Derek’s been trying for months, It’s the same route every time… He’s never been quite this close before.
Stiles knows to stay on the path, he knows why it’s forbidden to stray remembering the thousand times he’d made the same promise to his Father “I swear, I’ll be careful Dad”.
Stalking… Preying silently through the forest. Wishing he could get closer tosmell, to taste.
Stiles feels it more than he hears it, the quick snap of a twig underfoot. “You’ll have to be quicker than that” he thinks hurrying forward.
Derek hisses at his own clumsiness, he could have almost sworn his prey had heard the crunch of the twig beneath his boot. He stops continuing after a small pause…
Stiles reaches the front door and turns surveying the woods around him.
Derek watches from the shadows under a cover darkness…
A glint of moonlight reflects off of the eyes of his prey and for a second they glow red.
Safe inside the house Stiles can hear the howling of his mate, he won this time reaching the house before Derek could catch him.
He sheds the jacket with a smirk… Red with a hood, Derek always did have a sick sense of humour.
The game continues...
The heat of the day lingers… Its influence shocking the Moon into a vibrant orange hue and a stupefied state, suspended barely above the treeline. For a second he entertains the idea of snuffing it out with a forefinger and thumb, ridding himself of the control it holds over him.
Instead he turns toward the house eager to continue the game…
Stiles strips as he moves through the house, each item of clothing leaving a trail in his wake. He huffs a laugh thinking of Hansel and Gretel and the bread crumbs they dropped in hopes of finding their way home. There is no going back for him…
The house is still, a soft light illuminating the second floor hallway.
Stiles lies on the bed, the hushed sound of the door closing and the groaning creak of the stairs causing him to shiver and giving rise to goose bumps. He stops as he realises the roles are reversed… He is the big bad tonight and damnit it if he won’t embody the role with the same enthusiasm he takes to everything.
Derek climbs the stairs at an almost maddeningly slow pace he can feel his pulse quickening… He didn’t quite realise how easily he would fall into the role of the inquisitive innocent. He takes a moment outside the door to steady himself…
The room is dark save for a slender stream of moonlight bathing the end of the bed, eye’s flash red and a voice beckons him to come closer…
“Come closer dear one” Stiles intones with a barely concealed growl.
Derek inches forward from the darkness and into the warm amber glow of the moonlight.
“What a deep voice you have” he murmurs eyes transfixed on the bed.
“All the better to greet you with” Stiles intones once again, smoothing his hands across the sheets, beckoning him closer…
“What big eyes you have”
Derek takes another step forward…
“All the better to observe you with”
Stiles’ up moving at an alarming speed and is on his knees and reaching out towards him in seconds…
“What big hands you have” He chokes out as those hands grasp for him holding his face and sliding down his neck and the front of his chest.
“The better to touch you with” Stiles growls with barely contained ferocity…
His lips are warm as they ghost against the side of his neck, warmer still as he feels teeth nipping.
“What a big mouth you have” He gasps hands skimming from the arch of Stiles back and to the curve of his shoulder blades.
“The better to eat you with” Stiles grins wickedly his teeth glinting in the moonlight, eyes locked with that of his helpless prey as his fingers elongate and nails become sharper...
Derek doesn’t scream he howls… Begging for more as Stiles attacks him ferociously, fucking him senselessly.