened
Stiles did as Rafael told him, but the door opened before he could put his pants back on, and Scott walked in. Scott looked at his dad and then Stiles, who had tears in his eyes. "What the hell, Dad? Stiles, are you okay?" Scott went to run towards his friend when Rafael grabbed him and dragged him back upstairs.
"You are supposed to be in bed!" Rafael slurred, grabbing his son.
"Scott!" Stiles yelled, going after them.
"Let me go, Dad! You've been hurting my best friend. Wait until I tell Mom and his dad. You bastard!" Scott screamed, trying to pull his arm out of his dad's grip
When Rafe turned to face him, stiles was about to run up the stairs. "Stay down there, boy."
"Stiles, run and get help. He can't do that to you." Scott yelled
Just then, the front door opened, and Melissa walked in. "What is going on? Are you drunk again?" She snapped
"Mom!" Scott yelled, yanking his arm away from his dad. Rafael let go, and Scott fell down the stairs, hitting his head.
"SCOTT!" Stiles and Melissa yelled
"It was an accident," Rafael swore, running down to his son.
"Stiles, call 911," Melissa demanded, propping Scott's head up and looking at the cut on her son's face.
Stiles looked at Rafe and then at Melissa before running to the phone. After the police and ambulance came and took Scott to the hospital, Melissa drove Stiles with her to see how Scott was doing.
"Hunny, can you tell me what happened?"
“ …”
"Why were you guys yelling when I came in?"
“ …”
"Scott will be okay, and it's okay if you tell me anything. You won't get in trouble," Melissa promised when she saw marks on Stiles's wrists.
“ …”
"What happened to your wrist? Did someone tie you up?"
"No, mam. I did it to myself by accident."
They then pulled into the hospital parking lot and rushed inside to find out anything. An hour later, they found out that Scott would be okay, but he couldn't remember anything from that night. Stiles breathed easier, knowing that his secret was his alone now. His dad would be safe again. One good thing came out of it. Melissa told Rafael to leave and to figure his shit out, and if he ever touched one of the boys again, there would be nobody to find.
-TW-
Now, because of the supernatural and the dead bodies, Rafael returned to their lives. After saving his dad and the others, Stiles thought he could rest but was wrong.
Derek and Stiles were leaving a store and heading to Derek's car when he spotted Rafael. His heart started to beat faster. Derek grabbed his arm to stop him. "Stiles?" Derek asked
"Hey, Stiles, can I talk to you?" Rafael asked when he spotted them
Derek sized him up and didn't like him right away. He placed himself in front of Stiles.
"Leave me alone, McCall. I don't have anything to say to you." Stiles snapped, pulling Derek and walking away
"Sham, it was about your dad." Rafael threatened
Stiles stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face the man. He went to walk with him when Derek grabbed him.
"Stiles, are you sure?"
"It's okay, Derek; I'll meet you at the loft."
He then followed Rafael to his car and got in. When he saw the sign for a motel, he went to grab the handle, but it wouldn't open.
"Rafe, please?" Stiles cried, knowing what was going to happen
"Shut up, Stiles. This is long overdue, and you want your dad to be safe, right?" Rafe said, running a hand over Stiles's hair
Stiles sighed and followed the FBI agent into his room.
"Alright, strip and get on your knees. I want a blowjob today. I expect you to be here after your dad leaves tomorrow."
"I can't, sir; I will be with Derek. It's Saturday; we have a pack meeting every Saturday."
"Is that your way of telling me you have a boyfriend?" He snapped, sliding his finger over Stiles's lips
"No sir, just friends." Stiles lied, moving his face away
"I bet. I will be at your house Sunday night after your dad leaves."
"How long are you staying for?" Stiles whispered
"Not sure for now. When I leave, I might take you with me." Rafael laughed
Stiles knelt and waited for Rafael to sit on the bed. After Rafael came, he got up and told Stiles to get lost.
Stiles got out as fast as he could and ran to his house. He brushed his teeth and downed a half bottle of mouthwash before going to the loft. Once he arrived, he found Derek sitting on the couch reading a book. Stiles ran to him and snuggled to his side.
"You alright babe?" Derek asked, placing a kiss on his head
"Don't want to talk about it. Just hold me, please."
"What did Scott's dad have to say?" Derek held Stiles close, letting the boy lay his head on his chest.
"Nothing, just a lot of nothing. I don't want to talk about it."
Derek just held Stiles while the younger boy slept, but he felt trimmers run through Stiles now and then. He wanted to ask him about it but decided to wait.
-TW-
Derek was awakened in the middle of the night by Stiles's screams. He turned towards Stiles and started to shake him awake when Stiles bolted up in the bed.
"DEREK!" Stiles screamed and then examined his surroundings. He turned and looked at Derek, who was looking at him worriedly. He grabbed the older man and cried on his chest.
"It's alright, Stiles. It's just a nightmare." Derek whispered while holding him, "Did you dream of the Nogitsune again?"
Stiles buried his face into Derek's shirt and nodded. "Want to tell me what happened? It helps to talk about it."
Stiles shakes his head and tugs harder on Derek's shirt. Derek nodes and holds Stiles until the younger boy falls asleep.
-TW-
On Saturday morning, Derek made Stiles and himself breakfast. Derek noticed the bags under Stiles's eyes but didn't want to say anything yet. After cleaning the kitchen, they went to Deaton's so Stiles could look at some spell books.
"Hello, boys," Deaton said, handing Stiles three small books.
"Stiles, why don't you look at these briefly while Derek and I talk?"
Stiles nodded and went to wait for Derek in the car.
"So, how is he holding up?"
"Still having nightmares and won't talk about them. Do you have anything that will help Stiles get some sleep?"
"I will have to look into it. With Stiles coming into his powers, it's best not to mix medicine."
"Alright, thanks, Deaton." Derek then left and got in the car.
-TW-
"How are you holding up? You've been quiet today." Derek looked at Stiles and then back to the road.
"I'm okay, Der. Just thinking about some things."
"What do you want to get for the pack meet tonight? Pizza or something else?" Derek asked, changing the subject
"Pizza and wings sound good. Make sure to get Pepsi this time. No coke." Stiles smiled
"Alright, I promise not to forget. Anything interesting in the book so far?"
Stiles flipped a few pages before answering Derek's question. "Not really. It's just your everyday spells. After I finished all the books, Deaton said we can start doing spellcasting."
"How many books are there?" Derek asked curiously
"Not sure, but these are volume 4, which is books 10, 11, and 12. This volume shows me how to channel my power towards something physically."
"That sounds fun. Are you going to try doing it when the others are training?"
"Maybe,"
-TW-
Rafael was at the station going through the sheriff's case files. He had half the files finished and then the meeting with the higher-ups before he had to leave. The cases were mainly animal attacks. Since he knew about the supernatural, he knew they were werewolf attacks. Once he had finished, he placed them in a pile and carried them to the meeting.
This meeting determined whether he would stay and help or if the sheriff was enough by himself. He hoped to stay since that would give him time alone with Stiles. If he had to return, he would have to devise a plan to take the boy with him.
During the meeting, everyone reviewed the paperwork and discussed what needed to happen and what needed to change.
"Alright, we have decided, and we feel it would help if Agent McCall stayed here. We will return in six months to see if anything improves or worsens." The leader said
"Thank you very much for this," Rafael said
He packed up all the boxes and then left for the day. He couldn't wait till tomorrow night. He went to an adult store to pick up some needed things and then went to his motel room.
-TW-
They prepared everything for the pack meeting once Derek and Stiles returned to the loft. Around five, everyone was walking through the door. They grabbed a plate and put food on it before grabbing a Pepsi and sitting on the couch.
"So, anything new happening?" Scott asked, sitting next to Kira
"After we eat, we are going to do some training. Stiles will be practicing his magic." Derek announced
When everyone finished, they went out to the preserve. Scott, Isaac, Jackson, and Liam teamed up against each other. Allison and Cora were fighting each other, which left Lydia to help Stiles. Stiles tried to follow the instructions, but it was hard for him. He couldn't get Lydia to float. He then thought of moving a rock, which he had done before, but he tried to throw it this time.
"You did it!" Lydia screamed
"Yeah, but I wanted to lift you. Let's try you throwing something at me, and I will try to move it away." Stiles said
Lydia picked up a stick and threw it at Stiles, but Stiles couldn't push it away. He took a deep breath and then tried again with the same results. After an hour, Stiles was able to move four sticks away. He then decided to take a break. They watched as Allison got Cora down, and Liam almost beat Jackson.
"Alright, everyone, that is enough for today," Derek yelled, walking over to Stiles and Lydia.
"You did great, Stiles," Derek said, kissing the boy on the head.
"I guess, but I can lift you with more practice."
"Sounds fun, can't wait for that." Derek laughed
Everyone made it to the cars and drove home. Derek and Stiles went back to the loft and cleaned up everything. While lying down, Stiles couldn't stop thinking about what would happen tomorrow. He wished he could stay here forever, but that wouldn't happen.
"You okay, Stiles? Your heart is beating faster." Derek asked worriedly
"I'm fine; I'm just thinking about stuff."
Derek nodded and then snuggled up to Stiles. He started kissing his neck and running his hands down the boy's back. Stiles moaned in pleasure and moved his head away to give Derek more of his neck.
"Love you, Der." Stiles moaned when Derek grabbed his hard dick.
"Love you more, Stiles," Derek growled, stroking the dick in his hand.
Stiles jerked into the hand and screamed when he came. Derek smiled and pulled Stiles up into his arms. "Think we need to take a shower."
"I still need to get you off. It's only fair." Stiles whined
"You can in the shower."
Once they got in the shower, Derek turned the water on and smiled when Stiles got on his knees. Stiles grabbed the dick and placed his mouth around it. While he was sucking Derek off, Derek was holding his hair. Stiles licked at the head, enough for Derek to come.
"That was wonderful, babe." Derek gasped out.
After the shower, they climbed into bed. Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles's waist and pulled him closer. "What are your plans for tomorrow?" Derek asked
"I'm thinking of going to the woods and practicing more if you want to join me." Stiles smiled and snuggled more into Derek's chest
"Sounds good. Is your dad working tomorrow night?"
"Yeah, he has to be in by eight."
"Want me to come over?" Derek said kissing Stile's on the lips
"Yeah, but it's a school night."
"When is the last day of school?"
"Next week, why?" He asked, looking Derek in the eyes
"Thinking of doing something fun with you for your last day."
"Sounds wonderful. Can't wait."
Derek then turned the lamp off, and they both fell asleep.
-TW-
Stiles was running around the woods, dodging everything Derek threw at him. He was finally getting the hang of his powers. When a rock came at him, Stiles pushed it away with his spark—making it land a few feet from Derek's standing. They had been out in the preserve for half the day. It was nice just being them two and no one else.
"Alright, Stiles, I think that's enough for today. Why don't I take you out for lunch or an early dinner since it's almost three." Derek said, looking at his phone
Stiles sighed and then nodded his head. They started to make their way back to the car when Derek heard a twig snap. He held up a hand to stop Stiles from moving and pointed to his ears. Stiles looked around the woods but didn't see anything. Derek tried to sense any danger, but everything was calm.
"I want you to return to the jeep and wait for me."
"Are you sure?" Stiles asked, hating to leave Derek alone
"It will be fine," Derek said, kissing Stiles before pushing him towards the jeep.
Once Stiles reached the jeep, he unlocked it before getting on the driver's side. He locked the door and then waited for Derek to arrive. After a few minutes, Derek exited the woods and got in the jeep. "I didn't see anything, but it felt like someone was watching."
"Maybe it was just a critter or something. Not everything has to do with the supernatural." Stiles smiled, driving away from the preserve.
"I know that. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't a threat."
"My big hero, keeping me safe."
"Damn right, I will." Derek smiled
They decided on red lobster for dinner. Stiles ordered shrimp Alfredo with a Pepsi, While Derek ordered a Steak with a lobster tail and a Dr. Pepper. They briefly discussed the next pack meeting and who should fight each other. Then they discussed what video game they should play when Derek stays the night at Stiles on Wednesday.
After eating and talking, they drove to Stiles and played Halo until Derek had to leave. Stiles walked Derek out and kissed him before the older man took off. Stiles sighed, smiling while watching Derek drive away. He then closed the door and locked it before going upstairs to his room. He had just gotten on his bed when Rafael walked in with a bag in his hand.
"Hello, boy, ready to play with me now."
Stiles got off the bed and backed up against the wall, away from Rafael. The agent walked up to Stiles and ran a hand over the boy's chest. "I want you naked and on the bed. No talking or running. If you don't, then Daddy will be hurt tonight." He then kissed Stiles on the lips before opening his bag.
Stiles forgot Rafael was coming over. He wished he'd told Derek to stay the night. He tried to make it to the door. If he could get to the door, he would be able to yell for Derek. Luck wasn't in his favor, though. Rafael pulled him to the bed once his hand was on the bedroom door.
"DEREK!" Stiles screamed before a hand was over his mouth.
Stiles tried to kick, but Rafael threw him on the bed and cuffed one hand to the headboard.
"Not very smart, Stiles. That will cost you." Raf took out his phone and pushed a button.
"Our boy isn't listening, so see that the Sheriff has an accident tonight." Rafael then hung up the phone
"Please don't… If you hurt my dad, my friends will kill you." Stiles yelled
"You mean your little boyfriend. I'll have him locked up and guilty of trying to kill the sheriff." He smiled
"I'll tell everyone it was you and what you have done to me." Stiles's threatened
Rafael got into Stiles's face and smirked, "They won't believe you, has Derek fucked you yet? They would think you were covering up for him."
He ran a hand down Stiles's stomach and into the pants. "They would think that daddy walked in on you guys fucking, and then tried to arrest Derek, but he hurt or killed your dad." He grabbed the soft cock and started stroking it.
"Please don't hurt my dad. I'll do what you say." Stiles cried, trying not to moan in pleasure
"I want you to be my good little boy. I want you to be ready every time I come to see you. Think you can do that for me?" Rafe said, kissing Stiles on the lips
"I'll try," Stiles said, trying not to cry.
"Alright, then. Let me remove your clothes, and we can play for a few hours before I have to leave."
"Are you going to call your partner so he won't hurt my dad?"
"Your dad will still get hurt and will be in the hospital for some time. My partner won't kill him if you do as I say." He said while taking off the boy's pants and boxers
"Please don't do that to him, please." Stiles cried out
"I must punish you; the best way is through your dad. Now turn on your stomach and let me see that cute butt of yours."
-TW-
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