My Mind Is A Kinky Place

In The Beginning

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 03:21:02 GMT

This Font = Journal Entry

This Font= Stiles’ Story

This Font= Genim’s Story

In The Beginning

“Stiles! Are you ever not annoying?” Derek said angrily.

“Why are you being so grumpy? All I asked was if you were having a pack meeting today.”

“Along with a million other question in the last 10 minutes.”

“Well excuse me for trying to broaden my horizons. If you would just tell me things I wouldn’t have to bug you with a million questions to figure out what’s real and what’s not online.” Stiles said with a pout.

“Then go in the basement.”

“So you can lock my in your creepy cellar with the creepy spiders that eat teenage boys who have ADD and an overabundance of awesome, I think not.” Stiles said with a shake of his head.

“There are books in the basement that survived the fire. There full of information go read one and give me a few moments of silence to think.”

Stiles’ eyes narrowed. “If this is some evil trick to try and kill me I’m going to haunt your ass forever.”

“If I wanted to kill you, I’d rip your throat out, with my teeth.” Derek said seriously.

“You wouldn’t-”

“Throat. Teeth.” Derek said darkly.

“Fine! I can take a hint. I’ll be in the basement choking on dust and dying a slow, painful, Asbestos filled death.” Stiles said dramatically.

“The basement is clean and finished, you’ll live.” Stiles stopped over to the basement door. “If you need anything, scream.” Stiles opened his mouth, Derek’s eyes flashed. “For your sake, don’t need anything.” Stiles clicked his mouth shut.

Stiles grumbled as he stomped down the stairs. “Sometimes I’m tempted to ask Allison for wolfs bane.”

“I can hear you!” Derek yelled from someplace in the house. Stiles quickly fled down the basement stairs and headed over to where he knew the box of books sat. Only one box worth of books had survived the fire but Stiles supposed one box was better than no box.

He pulled the box open and stared at the thick tomes that lied inside. “When someone says books they typically mean actual books, not encyclopedias.” Stiles grumbled. He pulled the books out only to stop when a small leather journal fell to the floor. He sat the larger books down and picked up the smaller journal. He opened the over and found in big bold elegant print the name Genim. His curiosity was peaked; his name was in an old journal that belonged to the Hale’s. I would be totally epic if he came from a long line of Werewolves, he would so shove that in Derek’s face.

Then he froze. What if this meant Derek and he were related? His father did tell him he was named after someone way far back in their family tree. He gnawed on his bottom lip, at best he comes from a long line of werewolves, and at worst he’s been having sex with his cousin. He stared at the leather cover a few moment’s longer.

“Oh what the hell, it’s better to know if I’m screwing my cousin or not.” He flipped gently to the first page of the journal and began silently reading to himself.

The year was 1413, I was Eighteen Summers and my home had just been attacked…

Genim ran through his home, cloak billowing about as he desperately searched for his mother and father. He had just fallen asleep when the war bell went off yanking him from his slumber. He had dressed quickly in simple pair of breeches and tunic before pulling on a cloak and dashing out of his room. He ignored the screams of the servants and the shouts of the soldiers as he ran in the direction they were all running from. The only thing that finally stopped his mad dash was the arm grabbing him around the waist and pulling him back.

“No, there’s nothing but death that way. Come with me My Prince.”

Genim struggled. “My parents, my family-”

“Are dead. We must go, quickly.” Genim continued to struggle against his advisers’ arms as he dragged him away and out of the castle. “The Argents attacked with no warning, the treaty has failed.” He pulled out clothes and handed them to Genim instructing him to change. “We must get you out of here and to safety, they plan on killing all who oppose them.” Genim changed quickly and pulled on his cloak.

“But we have done nothing wrong!” Genim said desperately.

I hadn’t realized a simple refusal of marriage would result in the death of my family. I had asked if anything would happen if I refused and Father had told me everything would be fine. I wasn’t his real son; I was the son of his brother, but still a prince none the less. I had refused under the assumption that all would be fine and she would be married off to Jackson instead. I wouldn’t wish my cousin on anyone but I had no interest in the girl. They slaughtered my entire family because of my refusal to marry some girl I had never even laid eyes on and was just barely, a woman.

He followed desperately after the man who had helped raise him, towards what they hoped was safety. They made it to the cover of the forest and watched as his home and his people were destroyed and burned. He was so engrossed by the destruction of his home that he never noticed the approaching figure until he was flat on his back with a sword pressed to his throat.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t press this sword through your throat.”

Genim swallowed, feeling the cold steel of the blade. “Because we are all we have left, cousin.”

The blade pressed slightly harder. “This is your entire fault. If you had just listened to my Father and married that Argent whore our home, my home would still be standing.”

Jackson’s dislike of me was no secret. He had made his dislike of me known even when I was still in my mother’s womb and he was four years old. He said I was a horrible and he would hat me for making his beautiful Aunt fat. Later, when we started living together, he would take every opportunity to hit, shove, or yell at me. Things that were usually not my fault were always my fault, and when his toys became broken, it was my doing. His mother knew the truth and often comforted me while I cried, not knowing why Jackson despised me so. I’m sure he saw us on more than one occasion and it seemed to only add to his hate and anger towards me.

“Jackson, enough, there was no way of knowing that Genim declining the proposal would end with this.” The advisor reasoned.

“No one asked you Adrian.” Jackson snapped before turning his attention back to Genim on the ground. “My crown, my birth right, is burning to the ground, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“That you’re a selfish pig.” Jackson glared and Genim continued. “The man and woman who raised me after my parents’ death is dead, your mother and your father are dead and all you are worried about it your crown? Our parents are dead Jackson, and you are holding a blade to my neck over a crown! You are a selfish pig, what good is a crown going to do you against the blades and swords of the Argents?”

“I should slit your throat for talking like that to your King.”

“You aren’t my King and I would like to see you try.” The pair glared at each other only pulled away by the sudden sound of voices. Jackson pulled the sword away from his cousin’s neck and yanked him to his feet.

“Follow me.” Genim followed behind Jackson and behind him followed Adrian. The small group walked in near silence only broken by the occasional shout of soldiers that was slowly growing softer and softer until it was no longer heard and they were sure they were a safe distance away. “We’ll camp here for the night then set out for reinforcements to take back our home.”

“No one is going to help you. The Argents are well liked.” Genim said to Jackson retreating form.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to find someone who dislikes the argents as much as I do.” Jackson said simply. “I’m going to hunt; I expect a fire to be ready by my return.”

I had felt slightly smug when he had commanded me to start a fire; Jackson couldn’t start a fire if his very life depended on it. That was probably the only thing I could do better than Jackson when our father would take us on hunting trips. When I started up a fire on my first try, after Jackson’s many failed attempt, our father was so proud, he said he would make a man out of me yet. Jackson wasn’t so happy, when our father left to hunt some dinner, leaving Jackson o protect me, he pissed on the fire and shoved me on the ground. I was angry but I started another fire long before our father returned and never told him that Jackson had put out the first one.

Genim stared blankly into the burning flames as he waited for Jackson’s return. “Are you okay Genim?”

Genim smiled up halfheartedly at the man standing over him. “I would be better if you called me by my name.”

“But I am My Prince. Is your name not Genim?” Adrian said with a smile.

“It is, but you and my Father are the only ones who insist on calling me by it.”

“A form of respect, you are a prince after all.”

The small smile fell quickly from Genim’s face. “Not anymore.” He said staring into the flames.

Adrian sat next to the young man. “You will be a prince until both our dying breaths.”

“If it were up to Jackson, our last breaths would be sooner than we would like.” Genim muttered.

“Jackson is foolish. He is blinded by his anger and greed, soon the weight of what has happened will sink in and he well understand and grieve.”

“It’s pointless to grieve.”

“Why do you say that?”

“No amount of tears or screaming or pleas will bring back that which was lost.”

“How do you know?”

“Because it didn’t bring back my real mother and father.” Genim said darkly.

Jackson had long since returned with two skinned rabbits and they ate their meager meal with zeal and in silence. Once the meal was finished Genim took the bones and buried them away from the camp saying a small thanks to the animal for giving its life to sustain theirs. When he returned to camp Jackson was balling up his cloak as a makeshift pillow and preparing for bed. “There is no point in thanking those creatures, it’s not as if they can understand you, let alone hear you since they’re dead.” Jackson said flippantly.

“It’s comforting to me.”

“It’s ridiculous.” Jackson snorted, Genim glared. “Adrian has first watch, I’ll take second, and in the morning we’ll break camp and set out.”

“I can take a watch.” Genim said helpfully.

“I feel as if you’ve done enough to help us as of late.” Jackson replied.

Genim didn’t speak again until he was sure Jackson was in a deep slumber. “I hate him.”

“You shouldn’t say such things about your King.” Adrian said simply.

“He is not my King. My King is a burnt corpse inside of my only home.”

“Well then, you shouldn’t speak harshly about the only family you have left.”

“I’m sure he feels the same about me as I do him. His dislike of me has been obvious since I set foot in the castle. He treats me like the bane of his existence, and if he isn’t treating me like dirt he’s treating me like some delicate flower ready to wilt at any moment!”

“You two have spent a vast majority of your childhood, from the time you showed up at six years old, in arguments, and if you weren’t arguing he was defending you because you couldn’t look after yourself.”

“Because no one would allow me to!” He snapped. “Everyone treated me as if I were a flower, or worse, like a girl!” The dislike was obvious in his tone.

“Even you must have looked in the mirror and noticed your delicate features.”

“My features are hardly that delicate.” Genim said glaring at the man, who snorted and shook his head. “Adrian, I’m serious.”

“And so am I. You are horrible with a sword, but extremely handy with a dagger. You enjoy cooking and cleaning, you sew, enjoy the company of children, and I have often seen you seeking out the company of other boys your age.”

Genim felt a blush staining his cheeks. “It was never more than a kiss, I swear!”

Adrian chuckled. “I know, I was there, remember?”

I had thought I was being fairly sneaky. I had out smarted the guards posted in my hall and outside my bedroom door, and made it outside on a fairly regular basis. There was one boy that I would sneak out with more than any others. He had darkly tanned skin that I was extremely jealous of, my skin always burned and never darkened. He had such soft lips and silky hair, he was the first boy I ever kissed, the first person I kissed ever to be honest, but he was definitely not the last.

Genim’s eyes narrowed. “How often did you make it a habit of following me?”

“How often did you make it a habit of sneaking out of your chambers and gallivanting through the night with boys?” Genim let out an indignant sound that made laughter bubble deep from Adrian’s gut. “Sleep My Prince, you have had a very strenuous night.”

“I do not want to.” Genim pouted.

“But you will, unless you wish to give Jackson more reason to be rude.”

“I will, but under one condition.”

“What is that?”

“Call me Stiles.”

“Stiles.” Genim beamed. “Now sleep Genim.”

“Adrian!” Genim whined

“Sleep!”

I never understood why I had such a dislike for my birth name. My Aunt used to tell me that I had such a strong noble name, but I would just shake my head and demand that she call me Stiles. It never really took; she was only one of the few people to call me by it. My Uncle flat out refused stating his brother gave me my name for a reason and that I should use it. I suppose it had to do with the fact that it reminded me of my real mother and father and it had hurt, even as a child, to be reminded of something I no longer had.

A drop of water landed on the page making Stiles look up to find its source. He felt a small tickle on his chin and only then did he realize he was crying and that he suddenly felt extremely sad. He took a seat, on one of the many couches that occupied the basement, and took a deep breath to fight off the sudden swamping of emotion. When he finally got his breathing and emotions under control he slowly reopened the journal and continued reading.

We spent the next few weeks traversing about the country, fields, and small towns following Jackson wherever he felt was the proper direction…

Jackson’s self-proclaim quick journey for reinforcements dragged on for days which quickly turned into weeks. Weeks which had Genim drawing more into himself and Jackson more prone to sudden fits of anger, more often than not, directed at Genim. Adrian did his best to protect him from the brunt of Jackson’s anger but there was only so much he could do against a man with a sword. Genim had taken to sleeping as close to Adrian as possible and being alone with Jackson as little as possible fearing for more than just his life after Jackson had gotten to close once when he was bathing. Genim had stood pressed against the river’s edge trembling with fear and trying desperately to get out of his cousins grasp.

“Let me go.”

“No. You don’t flaunt yourself in front of me like a common whore and expect me not to do anything.”

“I did not flaunt myself!” Genim screeched.

“Just give me a kiss and I’ll let you go.” Jackson said sweetly. A kiss? Genim was no idiot he knew Jackson wanted more than a kiss.

“No.”

“Come now, you know you want to.” He said with a smile.

“Let me go!” Genim struggled harder when he felt the hardened flesh pressed against his thigh.

“You’ve made my cock ache and you will take responsibility and service your King.” Jackson said darkly.

Genim jerked his leg kneeing his cousin in his privates and scurrying out of his grasp. “You are not my King, you are my Cousin!” Genim grabbed his clothes and dashed into the woods, not returning to camp until hours later. When Adrian asked where he had been he mumbled a lie about getting lost in the woods.

“You should be more careful, you never know what is out there.”

“I will.”

It was two weeks later when, Genim was out gathering wood for a fire, that he literally stumbled over a wolf cub. It was a few weeks old about eight or so, and laid a shivering shaking mess. Genim sat the small pile of wood he had collected onto the ground and slowly reached out for the pup. It let out a sound of distress as he lifted it up but made no move to bite. Genim gently scratched behind its ears and cooed at the sickly creature. “Adrian!” Was yelled pleadingly as he cuddled the creature close to his body.

“Genim?”

“Over here!”

Adrian broke through the trees and froze when he saw what the young man was holding in his arms. “Genim, what are you holding?”

“A wolf pup, she was here all alone, I think her pack abandoned her.”

“If they left her then it was probably with good reason, now put her down and finish gathering wood like you’re supposed to.”

“But she needs help.” He said softly looking the wolf over.

“She could be feral.”

“She’s a wolf.” Genim said simply.

“Don’t play games; you know what I mean Genim.” Adrian said sternly.

“Can I keep her, just for a little while, if she shows any signs of being dangerous I’ll put her down myself, I swear.” Adrian let out an exasperated sigh. “Please?” Genim begged.

It was a lie and Adrian and I both knew it. If the wolf had shown any signs of being a danger to any of us I would have tried to let it loose as far away from us as possible, if Jackson didn’t get to it first. I always had a soft spot for animals, even if they were trying to kill me. I think it was a habit I picked up from my real mother. I would remember always finding her nursing some poor animal back to health in her and fathers room. I mostly remember a bird she had helped heal; it refused to leave even moths after being healed. It eventually died, eaten by a cat mother was healing, but I still remember it.

“Alright fine, but you are going to explain to Jackson how you managed to not only gather fire wood, but add an extra mouth to feed.” Genim smiled at Adrian thanking him profusely while trying to pick up the wood and hold the wolf at the same time. “Oh, give her to me.” Adrian took pity on the young man and held to wolf so he could finish gathering the wood. “Genim, I thought you would like to know that your wolf is a boy.”

“How can you tell?” Genim asked pick up the last piece of wood. Adrian opened the pup’s legs and turned towards Genim who blushed and turned away. “Right so it’s a boy.” Adrian laughed the entire way back to camp.

Jackson yelled and raved about having a ‘beast’ in his camp and having another mouth to feed. “It’s hard enough dealing with you and finding food for three now you want me to deal with some dumb animal and hunt for it as well?”

“I’ll get his food myself if it’s so much of an issue.”

“You’d don’t even know how to hunt!” He said flailing his arms.

“I can always learn.”

I could try to learn all I wanted I was a horrible shot. I could never how a bow properly or pull back far enough to give it proper distance. I hunted once with my dagger and caught a few rabbits. I was proud of myself and assumed I would be praised for my hard work. Not only was I yelled at for going into the woods alone, my Aunt made me clean my dirty clothes myself, and my Uncle had said a few rabbits were nice but hardly enough feed the castle. I had felt incredibly useless. My useless feeling only increased when Jackson walked in fallowed closely by a knight who had a deer on his shoulder. Jackson had brought it down w3ith one arrow; my meager hunt was quickly forgotten.

“If you had no interest or ability for learning it when we were children what makes you think you could learn it now? I’ll gather enough food for the beast as well, wouldn’t want you to ruin something so delicate.” He said motioning towards all of Genim.

Time passes slowly when you travel with no real destination. I had helped my wolf back to health and he ran around the camp proudly entertaining both me and Adrian. I turned nineteen during our journey and it was only acknowledge by Adrian who, somehow, managed to keep track of the days and weeks. My hair was growing and I hated it, Adrian and Jackson were both due for a shave, and I would have given my arm and leg to be able to have a hot soak in a proper bath.

Weeks turned into months and the wolf, now named Siyah (see-yah), became healthy and grew, although he was still fairly small for his age. He had grown attached to Genim and Adrian but couldn’t care less for Jackson if he tried, which was just fine by Genim. He never attacked Jackson, just the occasional growl but it was enough to have Jackson threatening to disembowel the wolf every time he saw it. Genim was tired of traveling, it had been five months since their homes destruction and they had only been to two towns during their travels. He was tired of looking at trees and dirt roads, of being left behind as his cousin scouted up ahead. On more than on occasion he had thought about just walking into a river and never walking out but he was too much of a coward to end his own life.

He brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked up at the sun and blue sky while rubbing his fingers through Siyah’s fur. Adrian and Jackson had left to scout up ahead and promised to return shortly. That was a few hours ago and Genim was starting to get nervous and worried about their wellbeing. He had tried to get up and follow on more than on occasion but Siyah would always whimper and bite into his tattered pants and pull him back down. The wolf had proven to be smarter than any other he had met often pointing out things to Genim that others would have missed and had recently started hunting for himself which Genim was thankful for. His head jerked up at Siyah’s happy yip but a frown went across his features when he saw the look on Adrian’s face.

“What is it? Are you okay?” Adrian only stared at Genim with eyes full of worry.

“I am fine, but your cousin has found a group who share a similar dislike for the Argents.”

“That’s good, isn’t it? That means we get to see something other than dirt and trees.”

“I suppose for him it is.” Adrian furrowed his brow. “Do you remember the stories I used to tell you when you were little?”

“You told me many stories when I was little.” Genim said in confusion.

“Do you remember the one I told you about the people that came from wolves?”

“Yes. You described them as barbaric people who got pleasure from the kill and the taking of unwilling partners. They had been blessed with a gift from the Gods to be close to the animals but tarnished it by becoming nothing more than savage beasts. You said the God of the moon cursed them to lose the minds on the nights she was full and destroy their homes and their loved ones, to wake when the sun was high and weep at their losses. You would terrify with stories of them prowling throughout the night lurking at the edges of the forest waiting for little boys who were curious to come out then they would snatch them up and eat them. You know, I never did find a Man Wolf on any of my late night outings.” Genim said slightly teasing.

I was sure he had told me those stories to stop me from going into the woods alone. Although I wasn’t particularly strong as a child I had a taste for adventure that usually ended with me being punished. TO be honest the stories of the Wolf Men had always drove me to wander through the woods. I always thought it would be amazing to meet someone so in tune with animals that they could become them. That may be why I alt so badly when I had to kill animals, even if it was to sustain myself.

“Genim, I’m serious.” Adrian said sternly, pausing for a moment. “The things I told you weren’t just stories.”

“Of course they were, there is no such thing as a man who can become a wolf.”

“Genim if there was ever a time that I wished you would take me seriously, now is that time. Those creatures in those stories I told you are very much real.”

Genim furrowed his brows in confusion. “Say I believe you, what does that story have to do with anything?”

Adrian sighed and stepped closer to Genim. “Your cousin and I stumbled upon a group traveling a few miles up ahead. He asked if we could travel with them to their home, and they agreed. He told them about the Argents, about how they destroyed out home and killed most if not all of our people. They said they would aide you cousin in any way they could, by allowing us to travel with them, but in order for them to allow us to travel with them we had to give them something as a sign of good faith.”

“What was given…you didn’t give them Siyah did you?” Genim pulled the wolf close scratching it behind the ears and laughing when he licked his face.

“If only it were that simple.” Adrian said sadly, Genim looked up and took in Adrian’s appearance. He looked haggard and tired; his clothes had obviously seen better days and his eyes were puffy and red as if he were crying. Adrian had no reason to cry though. They had found a group that would allow them to travel together, what was so bad that the older man was brought to tears, he-

“No.” Genim said sternly.

“Genim I’m sorry.” Adrian said brokenly.

“No! I won’t do it! I’m not some sort of bargaining ship that he could do with as he pleases.”

I wasn’t entirely sure why Jackson had thought it was a smart idea to use me as a way to earn favor with the group. If I had refused the hand of the Argents daughter what made him think I would agree to being tied down to someone in their tribe. Jackson apparently had more faith in me then he would have me believe.

“You were the only thing of value we had to offer, and as the second son this was bound to happen at our home at some point. I tried to talk Jackson into offering Siyah but their leader said they had plenty of wolves and didn’t need anymore. I tried Genim, I’m so sorry.”

“But I am not his real brother. What happens if I refuse?” There had to be another way, he refused to believe this was his fate.

“Jackson is killed.” Genim froze. He may not have great like for his cousin but he loved him all the same because he was family, the only family he had left. “Jackson knows that you don’t like him but he is banking on the fact that he is your only family to keep him alive.” Genim felt tears run down his dust covered cheeks. “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you reading?”

“AHH!!!” Stiles whirled around on the couch to find Scott leaning against the back trying to read over his shoulder. “Don’t you know how to make noise?” Stiles clutched at his chest.

“I called your name on my way down. Derek said you’ve been down here reading and for me to see if you needed anything.” Scott climbed over the couch and took a seat next to Stiles.

Stiles arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Actually he said you were too quiet, to make sure you hadn’t died or anything.” Scott said with a shrug.

“He cares about me so much.” Sarcasm dripped heavily from his words. “Don’t you have a pack meeting or something?”

“Yeah everyone is here we’re just waiting on Lydia.”

“As usual, why does she just assume that the world revolves around her?”

“Because in her, brilliantly twisted mind, it does.” Scott said with a smile.

“And to think, I had a crush on her for a vast majority of my life.” Stiles said wistfully. “She would totally stomp my confidence into the ground if we ever got together.”

“Only if Derek doesn’t stomp your body into the ground first.” Scott said with a snort.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Scott! Get your ass up here!” Derek yelled.

“Gotta go, Alpha’s calling.” Scott hopped over the couch and head back to the stairs he had just come down.

“Alpha? Since when do you call Derek Alpha? Don’t ignore me Scott! Scott!” Stiles crawled over the couch to watch his friend disappear up the stairs and smiled nervously up at Derek.

“Stay in the basement.”

Stiles frowned. “What if I have to pee?”

“There’s a bathroom in the basement.”

Stiles looked over at the door that led to the small bathroom. “That is not a bathroom, that’s a small torture chamber.” Derek glared. “What if I get thirsty?”

“You’re the one that suggested we get a mini fridge for the basement.”

“If I get bored?”

“There are books and a TV down there.”

Stiles glared. “You planned this didn’t you?” Derek smirked. “I hate you.” Derek snorted and shut the basement door. Stiles wasted a few seconds staring at the shut door before returning to his seat on the couch and picking up the journal.

Adrian led me to the camp and on the entire journey I thought if I would have just been better off marrying the Argents daughter…

Genim walked into the camp, slightly surprised by its large size and amount of activity. There were men setting up for the coming night and woman who were skinning animals, wolves roamed the camp freely and there were a few children who looked up at him in surprise before scurrying off. Genim was thrown off by the chatter of the people in a language he had never heard. “Are you sure these are the people from the stories you told me? They look so normal.”

“They were stories filled with more lies then truth, nonetheless these are those people.” Adrian led Genim to a large tent that stood in the center of the camp and had him enter first. Genim looked around the tent that was brightened by candles and small patches of light from outside. Jackson looked up as they entered and stood.

“Ah, Genim, I’ve been waiting for you.” He enveloped Genim in a hug and whispered in his ear. “If you mess this up for me I will kill you myself.” Genim froze and stared as Jackson pulled away with a false smile and motioned the two over to sit. Genim took a seat across from a girl around his age with curly red hair and hazel eyes lined with kohl. Next to her sat a man with short black hair, face covered with stubble, and he the build of a man who had seen many battles and had scars to prove it. He swallowed thickly as he looked the man over. He blushed and turned away when he realized the man was also looking at him. There was a bark outside of the tent and Siyah came dashing into the tent and straight for Genim. “Why did you bring that mutt?”

“I told him to leave. Why are you here Siyah?”

That wolf always managed to show up at the most inconvenient time. Like a child who just had to have their parent’s attention while they were in a meeting. Usually I was thankful when he came running when it was just Jackson and I alone, but as of then I had felt slightly odd with him sitting in my lap. I didn’t have the heart to kick him out after he had gone through the trouble of tracking us to the camp so I had let him stay. I hadn’t known at the time that that would put me in favor with their Alpha.

Genim held the wolf close and let him cuddle into his lap, when he looked up at the other two occupying the room and blushed. The girl with curly hair was whispering into the others ear as he stared at Genim with such intensity that he could practically feel the gaze on his skin. When the girl pulled away with a knowing smile the other, man glared.

“Is he…your wolf?” The girl said, accent heavy in her voice.

“Yes, I found him when he was still little… he’s actually still little but he was a lot smaller when I found him.” Genim said softly while petting Siyah’s fur. “It’s like he doesn’t want to grow.”

“To je jeho, on ju našiel, keď bol chorý(It is his, he found it when it was sick).”

“Spýtajte sa mu jeho meno.” The man grumbled.

“He said to ask you his name.”

“It’s Siyah.”

“Mám na mysli jeho, nie vlka.” He said with a roll of his eyes.

“He wants to learn your name.” She corrected.

“It’s Genim, but I prefer to be called Stiles.”

“Je Genim, ale má rád Stiles.”

“Budem mu hovoriť Genim, to je meno, ktoré dostal pri narodení.”

“He says he will call you Genim, since it was the name you were given at birth.” Genim tried not to seem to disappointed that he had failed, yet again, to get them to call him by the name he preferred.

“Povedz mu moje meno, rovnako ako vy (tell him my name as well as yours).”

“I am Lydia and he is Derek.”

“Um…hello.” Genim scratched his neck nervously.

“Do you know…why you are here?” Genim cast a quick glance at Jackson before turning back to Lydia and nodding. “Are you okay with it?” Genim wanted to tell them no, that they must have lost their minds, but found himself nodding instead. “My Alpha is tough outside but…soft inside. He…had rough childhood and is bitter.” Genim swallowed. “No worry. You sleep with me first, then move to his tent later.” Lydia said with a smile.

“Can I ask you a question?” Lydia nodded. “When we reach your home, am I free to leave?”

Lydia furrowed his brow. “Why would you want to leave mate?”

At the time I had millions of reasons why floating through my mind. Why would I want to stay with a man who I had never met and could snap me like a twig? I still don’t understand why I nodded my head in agreement. It could have been attributed to my fascination with the male form rather than a woman’s, or my own stupidity. Either way when she told me I would be sleeping with her I felt a sense of relief that I hadn’t expected. The same night we arrived I was washed by Lydia, an embarrassment I would have gladly never repeated, and dressed in leather, something I had, surprisingly, never worn before.

That night Genim found himself sitting between Lydia who brought the tribes own tongue to one Genim understood, and Derek who had an eternal scowl on his face. Jackson glanced at him over the fire with a gleam in his eyes, while Adrian talked to others in the group but kept glancing to check on Genim. Derek kept saying things Lydia would go to translate but would stop when she received a certain look. Genim could tell she was growing more and more frustrated as Derek spoke.

“Ak ste nechceli ho tu nemali by ste žiadali pre neho! (If you did not want him here you should not have asked for him!)”

“Spomeňte si na svoje miesto Lydiaa. Som tvoj Alfa, nezvyšujú hlas ku mne (Remember your place Lydia. I am your Alpha; do not raise your voice to me).”

“Je mi to ľúto (I’m sorry).” Lydia looked away. “Nevie, čo sa deje na najmenšie, čo môžete urobiť, je ho cítiť vítaní (He doesn't know what's going on, the least you can do is make him feel welcome).” Lydia said softly before retaking her seat.

“Are things okay?” Genim asked nervously, feeling the anger seep off the older man.

“Yes.” She said with a small smile.

“Do you think, maybe, you can teach me?”

“Teach you?”

“Your tongue, so that I can know when I am being talked about, and be able to properly defend myself.” He said giving Derek a hard look.

Lydia smiled. “Of course, I would be honored.”

They had been traveling with the group for around two weeks and everyone had settled in except for Jackson. He made ready use of the woman who offered themselves to him but made no effort to learn their tongue unlike Adrian and Genim. Adrian was soaking up the new knowledge like a sponge, only emphasizing on the fact that he was a brilliant person, Genim on the other hand was learning slowly. Genim sat nearly stiff as a board as Lydia tended to his hair (something that he was unaccustomed to since he kept his hair fairly short at the castle) and taught him words with Derek in the room muttering things occasionally under his breath.

Lydia tugged on a strand of his hair. “Vlasy.”

“Va-see.”

“Vlah-see.” She corrected

“Vla-say.”

“V-la-see.” Lydia said slowly. “Vlasy.”

“Vlasy.” Genim said perfectly. “Hair.”

“Yes. Very good.” Genim smiled.

“On je ako dieťa, vždy hľadá chvály (He is like a child, always searching for praise).”

“Nemá hľadať, dám to voľne. On si to zaslúži (He doesn't search for it, I give it freely. He deserves it).” Lydia said simply, pulling her fingers free of Genim’s hair. “On vyvíja úsilie na to, aby túto prácu. (He is making an effort to have this work).”

“Je tu len na to, aby jeho bratranec žiadať muža, aby sa pripojil k jeho armádu proti Argents (He is only here in order for his cousin to ask for men to join his army against the Argents).”

“On je tu preto, že jeho bratranec požiadal ju o neho. On nemá v úmysle zostať, ktorý by ste vedieť, či ste sa neobťažoval skúsiť a naučiť sa jazyk je skôr než byť tvrdohlavý a nútiť ho naučiť my (He is here because his cousin asked it of him. He has no intention of staying, which you would know if you bothered to try and learn is tongue rather than being stubborn and forcing him to learn ours). Lydia finished the last braid and pulled them to meet in the center of his head while the rest of his hair gun loose. She tapped him gently on the shoulder and motioned for Stiles to go look.

Genim walked over to a bowl of water and gazed at his reflection. His hair, which now just brushed his shoulders, held a few braids that were pulled and secured to the back of his head and he had jewels artfully placed throughout the loose strands. He scowled. “I look like a woman.”

“You look like a nevesta.” Lydia corrected.

“A what?”

“A bride.”

Genim whirled around and glared at Lydia. “I am no one’s bride, I am a man.” He glared at Derek. “I am also most certainly not his bride.”

“On zrejme tiež hodí padne ako dieťa. (He apparently also throws fits like a child).” Derek said smartly.

Genim whirled around to face Derek. “No one asked you for your opinion. No one asked for you to even be here. I am a prince I don’t need this from you.” He took an angry step towards the larger man. “I am making an effort to make my time with you bearable but you have done nothing but act like…like... an ass since we’ve met! If you don’t want me here then say so, I would be more than happy to get out of your hair and on with my life!” It wasn’t until the last words passed Lydia’s lip that he realized she was even talking. The dark scowl on Derek’s face made Genim take a hesitant step away, his anger instantly fading.

Derek rose from his seat and quickly advanced on the boy. Genim hadn’t even noticed he was backing up until he tripped and fell back onto the many piles of fur and hay that made up Derek’s bed. “On je so mnou spať odteraz (He is to sleep with me from now on).” Stiles stared up with sacred brown eyes, into eyes that were now red; he could have sworn were green only moments before.

“Alfa Nemyslím si, že- (Alpha I don't think-).”

“Potom nie. On je spať vo svojej posteli na zvyšok našej cesty. Ak si chce byť môj kamarát potom musí zvyknúť na môj dotyk (Then don't. He is to sleep in my bed for the remainder of our journey. If he is to be my mate then he needs to become used to my touch).”

Lydia hesitantly bowed her head before walking over to the bed and pulling Genim along after her out of the tent. It wasn’t until they reached her own that Stiles finally gather himself together enough to speak. “What did he say?”

“You are no longer to sleep with me; you are to go to his bed tonight.” Genim froze in the middle of her tent.

“I need to speak with Adrian.”

The moment Adrian had informed me of my fate we started to plan a way for me to escape. Lydia hard heard of our plans and only shrugged her shoulders saying if I could manage to find a way out that she would not stop me. I only asked if she wouldn’t tell Derek she made no promises but did say she wouldn’t tell unless she was asked. Adrian and I were bidding our time and slowly building up our resources so we would last more than a few days on our own. Being told I would now have to share a bed with Derek, their Alpha, was a blow to my plans.

“Adrian he wants me to go to his bed, tonight. You told me that I wouldn’t have to share a bed with him until we reached his home land but by then you and I would be long gone. How do I expect to escape if I’m forced to sleep with some barbarian every night?” Genim bellowed.

“Maybe he caught wind of your plan and wants you to remain.” Adrian simply shrugged, as if this wasn’t distressing to him at all. “I told you when we started this, that things would either take longer than we expected or flat out fail. You knew from the beginning that you might have had to go through with your responsibilities.

Genim’s cheeks reddened. “I refuse to spread my legs like some whore just because my cousin demands it.”

“Dear cousin that’s exactly what you’re going to do.” Genim jumped at the unexpected voice. “If he wants to fuck you in front of the entire camp you will let him do so.” Jackson advanced on the younger boy grabbing him by the hair. “So help me if you do anything to ruin this, you’re going to wish I had killed you.”

“Jackson, enough!” Adrian grabbed Jackson by the shoulder and squeezed in warning. “Release him.” Jackson released the boy with a harsh shove and smirked as he fell to the ground.

“Just think Genim, you could have had yourself a real man.” He grabbed himself lewdly. “Have fun with your barbarian.” Genim watched Jackson’s departure before tugging at the jewels and braids that were in his hair, ignoring Jackson’s fleeting comment. It wasn’t until Adrian had wiped away a hot tear that he had realized he was even crying.

“I’m so sorry My Prince.”

“I am no longer your prince.” He said angrily pulling the braids free. “I’m some savage’s whore.”

Adrian didn’t bother correcting me he just helped me work the braids and tangle out of my hair. He tried to comfort me before I was sent to, what I felt, was my end. His words washed over me and I felt nothing. I had felt that my family’s death was for no reason; I was being forced into a loveless relationship anyway. At least if I had agreed to the Argents proposal my family would have still been alive.

Stiles gently closed the journal and sat it next to him on the couch, brows dipped in confusion. As he read the journal it was like he could hear and see the things as they happened, as if he were there when it happened. He could hear them talking, taste the food, smell the trees, and see their faces. What started off as simple fascination with having his name in one of Derek’s books was quickly turning into worry as the familiarities between those mentioned in the journal, and those in his own life, began to increase.

Stiles was happy to say that he had only lost one parent instead of both, but the fact that both he, and Genim, preferred to be called by the same name made his stomach churn in a unpleasant way. Both Lydia in the journal and Lydia and real life had red hair, but their personalities differed. Lydia enjoyed pushing Derek’s buttons but she would never flat out talk aback or question him unlike journal Lydia. Both the journal Jackson and real Jackson are asses, although real Jackson has become less so after finding out he was an Omega and not a Beta. Omegas are generally the less violent of the pack, and usually lied back almost to the point of being a push over, but also the most dangerous after the Alpha. They were fiercely protective of their pack and would do so by any means necessary. Often resulting in Jackson being left to protect Stiles, which sucked, because, as previously stated, duded is a complete ass.

Stiles felt his stomach rumble and looked over at the mini fridge. “I could go for a sandwich.” He hopped from the couch and over to the fridge yanking it open only to stare in horror when he saw there was only drinks inside. “What the hell Derek, you said there was food in here.” Stiles angrily slammed the mini fridge shut and stomped up the stairs, yanking the basement door open. “Derek Christian Hale! Why would you leave me in a basement with no fo-why are there werewolves I don’t know sitting in the kitchen?” Stiles stared at the unfamiliar wolves who stared back with equal curiosity.

“I told you to stay in the basement.”

Stiles whirled around to find Derek staring darkly. “There’s no food in the mini fridge.” Derek walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a sandwich, two apples, and a few cheese sticks. He sat them on the counter and reached in the cabinet for a plate and a bag of chips. He piled all the items onto the plate, grabbed Stiles by the back of his shirt and led him back down the basement stairs. “You know, I’m starting to feel a little bit like a prisoner.” Stiles tripped over the last stair but was saved from his fall by Derek’s tight grip.

Derek shoved him onto the couch and placed the plate of food onto his lap. “Look, food. Now stay in the basement.”

“You know, I’m kind of feeling like the unwanted short, redhead, ugly, step child. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a red head because Lydia is one and she totally rocks it. Or short because I used to be short and I could hide in all these small places. Being ugly is cool too, not that anyone is really ugly when you have inner beauty and all that stuff. And being a step child isn’t so bad; it means your parents found love after having a horrible experience in the love department.”

Derek stared blankly. “What?”

“Look I don’t know what it means either but it sounded pretty applicable at the time. I mean come on your trapping me in the basement with food like I’m your pet. I’m having a The Hills Have Eyes moment being stuck down here. Of course in the movie they didn’t have a TV or food but that isn’t the point. The point is I’m feeling a little unloved by my banishment to the basement and-” Oh. Look at that they’re kissing. Well more like Derek’s devouring his mouth but Stiles seems to be giving as good as he got.

A small moan passed his lips as he put a hand in Derek’s hair and pulled him closer. He let out a sound of disappointment when Derek pulled away. “If you stay down here until I come and get you, the next time we kiss I promise to take off clothes.”

“Missing clothes, that sounds very good.” Stiles said wistfully.

“So you’re going to stay in the basement.” Derek asked…stated.

“Did you forget how to use question marks? I never said I would stay down here.”

“Stiles.” Derek’s eyes flashed.

Stiles put his hands up in mock surrender. “Fine I’ll stay in the basement.”

Derek was half way up the stairs. “I love you!” A slamming door was his only response. He let out a huff and bit into one of the apples. “I don’t know why I put up with him.” He snatched up the journal and flipped to where he left off.

Lydia dressed me in a too large tunic that fit more like a dress than a shirt. It had slits on the side that showed off my thighs and stopped a good distance above my knees. I didn’t understand why I had to walk clear across the camp in it to reach Derek’s tent. The jeers from the men and the giggles of the woman made my face heat to the point where I thought I was going to faint. To make matters worse it was white and it was thin, do I really need to say more? I entered…

Genim slowly walked into the tent and saw Derek already lying in bed with only a large fur resting low on his waist as a way to keep his modesty intact. Although from his time with the tribe he gathered modesty wasn’t really one of their strong suits. He allowed the flap to close behind him and slowly approached the bed when Derek stuck his hand out in invitation. Once he was beside the bed Derek tugged him down by his hand and quickly tore off the too large tunic that kept the boy’s body, poorly, hidden from view. Genim clenched his eyes shut and tensed expecting something more. A harsh touch or a mean tongue, he cracked one eye open in surprise when Derek remained where he was, hovering over his nude body. Derek openly stared at the body laid out before him and was mesmerized by what he saw.

Derek ran his fingers over Genim’ lips making the younger man’s breath hitch. “Tvoje pery sú tak mäkké (Your lips are so soft).” A giant calloused hand down his chest. “Vaša koža je tak hladká (Your skin is so smooth).” His fingers trailed over the many freckles that covered his body. “Zahrnuté v bozkov od bohov slnka (covered in kisses from the Gods of the sun).” He smoothed his hand back up along the soft flesh, over a pliant neck, to cup his hairless jaw. “Ste sotva človek, a predsa ste sa ku mne sľúbil na žiadosť svojej rodiny. Ja neviem, či by som mal dojem na vaše oddanosť, alebo odvrátil sa od vášho inteligencia (You are barely a man, yet you've promised yourself to me at the request of your family. I don't know if I should be impressed at your devotion, or turned away by your idiocy).”

Genim stared up at the man in obvious confusion. He knew a few words that were said but they were spoken so fast that he wasn’t sure that he hadn’t misheard. “I don’t know what you’re saying.” He said softly to the hovering man.

Derek sighed and rolled onto his side and pulled Genim close. Genim felt his face heat when Derek’s naked flesh met his own. “Ísť spat’.” Derek said softly.

“What?”

“Spat’.” Derek ran his fingers gently over Genim eyes.

“Sleep?”

“Slll-eeeep.” Derek said slowly.

“Spat’.” Genim said back confidently.

I slept surprisingly well that night. I can honestly say that was probably one of the best nights of sleep I’ve had in my entire existence. I didn’t have to worry about the next day’s studies, or where my nest meal was coming, whether or not I would live to see morning. With Derek’s arms wrapped around me it had felt as if all my worries in life had disappeared.

Stiles could feel a smile tugging at his mouth. The way he and Genim felt were exactly the same. The way Derek treated both of them was pretty much the same. The way he felt as if he could let his guard down and let Derek handle everything…he had always thought he was weird putting that much faith into one person. Apparently he wasn’t the only one.

There were only a few children that traveled with the group about seven or so all around seven years of age or so. They had taken a strong liking to bot Aiden and I which I was thankful for. I was tired of having Derek and Lydia as my only source of communication with people of the tribe. The children found all sorts of ways for us to play together, typically winning and getting a laugh out of me and Adrian but I didn’t mind. If you can’t laugh at yourself you are a very sad person.

Genim and Adrian stood with a small group of children and tried to figure out the game they had been coaxed into playing. If the children’s laugher was anything to go by they were losing horribly. “This game is hardly fair.” Genim said with a huge smile as he followed the children’s movements. “Dávam (I give).” Genim said with a huff as he flopped to the ground. The children gave each other quick glances before running and piling on top of Genim. He laughed and fell onto his back allowing the children to run their hands over his skin in blatant curiosity. Nearly everyone in their tribe had black hair or dark brown with bright eyes so his light brown hair, along with his matching brown eyes, was seen as a slight oddity. His birth marks and freckles seamed to intrigue them the most. They always ran their fingers over them, saying words so quickly that he just let them wash over him. He wasn’t entirely sure how Lydia fit in with her red hair, but he wasn’t about to ask.

“To je dosť. Dnes večer je noc v splne, ísť a povedať svojim blízkym zbohom (That is enough. Tonight is the night of the full moon, go and tell your loved ones goodbye).” Lydia pulled Genim to his feet and dusted off the light layer of dirt that covered his clothes. “Nachádzate sa bude alfa družka, nemali by ste váľa v blate s deťmi, to nie je správne (You are going to be the alpha's mate, you shouldn't roll around in the dirt with the children, it is not proper).”

Genim laughed. “I have no idea what it is you’re saying but going by your face it can’t be very good.”

Adrian chuckled. “Then I suppose I should tell you, you have been scolded as if you were a child.”

He gave Lydia an affronted look. “I am no child, and if you’re going to treat me like one do it in a way that I can understand.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. “Stop acting like a child, I’ll stop treating you like a child.” She gently tugged Genim’s hand. “Come, it is night of full moon, we must prepare.”

“Prepare? Prepare for what?” Lydia led Genim to her tent where she sat him on the bed to wait. She disappeared for a moment only to return with a pile of folded furs. He was slightly surprised. He hadn’t seen fur used as a piece of clothing other than on the one infant that was with the group and on a few pairs of feet. “You must wear these tonight.”

Genim took the clothes and unfolded them. “These are a woman’s clothing.” He tossed the clothes away. “I refuse to wear them!”

Honestly they weren’t obviously woman’s clothing but I had seen other outfits that look familiar the one she handed me but only bade of leather. It was made of wolfs skin, something that made my stomach churn slightly because it was the same color as Siyah’s fur. I knew that he was safe, playing with the other wolves that traveled with the group, but it didn’t stop me from feeling guilty. Its head was sown together to be a hood while its body was stitched together to allow my arms to go through two holes and it covered the top half of my body. The bottom was little more than a fur skirt. The tail of the wolf was sown on in a way that once it was wrapped securely around my waist it made me look as if I had a tail. My stomach would be bare for all to see which only proved that this was a woman’s outfit.

Woman of the tribe weren’t allowed to show anything other than their stomach and legs to show more, meant that you were a whore or were extremely desperate and were typically looked down on. An odd custom considering that woman were allowed to have sex freely, but none the less it was there. Although married woman were only allowed to show their stomachs, as a sing of having a husband and to show of her soon to be rounded stomach. I had no desire to lump myself in the category of women but there was little I could do.

“But you must. I will wear them as well as a few other men who are being hunted.” Lydia turned around and began to undress and Genim felt his face heat. That was one thing he had yet to get used to, the openness of their bodies. He had been raised that no other is to see his body in a state of undress except for his wife and occasionally a servant who may be helping him dress. Lydia pulled on the furs and turned around to see Genim still dressed in his tunic and breeches. “Quickly.” She urged.

When he made no move to dress himself Lydia decided it to do it for him ignoring his yells for her to stop. Once he was dressed she smiled and crouched down to be eye level with the boy who pouted atop of the bed of furs. “You are acting like child again.”

“Nie som dieťa (I am not a child).” Was said sharply.

“You are right.” Lydia ran a hand through Genim’s hair. “Do you know what is going to happen tonight?” He blushed. He knew what was going to happen he had been told about it since the night he arrived. The full moons weren’t nights where the men lost their minds it was the night of the Mate Hunt, a night full of chasing and sex. When he finally resigned himself to the knowledge that he was stuck here he had also accepted the eventuality that he would be…mated to their leader, their Alpha.

“Yes.”

“Then you know what must be done.” Lydia cupped his cheeks. “Do not fear; our Alpha is a great lover.”

Genim blushed even harder. “How would you know?”

“I was a whore when I was brought here. I was sold to brothel when I was thirteen but never touched a man until my sixteenth. Alpha found me when I was running from a man who wanted me dead. He saved me and I thanked him the only way I knew how.” Lydia gave Genim an encouraging smile. “When he catches you do not fight, let it happen, he is more beast than man. I will stay with you as long as I can.” Lydia kissed his forehead and pulled him off the bed. “You have been with us for many weeks; it is time you took your rightful place.”

Even though Derek and I were on friendlier terms I was still afraid of him and wasn’t completely on board with being mated to him. I had accepted that this was my fate but that did not mean I had to like it. Lydia tried to make me feel better but telling me she was a whore and had sex with the Alpha did very little to calm my nerves. At best it made me worry only a little less with the knowledge that he wouldn’t hurt me, at least not intentionally. I had watched a mate hunt once before the one I was to be part of. I didn’t know what was happening but Lydia kept smiling every time Derek looked my way while he spoke. I felt a bit self-conscious but I didn’t’ say anything. When the group disappeared I asked Lydia if they were coming back and she said most of them would, if not all. My stomach did a painful flip.

Genim stood in a line beside Lydia and another male, he was only vaguely familiar with, stood on the other side, and the other few people in their small group were woman. He shifted uncomfortably when he glanced at Derek who stood slightly behind a line of men placed directly across from them. It made him think of the time when he went to the slave house with his Uncle when he was still very young. The slaves stood in two neat rows with enough room for him and his uncle to travel between them and look them over. He was brought there to find a companion, someone he could play with as he grew other than Jackson, and he found one, a boy named Daniel. He and Daniel played together for many years, the boy had even been his first kiss, but not very long after it became a common occurrence he was sent away. Adrian had told him it was because he was caught stealing something but Genim knew it was a lie, Jackson had caught them kissing and had run and told his Father. He never saw Daniel again and often wondered about his friend.

Daniel is possibly the reason I was attracted to men. I was intrigued by his dark skin and hair. He was obviously not from our country and the way his accent made his words flow made it all the more obvious. The night we first kissed I was twelve and he was thirteen. We had snuck out of the castle and into the woods we weren’t in very far just enough to not be immediately seen. We were talking and play as usual but then he leaned over and kissed me. At first I was scared but when I saw how scared he was too I didn’t run like I had intended to. Instead we sent the entire night sharing soft kisses. We never said words of love because although we cared incredibly deeply for each other it was never love.

Our nightly trysts went on for many months and I couldn’t have asked for anything more. Everything was great until Jackson found us. Daniel had me pressed gently against a tree and his lips smothered mine and he was slowly rocking against me. Jackson made a shocked noise that pulled us apart. I begged him not to tell, that I would do anything he wanted if he didn’t tell He said he wouldn’t and I believed him. A few weeks later Daniel was sent back to the slave market and I don’t think I had ever cried that hard in my entire life. I didn’t care who saw, my bestfriend had been sent off to what surely was his death although I hoped for more.

Stiles felt bad for Genim. Although Scott did ignore him a vast majority of the time to be with Allison he didn’t think he would be able to function if he actually moved away. They had been connected at the hip since they were in diapers. Well not really but they had been friends for as long as either boy could remember. It was odd how he, Genim, was friends with Daniel yet he could hardly get Danny to talk to him even when he begged. Maybe somewhere deep down Danny was mad because he got him sent away.

Stiles furrowed his brows. He didn’t get anyone sent away; Jackson did when he caught Genim and Daniel together. That didn’t make any sense either. Why was he thinking as if this were him? It was bad enough that he was seeing things as flashes of memory rather than his imagination filling in the blanks. He was drawing the line at self-insertion.

I wasn’t able to dwell on my thoughts of Daniel for very long because Derek began to speak about what was to happen that night…

“Dnes večer je noc, kedy sme si všetci prídu predvídať. Noc, kde nájdeme tie, ktoré chcú stráviť zvyšok svojho života sa. Pre niektorých z vás je to vaše prvé beh, a pre ostatných je to jeden z mnohých (Tonight is a night we have all come to anticipate. A night where we find the ones we wish to spend the rest of our lives with. For some of you this is your first run, and for others it is one of many).” Genim listened intently as Lydia whispered the words into his ear. “Prvýkrát v mnohých mesiaci, ja idem na love pre svoju pravú partnera (For the first time in many moons, I am going on the hunt for my true mate).” The crowd cheered and Genim felt a wave of unease as many eyes landed on him as Derek approached.

He forced himself to remain still when giant hands cupped his cheeks. He grabbed onto the connected wrists out of reflex but didn’t pull the hands away like he wanted to. Derek pressed their foreheads together and whispered words so softly that Genim wished he could hear so he could understand. When Derek pulled away and continued his talk he turned to Lydia. “What did he say?”

“He asked for the Gods to give you safe journey and for you to be the one.”

Genim looked over at the pacing man. “What happens if I am not the one?”

“You die.” Lydia said sadly and softly. Genim looked back over at Derek and swallowed, death being the only other option was starting to wear on his nerves. He and Derek spent most days arguing how could they possibly be meant for each other? Although the arguments were starting to spread out they still happened often enough to be a source of concern for him. He opened his mouth to voice his concerns but got distracted when a little boy broke away from the watching crowd and ran straight towards Derek. A few people tried to stop him but he pulled out of their grasp and smacked right into Derek wrapping his arms securely around his waist with his face buried in his stomach.

“Who is that?”

“The Alpha’s son.”

Genim’ eyes widened. “He has a child?”

“Yes. He was born from woman who begged him for a child, her mate died before they could have one together; he pitied her and gave her one. She died a few days after his birth.”

“Why didn’t I know?”

“He lives with Alpha’s sister, but is often found looking for his father. I assumed you knew since you played together.” Genim watched the tender moment between father and son with rapt attention, so many questions swirling through his head. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a sudden shout and the few people in his row turned and ran quickly into the forest. Lydia grabbed his arm and yanked him behind her into its depths.

The sun had long since set and only the moon and the stars resided in the sky. Genim had gotten separated from Lydia not to long after night fell but he continued on in hopes of either finding Lydia or returning to their settlement. The sound of a growl and a snapping branch caught his attention and he froze. “Lydia?” His only response was a louder growl coming from behind him. He took off in a mad dash in hopes of getting away from whatever was giving chase. His feet splashed across a shallow river soaking the fur on his feet. He was only a few meters from the river when he was tackled to the ground by the growling creature.

He felt the fur the covered the top half of his body become shredded before he was able to get his feet under him and be able to run. He was only a few steps away when the creature ran in front of him cutting off his path. Genim stared with wide eyes at the large overgrown wolf that was slowly advancing. He absently noticed the pieces on his shredded clothing caught in its jaws and paws. He felt himself strip and falling just as the creature lunged forward. He prepared for his body to be torn to shred by the giant wolf, to have his life ended by a larger version of the very creature he had spent the last few weeks living in close quarters with.

He let out a surprised yelp when he felt a cold wet nose nuzzling the side of his face and nudging his head so it could bury itself in his neck. He shivered when a large hot tongue swiped from his neck to his ear. “If you’re going to kill me you can do so without tasting first.” Genim squeaked out. He felt the animal press closer, its heat seeping into his own body, there was a brief moment of panic where he thought the wolf was going to press all the air from his body but it turned into shock when the wolf was no longer hovering over his body, but Derek.

When he felt the hand that had worked its way under his wrap he tried to push it away, he wasn’t ready. An angry growl and harsh smack to his hand had him freezing. “When he catches you do not fight, let it happen, he is more beast than man.” Lydia’s earlier words played through his head. He forced himself to relax and allow it to happen. “Do not fear; our Alpha is a great lover.” Lydia had never lied to him before; she was honest almost to a fault. Genim allowed the hands to wander where they pleased and hoped that Lydia was right.

Although Derek was rough, he was a fair bit gentler than I expected. It was still incredibly painful but it wasn’t too much for me to handle. He didn’t bother to remove the bottom half of my clothing but he did push it up out of the way. On the bright side we had been in a beautiful clearing and I had things to gaze at to distract me from the pain.

There was a hand around his throat holding him in place along with a hand around his hip forcing him to remain on his knees. His body jerked with the force of Derek’s thrusts and he gazed blankly at the river flowing nearby. Derek was gentle, as gentle as one could be while having sex with a man, but it still hurt. There were moments of fleeting pleasure but they were so few and far between that it was pointless. Genim winced at Derek’s tightened grip and cringed when he felt the warm seed coating his insides. Derek gently pulled out but Genim still winced, his hole had torn with only spit was a way to ease his entrance. Derek ran a thumb gently over the tender hole, quickly pulling away at Genim’s flinch.

Genim slowly lowered himself to the ground and curled onto his side, ignoring Derek as he curled close and draped an arm over his waist. He wanted to push the man away but he was cold and Derek was always warm. He didn’t cry like he thought he might have but he was angry. Lydia had told him that this would be pleasurable, that Derek was a good lover. It seems his friend had finally told him his first lie. Genim closed his eyes with no prompting from Derek and fell into a dreamless sleep.

That night I dreamt of running through the woods while being surrounded by large wolves. I wasn’t running from them I was running with them, and we were all angry. There was blood on their fur and there was blood on me. I had no idea if we were running towards or away from something but I could feel the anger that radiated through us, through the pack. I woke of briefly and found myself still trapped in Derek’s arms only now my face was buried in his chest. For one brief moment I thought of running, of escaping to freedom and away from all this. I shifted only barely and Derek’s arms moved with me, not to hold me in place but to help make me more comfortable. I was still angry and hated this whole ordeal but I couldn’t bring myself to leave him. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep, this time, dreaming about playing in the woods with small cubs with Derek watching us over.

He woke the next morning to the feel of Derek rubbing his thickened flesh between his bottom cheeks. With a gentle nudge from the older man he got onto all fours and allowed him to do as he pleased. When Derek had spilt his seed inside of him for the second time Derek pulled out and gently kissed Genim’s neck. “Pôjdem si niečo k jedlu. Vykúpať sa v rieke, kým ja som preč (I will go find something to eat. Bathe in the river while I am gone).” When the boy remained still Derek placed a gentle kiss onto his forehead and rose to find something for them to eat. Genim watched as he changed from the man who had taken him in the night as well as morning, into the beast that had scared him.

Genim forced himself onto his feet, pulled off his only remaining piece of clothing, trudged over to the river. He stared at the cold running water a few moments before walking until he found a deep enough spot to clean himself in. He pressed a tentative finger to his abused opening to try and clean the puffy area but it hurt. He pulled his cheeks apart and allowed the flowing water to sooth the ache and to clean what it could. He stood in the water for a while before deciding he was clean enough and slowly redressing.

When he returned to the place that had become their unofficial camp, Derek was already there cleaning a small dear. He gathered some wood and started the fire before grabbing the deer skin and cleaning it in the river. The pair ate their meal in silence and Genim watched as Derek placed the uncooked meat back into the skin he just cleaned (which irritated him) and folded the fur over the meat. Genim dug a hole, with some help from Derek, and buried the bones of the deer, saying brief small thanks as he recovered the hole with dirt. They put out the fire and Derek held a hand out for Genim to take. “Domov?” Genim nodded and took the hand; he was ready to go home.

Derek never asked me why I buried the animals and said thanks. To be honest if he asked I wouldn’t know what to say. It was a habit I picked up at some point and refused to stop. If the small, and sometimes large, creatures had to give their lives for us to keep ours, the very least we could do is say thanks. I was still angry at Lydia after we returned to the pack…

Genim refused to talk to Lydia for three days after the mate hunt but finally caved when he grew tired of not knowing what all Derek was saying and the angry way he spoke when Derek realized Genim didn’t understand. Adrian had shown a recent interest in Derek’s sister, something to Wolf Man was not happy about. He glared and threatened Adrian whenever he had the chance which often ended with his sister yelling at him for threatening her potential mate, and his son yelling at his aunt for yelling at his father. It was all amusing to Genim if he was honest with himself. Adrian was obviously interested in Laura but he was even more so terrified of Derek.

“You really must learn to control than Wolf Man of yours.” Adrian said while returning to his seat beside Genim who was currently playing a game with Derek’s son.

“He is not my Wolf Man. He is his own being.” Genim chuckled. “And if you would leave his sister alone you wouldn’t have to fear for your life every time you see him.”

Adrian smiled wistfully. “But she is so beautiful; I can hardly keep myself contained.”

“Well I suggest you learn before Derek teaches you.” Genim turned his attention back to the game but when he realized he had no idea what he was doing he let out a sigh. “This is hopeless. I have no clue what it is you’re showing me.”

The boy looked up at Genim and smiled before looking over his shoulder. “Otec (Father)!”

Genim looked over his shoulder and saw Derek standing with a dark look on his face. “Ísť a hrať sa s ostatnými (Go and play with the others).” The boy, whose name he has yet to learn, nodded towards his father before running to do as he was told.

“I suppose I should be going.” Adrian said quickly before to rising and disappearing.

“Coward!” Genim called after the retreating man.

Derek held out his hand. “Come.” That was the one word the Alpha had mastered and used very often. Genim took his hand and followed after the larger man. When they entered their tent and walked over to the bed Genim frowned in confusion. When he felt lips pressed against his own Derek’s intentions were made clear. Aside from the morning after he was first taken, they had never lain together while the sun was still up. Genim felt his face flush when a small whimper escaped his throat. He pulled away from the kiss and stared into Derek’s icy blue eyes, eyes he had come to associate with sex.

“People will hear.” Genim said softly trying to deter Derek. Derek furrowed his brows in confusion before diving in for another kiss. Derek pushed him to land on the furs and Genim crawled backwards near the top. Derek kissed him again while working off the simple fur waist wrap he had taken to wearing, ignoring the cloth that covered his chest. He gasped when the hot hand made contact with his hardening flesh. He always found the acts before he was taken more pleasurable then the act itself. Derek’s lips trailed from his lips to his neck where he worried the flesh that was still marked from the last time he was taken not even two nights ago. The flesh was raw and Genim was surprised it didn’t bleed with the way Derek always worshiped the area with attention.

Derek stroked and caressed him until he spilt between their bodies and he shiver at the sensations the coursed through his body to his very soul. When he felt the fingers pressing at his lips he realized his pleasure was over and it was Derek’s turn. He coated the fingers with as much spit as he could gather and still winced when the first finger breeched him. Derek stretched him quickly and harshly before rolling him over onto all four and taking him how he wanted.

Derek was very good about giving me pleasure before taking his own but it still wasn’t enough, sex still hurt. I would have never admitted it then but by now I had feelings towards Derek. Although the man drove me crazy most of the time he still would do things that was so surprisingly sweet I was sure it was done my Lydia and he just took credit for it. The fact that sex wasn’t pleasurable was something I would just have to deal with.

“We should reach our home in three nights.” Lydia kneeled on the bed working a braid into Genim’s hair. “The Alpha and you will have a ceremony making you mates fully.” Genim lowered his head. “You are very lucky.”

“Lucky?” Genim said with a snort.

“Many would kill to be in your place.” Lydia said with a gentle nudge to his shoulder.

“To be the Alpha’s whore?”

Lydia frowned. “You are no whore, he cares for you.” Genim rolled his eyes.

“If he cared for me he wouldn’t treat me like an animal in our own bed.”

Lydia frowned and dropped the piece of hair in her hands. “An animal?”

Genim blushed. “As if I were a…dog.”

“He takes you like a dog?” Genim blushed even brighter and nodded. Lydia moved to straddle Genim’s lap. “He takes you like an animal because you allow him to do so.”

“I do not!” Genim said indignantly.

Lydia shoved him back onto the bed by his shoulders. “You do.” She scooted so she sat firmly on his soft prick, hidden beneath his furs.

“What are you doing!” Genim shrieked out in shock.

“Showing you how to make love.” Lydia said simply.

“You don’t make love to a whore.” Genim said with a glare. He felt slightly guilty saying that considering Lydia’s past but he didn’t take the words back.

Lydia shook her head. “When you make love, what does she call you?”

“We don’t make love and he doesn’t call me anything.” Genim said stubbornly.

“He calls you something; I’ve heard him say it before.”

“What, you mean Môj milovaný?”

Lydia smiled brightly. “Yes.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You will find out when the time comes. What do you call him?” Genim face turned a lovely shade of red, Lydia laughed. “You will tell me, eventually.” She moved her hands from his shoulders to lace their hands together. “When you go to make love-”

“We don’t make love!”

“Do not allow him to put you on your knees.” Lydia continued as if she were never interrupted.

“He is twice my size, how do you suppose I do that?” Genim said smartly.

“The way I have you, by surprise.” She took their hands and placed Genim’s hand to her breast. He tried to yank his hands back but she holds them in place. “You can find pleasure in other parts of your flesh, not just from being taken.” She forced his hands to knead her breasts.

“I know this already, it’s being taken that I do not enjoy.”

She arched a delicate brow. “Then you are not doing it right.” She said simply.

“Perhaps it’s because I am a man. Sex was not meant to be pleasurable when two men lie together.” Genim suggested.

“If that was how it was meant to be then men would have stopped lying together many ages ago.” She rolled off of Genim’s body. “Do not move.” Genim remained where he lied on the bed not moving until he heard the tent flap open again. Behind her she dragged a boy around his age who had curly black hair and looked very reluctant to be there. Genim had seen him a few times around the camp but they had never held a conversation. “Dostať sa na posteľ (Get onto the bed).” The boy hesitantly crawled onto the bed and onto his back.

“Who is he?”

“He is Scott. His father passed in a war many years ago, it is just him and his mother. He is going to be you and you are going to be Alpha. I will show you how to pleasure him, so you will know how to pleasure yourself and be able to show Alpha.” She pointed to Scott’s leather pants. “Vezmite je preč, nebudete potrebovať je. (Take them off, you won’t be needing them).” Scott blushed and did as he was told. Lydia grabbed a small bowl of oil after propping Scott’s legs open and settling between them. “You are not a woman so you will need to open yourself with oil, anything else will not be enough.” She coated her fingers in oil and ran a finger around Scott’s entrance. “Do not just press in. You must sooth the flesh before you can press inside.”

Genim watched as Lydia ran the finger of one hand gently over and around the hole and used the other hand to caress Scott’s thigh. Scott let out a soft puff of air when the finger finally breeched but made no signs of obvious discomfort. “Do not hurry. Rushing makes it worse.” Scotts cock twitched in mild interest and a bright flush cover Scotts face. “When one finger slides easily then you can place more inside, gently. Add more oil if you need.” Lydia removed her finger and recoated it, and another, in oil before gently pressing them both in. Scott’s legs fell open and a whimper escaped his throat. Lydia continued to move her fingers before stilling and pulling them free. “You try.”

Genim swallowed thickly before switching places with Lydia. He thoroughly coated his fingers in oil and slowly pressed one inside. When he felt how loose and pliant the flesh was around his finger he added another. He looked up at Scott. “Si v poriadku (Are you okay)?” Scott nodded and Genim kept up his motions. His knees were starting to ache from sitting in an awkward position. He shifted his body and jumped when Scott let out a startled sound and arched slightly. “Je mi to ľúto! Ublížil som ti? Zastavím (I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? I’ll) -”

“Nie, je to dobrý pocit (No, it felt good).” Scott said quickly, clenching down on the finger to keep them in place.

Lydia quickly grabbing Genim’s wrist stopping him from moving his fingers. Scott let out a pitiful whine and tried to press back against the fingers deep inside him. “Do you fell that?” Stiles slowly pressed against the spot again earning a loud moan from the man on the bed. “That is the source of your pleasure while you are being taken.” She pointed at Scotts leaking flesh. “See how he aches for your touch? Give it to him until he spills.”

Genim gently worked his fingers in and out of the boy on the bed, watching as he fell apart. He gently pressed a third finger inside just as Scott started moving his hips to press back against the fingers. It wasn’t long before Scott came with a soft cry and melted fully into the bed. Genim gently pulled his fingers free and stared at the shivering wrecked mess on his bed. “He enjoyed it.” Genim said, obviously puzzled.

“This is how it should be when he takes you. He and his people may come from animals but that does not mean he can treat you as such.”

When Scott recovered Lydia showed me many ways to find pleasure while using Scott as a learning tool. When he finally left her tent he could hardly stand, his legs were shaking so badly. I felt bad, that maybe I had hurt him even though he had said I hadn’t. Lydia said that he was fine and he probably would be embarrassed when he saw mw the next day. She poured me a few bowls of oil and told me to place them where Derek likes to take me the most. I never got an immediate chance because Derek didn’t take me that night and the following morning we were traveling again.

“Oh my God! I had sex with Scott!”

“You did what?”

“Derek!” Stiles jumped from his seat and gave Derek an awkward smile. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to hear to hoer you say you had sex with Scott.”

“What I meant was that, I uh…it was…I was reading and I got a little too into it and blurted something out. I would love you forever if you would just pretend you didn’t hear a word I just said.” Derek gave him a hard look. “If it makes you feel better I didn’t have sex with Scott. Having sex with Scott would be like having sex with my brother and ew, gross factor alone would be enough to kill me. Not only that but I’m not a cheater, well except for that one time in 8^th grade when I really didn’t know the answer. I got caught so I never cheated again hence why I’m not a cheater. Although Scott is kind of a cheater granted he had the ‘the wolf made me do it’ card it still doesn’t change anything. I mean hey I have you and-why are your eyes red. Please stop making them red, I value my life.” Stiles babbled slowly walking away from the angered wolf.

Derek advanced on the cowering teen and pressed him firmly against the cold stone wall. He stared into wide brown eyes and let out a growl. A hand found its way to Stiles’ throat and clamped firmly around the column of pale flesh. Stiles let out a scared little squeak and held still. The hand on his neck moved to cup his chin and forced his head to the left baring the right side of his neck. Derek rubbed his nose against the smooth area before nipping it gently.

“D-Derek?” Derek smirked against the flesh before clamping his mouth tightly over it. Stiles gasped and clenched his eyes shut. He hated his neck with a freaking passion, it was entirely way too sensitive for him. His hands clutched at Derek’s shirt and hair as he helplessly writhed against the wall as pleasure zinged up and down his spine. “Please.” He wasn’t exactly sure what he was asking for but Derek’s mouth against his neck was making him incredibly hard in his jeans. He felt Derek freeze and pull back. “Don’t stop.” Stiles said pitifully. Derek stared at his neck in confusion. “What?”

“Where did you get that?”

Stiles touched what he was sure was an angry red mark. “You just gave it to me, now if you would be so kind as to keep going I-”

“I meant the necklace.”

Stiles looked down at the piece of jewelry that rested against his chest. The chain was old and had obviously seen better days but still looked fairly strong despite its tarnished appearance. At the end of the chain rested a green jewel that was surrounded by the same metal that made the chain. The metal was twisted around the jewel in intricate swirls that came to meet at the center and formed a small flower. Stiles pressed his fingers to the medium sized jewel.

“My Dad let me wear it. He said his great grandmother gave it to him when he was little.” Derek nodded gaze still on the necklace. “Derek?” Derek’s eyes snapped up to meet Stiles’. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Derek shook his head and stepped away from Stiles. “I came to see if you were done with your food.” Stiles nodded so Derek went to pick up the plate from the couch. Stiles touched his arm just before he went to disappear back up the stairs.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Derek nodded, gave Stiles a quick kiss on the cheek, and disappeared back to the pack meeting. Stiles picked up the journal and lied back on the couch to continuing where he left. He fiddled with the necklace as he read.

We were only traveling for a few hours at most before Jackson found me in the pack…

As the group traveled the following day Genim walked with Siyah scampering around his feet and occasionally darting off to play with the other wolves but returning not to long after. Derek’s son, who he had taken to calling Malý Princ (Little Prince), held his hand as they walked along the dirt path. In the weeks they had traveled with the group the children and the wolves had taken a strong liking to Genim and were often found not too far away from him. The Pack seemed to encourage the closeness which made Genim feel odd but he never said otherwise. He looked up at the sound of quickly approaching hooves,few people in the pack actually rode horses, he felt his spirits dampen slightly as his cousin approached. “You are to call the troupe to a halt; I need to speak with you.”

“I cannot command the group to halt, I have no authority.” It was a lie. Genim had discovered in the past few days that everyone, though they may not like him, had a sudden respect for him that came with being mated to the Alpha.

“You will do as your King commands or by the time I’m through with you even their dogs won’t want to touch you.” Jackson threatened.

Genim was growing tired of the threats but knew from the scar on his hip, that if he refused, Jackson will have no problem following through with his threats. “Prejsť na svojho otca, musím hovoriť so svojou rodinou (Go to your father, I must speak with my family).” The boy hesitated before running to catch up to his father. He turned to a man he learned was named Peter, the Alpha’s Uncle, and asked him to call them to a halt.

“Je niečo zle (Is something wrong)?” The man asked cautiously looking from the blond atop a horse back to the Alpha’s mate.

“Nie, ja len potrebujem hovoriť s mojím bratrancom a nechcú zostať pozadu (No, I just need to speak with my cousin and do not wish to be left behind).” The man nodded and set about calling the group to a halt. Genim touched Peter’s leg. “Ak nemám vrátiť v čase, keď uznajú za vhodné, príde a nájde mňa (If I do not return in a time you deem fit, come and find me).” Peter nodded once again before turning and making sure the pack was stopping.

Genim disappeared into the tall grass that surrounded their path until he stumbled upon a small clearing and waited for Jackson’s arrival. He was unprepared for the blow to his face or the sword to his neck.

“My patience is growing thin. I want my army.” Jackson spat.

“And you will have one, I just need more time.” Genim said calmly.

“Honestly, how much time do you need to spread your legs and have him eating out of the palm of your hand?” Jackson scoffed.

“It isn’t that simple.” He started. “He cares for me; I cannot simply betray his trust by having him send off his men to die.”

Jackson pressed the blade hard enough to draw a small drop of blood. “You would rather lose your head instead of a few nameless men?”

“As I’ve already said, it’s not that simple.” Genim gazed into angry blue eyes. “I’m not fully his; we have a ceremony to complete when we reach their home. Until then I have no real authority.”

Jackson pressed harder and Genim winced. “Then you are useless to me.”

One moment there was a blade pressed against his neck and the next Jackson was flat on his back with a giant wolf snarling in his face. He tried to reach Jackson but a different wolf, Derek, jumped in front of him. He tried to move around him but Derek snapped his jaws and growled. “Nie (Don’t)!” He yelled desperately.

The wolf in front of him changed back into the naked man he was familiar with. “Môžete ho bránil, a to aj potom, čo sa mu vypracovaný krv (You defend him, even after he's drawn blood)?”

“Som v pohode (I’m fine).” Genim said quickly touching the small wound while trying again to reach Jackson. He was once again halted by Derek’s hulking frame. “Pohyb! Musím sa zastaviť Peter (Move! I have to stop Peter)!”

“Zabiť ho (Kill him).” Derek said firmly, eyes never looking away from Genim’s.

“Nie!” Genim screamed desperately. “Je to jediná rodina som odišiel (He is the only family I have left).” The wolf stayed still obviously torn between who he should listen to. “Prosím (Please)!”

Derek growled and shoved Genim away, the wolf followed, after giving Jackson a threatening snarl. Jackson stood brushing himself off glaring harshly at Genim. “It seems you aren’t totally useless after all.”

Genim gave Jackson a fleeting look. “You are alive only because I begged…do not make me regret it.” He walked away without a second glance.

I should have let him die. It’s not as if I would truly be alone. I still had Adrian, Derek, and the entire pack. I don’t know why I begged for his life. Derek refused to speak to me and ignored me while we were in our bed. I knew I had made him appear weak in front of his uncle by undermining his command but I had no choice. The guilt quickly ate away at me so I quickly devised a way of apologizing.

They were less than a day’s travel away from their home but the few elders and children in the group had grown tired and Derek had suggested they stop. Adrian had disappeared along with Laura, earning an agitated snort from Derek. Jackson spared Genim only a brief glance from across the camp before disappearing as well. Lydia was helping a woman whose stomach was round with child; prepare food along with a few other women. Derek had been ignoring him, and he was surprised to find that it actually hurt. Being ignored by the one you spent your nights with can become quite annoying fairly quickly.

He stood quickly from his seat on the dirt, earning a few glances, and went in search of Derek. He was unsurprised to find the man talking angrily to his Uncle in their tent.

When the two Wolf Men noticed him they stopped talking and Peter bowed before leaving the tent. “Je mi to ľúto (I’m Sorry).” Genim said softly, Derek only glared ignoring his apology. He walked closer until there was no room between them, pressing his hands against the hot bare flesh of his chest. He placed a gentle kiss to his collar. “I’m sorry.” He trailed kisses from his collar, to his neck, to his lips. His hands following the same trail cupping the face of the man who was slowly stealing his heart. When Derek tried to take control the hand against his chest gently pushing him away surprised him.

Genim gently pushed Derek back until the bigger man fell onto the thick pile of furs that made their bed. He slowly pulled his own clothing off smiling softly when he saw Derek obvious interest peaking from beneath the leather the Alpha wore. He reached out untying laces and undoing latches that held the intricate piece of clothing around his lover’s waist. When it fell open against the bed he crawled up to straddle his lover’s waist. He trailed his hands over the slightly tanned and scarred flesh looking deeply into green eyes that gazed back at him with a sense of awe. He reached for the small bowl of oil he had hidden earlier by their bed and pulled it to rest next to them.

He grabbed Derek’s hand, kissed each finger, and placed his fingers into the oil. When his fingers were thoroughly coated he led the hand behind him to where they would be intimately locked in the near future. “Pomaly (Slowly).” Were his encouraging words and Derek gently wiggled a finger inside of his lover. The finger brushed against his velvet walls, working him open with fingers that were much larger than his own. When Derek went to press in a second finger he grabbed the man’s wrist. “Jemne (Gently).” When the second finger worked its way inside Genim felt them press against something that had him letting out a gasp.

Derek let out a snarl and tried to roll them over but Genim pressed firmly against his chest. A sound of obvious frustration passed Derek’s throat but Genim refused to submit. Derek tried to roll them over again so Genim shoved harshly against his chest so his back would press against the bed, Derek glared and growled. He distracted the wolf by encouraging him to add a third finger and found himself pressing back against the intrusion with wanton enthusiasm. Lydia was right; they had been doing it wrong because this felt absolutely amazing. When felt he had been stretched well enough he slowly removed Derek’s fingers, noting the obvious feel of emptiness. He grabbed the oil, blindly drizzling a generous amount over Derek’s weeping prick. Derek grabbed his hips and tried to force him down but Genim slapped both his hands onto the Alpha’s chest earning a shocked gasp and a startled look.

Genim smirked and reached behind him to align Derek with his entrance, slowly sliding down the thickened flesh until he was flush against his lover’s strong thighs. He remained still, adjusting to the burning stretch that always accompanied being breeched, but was happy with the fact that it hurt a lot less than it used to. He gently rocked his hips in smooth slow circles, reveling in the feeling of Derek moving inside him. He hadn’t realized until he felt hands on his face, pulling him down into a kiss, he had been moaning out Derek’s name. He let out a whimper and dug his blunt nails into muscled shoulders when Derek wrapped his arms around his waist and thrust quickly in and out.

He was supposed to be in control, to ensure his own pleasure, but if Derek kept doing that he was okay with following his lead. He let out a startled yelp when they rolled over and he felt his back hit the bed. Derek had stilled his thrusts to nothing more than a slow rocking of his hips and stared deeply into Genim’s eyes. “Môj milovaný.” Genim blushed at the familiar, but unknown, words. Derek often called him that while they lied together and occasionally when they were among others of the pack, but the playful jeers of the other men kept that to a minimum. The words were often followed by a kiss and Stiles was not disappointed.

Rough lips met his own in unrated passion. Their tongues twined in a filthy slick dance that Genim was slowly becoming addicted to. His hands moved the short distance from the larger man’s shoulders to his hair and pulled. He shivered at the growl he received in warning; he couldn’t help but smirk against his lover’s lips. “Nemôžete byť príliš naštvaný na mňa, či ste to radosť mať ma v posteli (You can't be too mad at me if you're this happy about having me in your bed).”

“Som stále naštvaná, ale používate svoju slabosť proti mne (I'm still upset, but you're using my weakness against me).” Genim couldn’t hold back his laugh that morphed into a gasp of pleasure.

Derek’s hands found a way into Genim’s own and laced themselves together. Derek’s thrusts became longer and deeper but the speed remained the same. Derek stared deeply into Genim’s eyes as they made love for the first time. Derek marveled at the unfamiliar but pleasant sounds of pleasure that spilled from his Mates body. This was the first time he ever started their mating and the first time he appeared to enjoy himself. Genim’s face scrunched with pleasure and his seed spilled between their bodies. Derek smiled down at the panting form; he wouldn’t have it any other way.

That night with Derek was one of the best nights of my life. Derek and I made love many times over and I couldn’t and wouldn’t have asked for more. I knew my feelings for him had changed greatly, It was only confirmed the following morning at our Mating Ceremony.

Genim kneeled at the altar, watching with wide unbelieving eyes as they butchered the bear. It was something that he had seen many times before but never over an altar, and never with assumption that he was going to eat the heart. The Elders had asked them what animal had reminded them of the other. He had said a bear for Derek and Derek had said a deer for him. Derek had already eaten the dear heart, the blood smeared on his face and flashing of his eyes between red and green showed Genim that he was more the animal he associated with full moons than the man he spent his days and nights with. The still warm, beating heart was placed into his outstretched hands and he stared at it. Was he really going to eat this? Was he going to become one of the barbarians he had been living with in these few short months?

He looked at Jackson who was giving him a disgusted sneer then at Derek who was looking at him expectantly. He lifted the still thumping heart to his lips and took his first bite. The assembled crowd began to cheer him on in a similar way they had Derek, encouraging him to take Derek into himself. As he swallowed to first bite he knew that he wasn’t doing this because Jackson needed an army, he was doing this because he actually cared for Derek. He locked eyes with the Wolf Man and he forced himself to eat the heart without it coming back up.

The blood was thick, hot, and coated his tongue in a metallic tang. His stomach rolled in protest and his eyes watered as he chewed. Blood dripped through his fingers and down his arms. He could hear the people around him but he wasn’t listening. His brown eyes were locked on green and he wasn’t going to look away. He had to prove that he was good enough and if he had to eat a bear heart to show it, then so be it.

Derek stared at him with open admiration and a smirk on his face. As a man, Genim wasn’t meant to consume unprepared meat and by him doing this he was showing that he was fully accepting Derek as his mate and his way of life. He could see by the way Genim occasionally paused and the strained look that crossed his features that he was struggling but his eyes never wavered from Derek’s. The heart slowly grew smaller and Genim’s entire body shook as he forced himself to keep in what he had just eaten. He stared at the final bite as if it would give him answers then looked back at Derek shoving the remainder of the heart into his mouth.

As he swallowed the final bite Derek rose from his seat and slowly approached where Genim kneeled. Genim was coughing, a bloodied hand over his mouth stopping him from becoming sick

. The crowed quieted as he knelt in front of the choking man and took his chin into his hand forcing their eyes to meet. Genim looked into stern green eyes and forced his body to relax. “Urobili ste ma do seba, rovnako ako som si ťa. Ukážete svoju lásku pre mňa a venovanie k mojim ľuďom. Nemohol som nájsť lepší kamarát, aj keď bohovia zvolili sami (You have taken me into yourself, just as I have taken you. You show your love for me and dedication to my people. I could not have found a better mate even if the Gods had chosen themselves).” Derek placed his bloody lips to Genim’s forehead. “Dám vám všetko, čo som a všetko, čo mám (I give you everything I am and everything I have).”

Genim smiled. “Milujem ťa (I love you).”

The audience cheered as the two shared a bloody kiss and Jackson sneered. “This is ridiculous!” He said angrily, stomping towards the embraced pair. “You think lowering yourself to their barbarian ways is an achievement?” Genim slowly rose from his spot on the floor at the altar. He placed a hand on the growling wolf man’s shoulder cutting short the growl that was resonating deep in his chest. “You are little more than his play thing, now you’ve simply got a title to go along with it.”

Derek took an advancing step towards Jackson but Genim stopped him with a firm hand around his arm. “I begged for him to spare your life, and this is how you repay me.” Genim said softly.

“I did not ask you to plead for my life!” Jackson argued.

“But you have. Every time you opened your mouth, every time you acted without thinking, you’re did it with the knowledge that, should you do something wrong, I’d beg for your life.” Jackson only glared. “I won’t do it any longer Jackson. You sold me into this life and I’ve found happiness. I don’t need you ruining it.”

“Happiness? With this beast?” Jackson said with a mocking laugh. “You are here to get me an army and nothing else. I should have gotten rid of you a long time ago.”

Genim felt more so than heard the shifting and cracking of bone as Derek shifted into his Wolf. Genim gently petted the fur of the over grown wolf as he growled, bloody muzzle and all, at Jackson.

“This is the only chance you’ll have to get out of here alive.”

Jackson gave Genim an affronted look. “You dare threaten your King?”

“You are no King!” Genim yelled angrily. “You are a Child throwing a fit because he has lost his favorite toy. You are not fit to be a King; you’re not even fit you wash my clothes. I want you to leave and never come back; because if you do I will have no control over what happens to you.” Genim spoke calmly and watched as Jackson glared and stormed out of the ceremonial tent.

The fact that he left willingly should have been a clue that Jackson was up to something. In all my years knowing he never gave up without a fight, but at the time I didn’t care. I had Derek and he had me. I never thought I would see the day I would be married to a man and enjoying it. That night we had a celebration and a feast so large that I was sure not even the entire pack could eat it in that one night. Derek and I left early and spent a good part of the night wrapped around each other in bed showing our love for one another and simply enjoying the other’s presence. I tried to teach him words but it was a lost cause the man was entirely way to stubborn

“Back.” Genim said slowly.

“Chrbte.”

“Nie (No).” Genim scolded. “Back.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Bahak.”

“Close enough.”

Derek rolled over so that he was facing stiles and the boy now straddled his naked waist. “Prečo sa musím naučiť svoje slová, ak ste zdokonaľovanie moja (Why do I need to learn your words if you are perfecting mine)?”

“Because I can say to you whatever I want and you wouldn’t have the slightest idea if I’m seducing you or insulting you.” Derek only stared. “To je dôvod, prečo je potrebné sa naučiť (That is why you need to learn).” Genim said with a smirk.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Slová Naučíš ma sú k ničomu (The words you teach me are useless).

“Sú to rovnaké slová, ktorá bola prvýkrát učil mňa (They are the same words that were first taught to me).” Genim said with a huff.

“K ničomu (Useless).” Derek said with a growl.

Genim rolled his eyes. “Aké slová by ste sa chceli dozvedieť (What words would you like to learn)?”

Derek reached down and took Genim firmly in his hand and stroked. “Kohút (Cock).”

Genim blushed and squirmed. “Nemôžem vás naučí, že. (I cannot teach you that).” He let out a shuddery breath as Derek tugged.

“To je to, čo milujete najviac o mne (It’s what you love most about me).” If possible Genim flushed further. “Nebojte sa, nemusíte učiť ma to, tak som vám ju ukážem (Don’t worry, you don’t have to teach me it, I’ll just show it to you).” Derek rolled them over and pressed their lips firmly together.

Derek showed me how much he loved me many times over that night, and for the many months after. My life was perfect I couldn’t have asked for more. Laura and Adrian had a mating ceremony while we were still at their home, even though Derek was upset the entire time. I was jealous of Adrian; he picked a rabbit as a reminder of Laura. I would have gladly taken the rabbit heart over the bears any day. Laura fell pregnant with their child as the night grew longer and colder, a sign of coming winter, Lydia too fell pregnant but with my child. Derek saw how I looked at his son, Božský, whom I still call Malý Princ, He allowed me to find someone to give me a child.

When I chose Lydia he was a little upset, he asked why I wanted a child with a whore. I said she wasn’t a whore, she was my friend, he only sighed and said I could do what I wished. I was happy she fell pregnant the first time we laid together. She was incredibly intimidating in bed, add that to the fact that Derek watched and it was the most embracing moment of my entire existence. She pinned me to the bed and tore pleasure from my body as she saw fit. By no means was in un-pleasurable, I just felt incredibly used afterwards. As he stomach grew larger I asked Derek if he could lessen her duties, but he said she works for her keep and that was that.

The village that we lived in was fairly large, almost the size of a small town and was surrounded by the forest on three sides, and a powerful river on the forth. I asked why the Pack decided to settle here and Derek said that they had been here since before his grandfather was Alpha and probably before then and they were well hidden and nothing more than stories to most people. I nodded my agreement and never asked about it again. Our home, made of wood and stone, was the largest and sat at the center of the village, His son often stayed in one of the guest rooms and occasionally would sneak into bed with me if he was there and Derek was away.

I loved my life and all those that were in it, things were going incredibly well, until the night of the first snow.

Stiles felt his stomach drop and he slammed the journal shut He suddenly didn’t want to read anymore. His heart was pounding in his chest and his heart was racing. He felt this uncontrollable urge to just fall to the floor sobbing and he had no idea where it came from. He used his hand to try and smother the first sob the lurched from his throat but it only seemed to make it bounce louder off the basement walls.

He slid from the couch onto his knees and sobbed. His arms were wrapped tightly around his stomach and his body jerked with the force of his tears. He couldn’t have been crying for very long before there was the thunderous sound of feet speeding down the stairs. He looked up to see the pack standing at the bottom of the stairs, hackles raised, looking for what had cause stiles distress. When they saw no obvious threat all eyes landed on Stiles on the floor.

“What happened?” Derek asked quickly. Stiles opened his mouth to answer but all that came out was another choked sob and a fresh wave of tears. Derek was on him in an instant trying to figure out what happened. “Stiles what happened.”

Stiles shook his head. “I can’t-I don’t-” He couldn’t form the words he wanted so desperately to say. Derek tried to wrap his arms around the weeping boy but Stiles pushed his arms away and crawled back onto the couch. He curled up as small as he could and continued to cry. He felt like his heart had been torn out and stepped on. As if he had just lost everyone, and everything, that was ever important to him. He grabbed the green jewel tightly in his hand and pressed it as close to his heart as he could.

The pack could only stare as Stiles cried into the couch, holding onto his necklace. They tried to reach out and touch him but he would either shy away from their touch or angry shove their hands away. It wasn’t very long before he cried himself into an exhausted sleep.

Genim ran his fingers across facial hair that had long since bypassed stubble and was a full beard. “You need a shave.”

“Shhhh-ayyyyy-vvvvv? Derek tested the word on his tongue.

“Yes, a shave.” Genim pulled out the small shaving blade along with a few other supplies he had stolen from Adrian. He lathered Derek’s face and took the strong Jaw into his fingers. “Don’t move.” He worked slowly and meticulously to ensure every unsightly hair was gone from his face, smiling at the end product. Derek disappeared to go look in a bowl to see his face.

“Vyzerám ako dieťa (I look like a child).” Genim laughed, Derek growled and playfully lunged at his mate pinning him to the bed. “Nesmejte sa, nikto nikdy sa mi smiali a žil povedať iného (Do not laugh, no one has ever laughed at me and lived to tell another).”

“To môže byť, ale predsa tí, ktorí sa zasmial majú nôž na krku? (That may be, but did those who laughed have a blade to your throat)?” Derek froze just noticing the blade pressed against the delicate skin at his throat, Genim smirked. Derek tried to press in but the blade but painfully into his neck but didn’t draw blood. He could smell the arousal wafting off his mate in waves, begging him the claim and mark what was his. To make sure there was no doubt in his packs mind that Genim belonged to him and in his bed. Derek was just about to slap the blade away from Genim’s hand when a sudden commotion outside their home, and a loud howl, drew both their attentions. Both heads whipped towards the sound, as if they could see through walls. They quickly untangled from one another and ran outside.

What Genim saw, made him freeze. Arrows of fire rained down on their home. People scattered and the wolves howled and snarled. He could see the men and woman that were able, changing into wolves and dashing into the forest at their unseen enemy. He heard the screams of men dying painful deaths, just as often as he heard the yelps and whimpers of the wolves that tried to protect their home. He whirled around trying to find sight of Derek who had disappeared the moment they got outside or for Adrian who had to be around some place.

“Genim!” He turned to the source of his name and saw Lydia looking around frantically while holding on tightly to Božský who was desperately calling out Doe oči (Doe eyes), hoping Genim would hear. Božský’s eyes locked with his and he pointed and babbled franticly at Lydia so she would look as well. Genim quickly ran over to the pair and was quickly tugged along by Božský’s urging hands.

“Where are we going?” Genim asked quickly, only catching glances of men emerging from the forest, swards drawn and ready to attack.

“We have to get some place safe.” Lydia said quickly.

“But Derek, he-”

“Can take care of his self.”

“But I can’t-”

“He will find you.”

“But-”

Lydia turned and looked Genim firmly in the eyes. “He will find you, I promise. Now we must get someplace safe.”

Stiles gasped as his eyes flew open and scanned the room. He felt his heart racing as he turned his head to find Derek sleeping peacefully next to him. He licked his lips finding his mouth suddenly dry. How did he get upstairs? He looked over at the clock, 5:43am, he frowned. He slowly pulled the sheets away from his body and carefully climbed out of bed. He was nearly free when Derek’s hand clamped down firmly on his wrist.

“Where are you going?” Voice heavy with sleep and concern and eyes still shut.

“The basement.” Stiles said simply

“Stay here.” Derek tugged his arm as he pulled at his hand.

“I can’t.” Stiles pried Derek’s fingers away from his wrist and headed to the bedroom door. He let out a startled yelp when arms whirled him around and pressed his back against the door.

“I said stay.” Derek growled.

“Nechajte ma ísť (Let me go)!” Stiles snapped, shoving at Derek’s chest.

Derek let him go out of shock. “Stiles?”

“Nechal si ma na pokoji! Nemáte žiadne právo dotýkať sa ma! (You left me alone! You have no right to touch me!)” Stiles gave Derek one last glare before yanking the door open and running down the stairs. As he reached the basement he quickly locked the door behind himself. He searched the room for the journal, which was in the box he first found it in, and quickly flipped to where he left off.

I wasn’t sure how long or how far we walked but by the time we stopped Božský was asleep in my arms. Many members of the pack offered to take him from me but I refused to let them and he made no moves towards releasing me, the snow had covered the ground in a fine white layer and I was so cold. I remember thinking I was going to die from shivering until I felt something draped over my shoulders

Genim’s head whipped up and around when he felt the furs draped over his shoulders. He let out a choked sob when he was greeted by the sight of a bloody, naked, but still alive, Derek. He carefully moved himself out of the small boys grasp and jumped into Derek’s arms. He quickly yanked away when Derek let out a pained hiss. He looked his mate over and found a wound on his side that was still leaking a slow, but steady, stream of blood. The wound looked infected and days old instead of the few hours he knew it was. Black lines spread from where the wound began and the flesh around the wound appeared to be slowly dying.

“Čo sa stalo (What happened)?”

“Šíp. (Arrow)” Derek said simply.

“Prečo sa to hojí? Vždy si hojí rýchlo. (Why isn’t it healing? You always heal quickly)”

“To bol otrávený. (It was poisoned)” Derek said with a grimace.

Genim’s eyes grew wet again. “Je tu liek, tam nie je? (There’s a remedy, isn’t there?)”

Derek shook his head. “Nie za to. (Not for this.)”

“Lydia!” Genim yelled desperately. It wasn’t long before a very pregnant Lydia stood at his side. Genim pressed his hands firmly against the wound trying to stop the slow stream of blood, Derek pushed his hands away, he placed them back onto the wound despite Derek’s protests. “He says he was poisoned, but that there is no remedy. Vlk muži (Wolf Men) aren’t easily poisoned and are so few in number, so there must be a remedy. I need to know what it is.”

“Čo je to jed? (What poison is it?)” Lydia asked her Alpha.

“Wolfsbane.” Lydia’s eyes widened slightly before a sad look overtook her features.

“Wolfsbane?” Genim shook his head. “That’s just a flower. They are grown in excess where I was from. No healer or Alchemist has ever found Wolfsbane to be able to be used in poison that was deadly on its own.”

“For humans, it’s not a problem. Most become extremely sick but eventually heal, for someone of the wolf, it is deadly.”

“No.” Genim said firmly.

“Genim I’m sorry but-” Lydia started.

“No! I don’t want to hear it! He’s not going to die! We’re going to find a way to fix this. Who knows how poisonous this plant is to the pack?”

“People of the wolf, hunters, no one else should.”

“Has anyone come across hunters in our pack?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Find out if anyone has and is just too afraid to admit it.” He motioned to her stomach. “If you start to feel unwell have someone finish your task.”

“Genim-”

“Just go Lydia.” Lydia hesitated before leaving to do as she was told.

“Nehodlám sa nechať zomrieť. (I’m not going to let you die.)” Genim said while looking into green eyes.

Derek cupped his face. “Pravdepodobne nemáte na výber (You may not have a choice).” Derek pressed his lips to Genim’s forehead.

“Mám dva dni predtým, než som schopný sa pohybovať, štyri, kým som mŕtva. (I have two days before I am unable to move, four until I am dead.)”

Genim yanked his head away. “Nebudem počúvať dať do smrti. (I will not listen to you give in to death.)”

Derek grabbed his face and forced their eyes to meet again. “Môžete, a budete. (You can, and you will.)” Derek ignored the falling tears from brown eyes. “Chystám sa odísť s niekoľkými ďalšími beta verzie a zbaviť lovcov. (I am going to leave with a few of the other Beta’s and get rid of the hunters.)”

“Derek si nemôžem- (Derek you can’t-)”

“Listen to me!” Derek said firmly, in English, baffling Genim. “Keď som sa odísť Chcem ťa vziať zvyšok svorky a na juh. Choďte okolo suchémora a ísť ďalej, až sa dostanete do prvého balenia, ktoré vidíte. Povedzte im, čo sa nám stalo a oni budú o vás postará. (When I leave I want you to take the remainder of the pack and head south. Go around the dry sea and keep walking until you run into the first pack you see. Tell them what happened to us and they will take care of you.)” He pressed their lips together. Genim ignored the tang of blood and used his tongue to map out every crevice of Derek’s mouth. “Božský udržať v bezpečí, bude Alfa, keď je dosť starý na to, do tej doby, ako môjkamarát je vašou povinnosťou je chrániť.(Keep Božský safe, he will be the Alpha when he is old enough, until then, as my mate it is your responsibility to keep them safe).”

“I can’t do this without you.” Genim said weakly. Derek gave him a sad, weak smile and pulled him close. He buried his face into his mate’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent. He was going to miss this, the smell of sunshine and water. He could feel the hot tears against his chest and did his best to comfort his mate.

Derek pulled away and grabbed the necklace that Genim hadn’t noticed rested around his neck. “Vrátil som sa si to. (I went back to get this).” He placed it over Genim’s head. “Tak dlho, ako budete nosiť to, nájdem ťa, že aj po smrti. (As long as you wear this, I will find you, even in death).” The necklace was made of twisted gold that came to meet that the center. At the center rested a green gem, an emerald, which was covered by small flowers that allowed flecks of green to be seen. The necklace rested in the center of his chest and Genim looked at it as if it was going to give him the answers he needed.

Someone brought over a warmed bowl of water and a torn bit of cloth that Genim used to wipe Derek down. The wolf was tempted to protest but thought better of it when he saw the glimmer of tears in his mate’s eyes. The blood flow had nearly stopped but the blackness had spread further along his side. When He wiped the last trace of blood from Derek’s body the wolf cupped his face and pressed their lips together.

“I love you.” Derek said softly.

“I love you too.” Genim said back with a watery smile.

Derek took his hand and led him a little ways away from the pack, grabbing a fur along the way. He lied the fur on the ground and gently placed Genim on top. Neither man spoke as Derek peppered his body with kisses. A gasped escaped the smaller man’s lips as Derek’s lips sealed over his half hard shaft.

Derek teased the hardening flesh with his tongue pulling small gasps from his mate’s throat and storing them to memory. Genim pulled Derek’s hand to his mouth and coated the fingers as well as his mouth could. Derek slid up Genim’s body, replacing his fingers with his mouth, and smother Genims small wince of discomfort as he pressed the first finger in.

“Chceš, aby som prestal(Want me to stop)?”

Genim shook his head. “Ďalej (Keep going)” Derek tried to be as gentle as possible as he worked his lover open. One finger slowly changed into two. When it changed to three Genim hissed sharply and dug his nails into Derek’s shoulder. Derek faltered at his mate’s obvious discomfort. “Nezastaví (Don’t stop).”

Derek nodded and nipped at Genim’s shoulder trying to distract him the pain. He grabbed himself and positioned him at Genim entrance. He when he hesitated Genim gave him an encouraging smile.

“Nechcem ti ublížiť (I don’t want to hurt you).”

“Roll over.” Genim gently pushed Derek shoulder and rolled so Derek laying down. He grabbed Derek’s prick and slowly guided himself down. He ignored his pain and once fully seated he felt tears spring into his eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was from pain or the unspoken goodbye that was whispered with every action. He leaned forward and placed both hands next to Derek’s head and slowly began to roll his hips.

He felt Derek wipe away his tears but it was pointless, new ones fell in their place. “Nemôžeš ma opustiť (You can’t leave me).” Genim whispered brokenly through tears and gasps of pleasure.

“Keby som mal vybrať ja nie(If I had a choice I wouldn’t).” Derek buried his finger in Genim’s hair. “Neplač(Don’t cry).”

Genim shook of Derek’s hand and buried his face in his Alpha’s neck. “I’ll never forgive you for leaving me.” Genim felt the licks of an orgasm in the pit of his stomach and slowed down his movements, not wanting the moment to end.

“Milujem ťa(I love you).” Derek’s teeth lengthened, sharpened, and then they were sinking deep into Genim’s shoulder.

Genim gasped, shuddered, and came so unexpectedly hard that he blacked out. When he came to, he was back with the pack and Derek had shifted into wolf form, something most of the remaining pack did if they were able. He was curled protectively around his mate and his son. Božský curling into Genim’s heat using that and the fur to remain warm. Derek’s tail was a comforting weight on their middles. When Genim woke early the next morning, Derek was gone. He only pulled Božský close and fought back tears as he waited for the remainder of the pack to awaken.

I gave the pack a choice when they all woke the following morning. They could either follow me as I tried to find the place Derek spoke of, or go off on their own and make their own way. Even now as I write this, I’m not sure if I was happy or upset that only a few decided to go their own way knowing I would be the one caring for the pack until Božský was old enough to do so himself.

Stiles jumped when the basement door flew open and splinters rained down the stairs. Stiles quickly snapped the journal shut and watched as Derek charged down the stairs. Derek was over him in an instant yanking him up from his seat by his arm. “Nemusíte sa poradiť so svojím Alpha týmto spôsobom (You do not speak to your Alpha that way)!”

“Nie si môj Alpha (You are not my Alpha)!”

Silence hung heavy in the air. “What did you just say?” Confusion was written on Derek’s face and in his words. He slowly released his grip on Stiles’ arm.

Stiles shook his head. “I don’t know.” Stiles looked from Derek’s slowly fading eyes down to the journal, and back. He slowly reached out and picked it up. “Have you ever read this?”

Derek shook his head no. “I wanted to, once, a few years ago. I couldn’t read the hand writing and what I could I didn’t know what language it was to try and translate it.”

Stiles’ brow furrowed. “It’s written in English, why would you have to translate it?”

Derek gently to the Journal from Stiles’ hands, he opened the journal to a random page and pointed. “That is not English.”

Stiles stared at where Derek’s finger rested. “I can read that. And it’s most definitely in English.”

Derek sat on the couch and pulled Stiles down next to him. “Read it to me.”

Stiles flipped to the last bit he had read. “The pack and I set out on the path that Derek had told me to follow.”

“Derek?”

“Yes, Derek. Scott, Jackson, Lydia, and Mr. Harris are in here as well.” Stiles said simply.

“Mr. Harris?”

“Mr. Harris. He was one of my teachers; we thought he was the Alpha for a bit, we were wrong, obviously.” Stiles said with a shrug. “As I was saying, the pack and I set out on the path that Derek had told me to follow. It took us around 4 weeks to reach our destination. By then the snow was steady and the pack grew weary…

By the time we found the pack Derek spoke of both Laura and Lydia were due to have their children. The pack greeted us with open arms and allowed us to stay with no questions asked. It wasn’t long before one of the pack, Peter, found us and filled us in on what happened. My cousin, Jackson, had told the Argents where we were. He had my entire pack killed out of spite. It was only luck that he found out the Argents were a Hunter family. It was even more luck that they didn’t kill him on sight. I was angered by my cousin’s betrayal and made immediate plans to rectify the situation. Peter informed me that Jackson as well as the head of the Argent family, was wounded but not killed. Derek made Peter promise to keep both me and his child safe. I was angry at Derek for leaving but as Peter told me of his suffering in his last few moments of life, I was thankful I didn’t have to see it.

My plans for revenge were temporarily put on hold as both Lydia and Laura went into labor within days of each other. Laura gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and named her Neba (Heaven). Lydia gave birth to my son who was just as beautiful. I named him Kedric. It was around three months after my son’s birth that I decided to get my revenge. Both Adrian and Lydia tried to talk me out of it. Saying it was a death wish, I refused to hear their words. Božský pleas for me to stay were the only thing that gave me pause.

“Nemôžeš odísť mňa ako otec! (You can’t leave me like father did)!” He cried. “Neviem, ako sa postarať o balení. Musíš ostať tu a ukáž mi. (I don’t know how to take care of the pack. I need you to stay here and show me).” Božský pulled the items out of Genim’s packed bag, making the man sigh.

“Božský, zastaviť (Božský, stop).” Genim said gently. The boy only pulled the items out faster. Genim tried to still the boy’s hands. “Božský, enough.” Božský growled and snapped at Genim’s hand with suddenly sharp teeth. He only just missed sinking his teeth into Genim’s palm. He looked up with watery, surprised, red eyes that were slowly fading back into hazel.

Božský buried his face into Genim’s stomach. “Nechcem, aby si šiel (I don’t want you to go).” Was cried brokenly into his stomach. “Please…stay.” Genim briefly wondered if Lydia taught him those words just so he could make his will crumble and he would stay.

“Vrátim sa Božský. Prisahám (I’ll be back Božský. I swear it).” Genim said confidently. The words did little to comfort the distraught child. “Budete dávať pozor na svojho brata, kým ja som preč? (Will you look out for your brother while I am away?)” Božský nodded before burying his face against Genim once again.

“Do not die.” The boy said weakly.

Genim gave a sad smile. “I will try not to.”

The next day he set out on his travels. It was many weeks before Genim made it to where he grew up. The castle had been fixed and the people looked healthy if not a little worse for wear. He wore a cloak that he was sure always covered his face. He wasn’t sure If anyone would recognize him, his hair was a great deal longer and his clothes were worn, but he didn’t want to take any chances. He spent a few days getting a feel for the new city, only having a few close calls with running into guards. He spent the next week or so mapping out the outside of the castle and looking for a way in.

Once he had the outside plotted he spent the next week or so sneaking in and out of the castle undetected just to make sure it was possible. He waited until everyone was home and asleep before sneaking in and starting to take out the family one by one. He started with the ‘King’ and ‘Queen’. He knew the guards left the servant entrance open during guard switch and that was his way into their room. He slipped into the room unnoticed and slid the blade he had hidden in the folds of his cloak into his hand and silently approached the bed. He placed a hand over the Queen’s mouth and plunged the blade deep into her throat. He watched in satisfaction as her eyes flew open before glazing over. He quickly made his way over to the King and gave him the same fate. Sneaking out of the room was harder than finding his way inside.

He made his way unseen and down the hall. He rounded the corner and instantly stepped back at the sudden sight of the guards walking down the hall. He slipped into a random room and turned to see where he was. He forced himself not to gasp when he turned to see a little girl staring at him from her bed. Her eyes traveled from his face, down his arm, to the blade that was covered in red. “Are you going to kill me?” She asked softly. Genim looked at the scared little girl and instead of speaking he held the blade to his mouth in a shushing motion and the little girl nodded and laid back in bed.

He made his way through the castle and headed to the room where he knew his cousin was playing house guest. He snuck into the room and froze. It was empty. His brows furrowed and he slowly made his way through the room. He saw the balcony doors open and the breeze flowing in. He wasn’t prepared for the body to tackle him from behind.

“Jackson tackled you…him. Jackson tackled him to the ground and he tried to kill you-him.” Derek shook his head in confusion.

“So you can read this?”

“No. But it’s like I was there, but like I was watching it happen, from a distance.” Derek’s face scrunched in confusion.

Stiles nodded. “For me, it’s like it happened. Like I’m there, and as I’m reading it, it’s happening.” When Derek didn’t say anything he looked to see the wolf staring at him intently. “What?”

Derek reached out and ran the back of his hand along Stiles’ cheek before cupping his neck and looking into his eyes. “Cnelo sa mi po vás toľko. Môj milovaný (I've missed you so much. My beloved).” Derek said softly.

“Derek?”

“Hm?”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Derek ran his fingers through Stiles hair. “Vaše vlasy sú preč(Your hair is gone).” Derek said in a bemused voice.

“I don’t know what you’re saying.” Stiles said softly.

His hands went from Stiles hair to his neck. He gently tugged the swell from beneath his shirt. “Ste si nechali ju (You kept it).” Derek said fondly.

“Je to jediný kus z vás mi ešte zostáva. (It’s the only piece of you I have left).” Stiles said with a sad smile.

Genim scrambled desperately at the hands on his throat cutting off his air.

“You thought you could kill me?” Jackson laughed manically. “I’ve known you since we were little Genim. I know your every last move.” Genim suddenly went limp and a hard look crossed his features. A look of shock crossed Jackson’s features and he released Genim throat and leaned back onto his haunches. He looked down in shock at the blade that was imbedded in his side. “You stabbed me?” he said in mild shock that quickly gave way to anger. “You stabbed me!”

“You killed my mate.” Genim growled.

“You stabbed me!” Jackson yelled. “GUARDS!” The doors burst open and two guards flew into the room. Genim expected to have a sword land on his head. He was shocked to see the wolf jumping out of nowhere and tackling a guard to the floor.

“Siyah!” Genim yelled in shock. Behind the second guard a blade appeared and slid across his throat. The body dropped to the floor and Peter stood in his place with splatters of blood covering his nude body.

“Musíme odísť. Teraz(We have to leave. Now)!” Peter placed a solid kick to Jackson’s face before grabbing Genim’s arm and yanking him down the hall with Siyah hot on their trail.

“Ste postupovali podľa mňa (You followed me).” Genim said with a gasp as they dashed through the halls.

“Sľúbil som, že vás v bezpečí (I promised to keep you safe).”

The journey back to our new home was slow and tedious due to the snow. Peter spent a vast majority of the travel as a wolf to allow me to use the extra furs and clothes he had carried. Weeks later when we reached our home we were greeted with hugs and tears. My son didn’t remember who I was but it didn’t bother me, we had plenty of time to become re reacquainted and the hug and tears from Božský more than made up for it. It’s been 8 years since Derek died. Božský has grown into an amazing young man. He’s on the fast track to becoming a great Alpha. Peter has taken him under his wing and shown him things I could never possibly do. The first time Božský called me Otec I told him not to, that I wasn’t his real father. He still calls me it on occasion.

“Father?”

“Hm?” Genim answered distractedly as he watched his youngest play with the other children.

“You’re leaving aren’t you?” Božský asked softly.

Genim gave him a soft smile. “There’s nothing here for me anymore. I did as your father wanted, I’ve taken care of you but now it’s time for you to take care of the pack. You’re practically a man now.”

“You can stay. Man or not, I still need you.” He looked over at his little brother briefly. “You still smell like Otec.”

Genim gave him a faint smile. “I can hardly remember what he smells like.” He touched the scared skin on his neck. “The bite didn’t work, although, I’m not entirely sure that he wanted it to.” He fiddled with the necklace that has never left from around his neck.

“Are you taking Kedric with you?”

Genim sighed. “I haven’t decided.”

The pair fell into momentary silence. Božský spoke hesitantly. “Peter has offered…to take you as a mate, if you feel as if you need to.”

Genim looked over at said man who was talking with a few others of the pack. He must have felt Genim’s gaze because he looked over and gave him a small smile before turning back to his conversation. “I already have a mate.”

“Father died trying to protect us. I’m sure he would not want you to wallow on his death.”

“Well he should have thought about that before he went off and died!” Genim snapped. “He may have died but he is still my mate, and I will not betray him. One day when you have a mate you will understand.” Genim left Božský standing there and went over to talk with a few new mothers of their pack.

Božský was Alpha in all but Title. I stayed until he was named Alpha. I left with Kedric only three weeks after the Ceremony. I had planned on leaving Kedric behind but he cried and screamed and I didn’t have the heart to leave him behind. Božský gave me a hooded cloak. It had a triple spiral on the back, the symbol of our pack. A similar one was made for Kedric. He said they were for protection, should we come across any wondering packs. We’re five days into our journey and things appear to be going well. Kedric has accepted to nomadic live quite quickly and often talks about venturing back to the pack in a few years to tell of our travels. I don’t have the heart to tell him I have no intention of returning to the place that reminds me of what I’ve lost.

Stiles flipped through the rest of the journal. “It’s empty.”

“What?” Derek asked puzzled.

“It’s empty, it just stops.” Stiles flipped desperately through the pages. “It can’t just stop.”

“It can.”

“No it can’t!” Stiles yelled angrily, trying to will words onto the empty pages. “You-he died! He died and he left me-him alone and I don’t-he doesn’t…this can’t just end like that.”

“Calm down Stiles.”

“Calm down, calm down? You want me to calm down after reading this after he died, after you died. I don’t what’s real or what’s not. What did or didn’t happen and I just, I don’t-” He threw the journal across the room in an angry fit. “Everything is all messed up in my head I hear his voice in my head and I can’t think straight anymore. It’s like he wants to talk to you, but not to you and I don’t know what that means and I can’t make it make sense.”

“Genim?”

“Derek, that isn’t funny. I’m trying to be serious and you’re-mmh.” Derek’s lips pressed violently against his. A hand found its way to curl possessively around his neck and pressed him impossibly closer. Teeth nipped at his lips before a tongue forced its way into his mouth. He let out a surprised squeak when Derek sucked greedily at his tongue. They parted with an audible smack and thin strand of saliva connecting their lips.

Derek gave him a filthy grin. “I have waited many, many years to be able to do that.”

“Derek?”

“Yes and no.” Derek cupped both Stiles’ cheeks with his hands

“Stiles.”

“Your name is Genim. Even if you try to use the ridiculous name both you and my mate are so fond of.”

“What?”

“You have his necklace,” His head nodded toward the jewel around the teen’s neck. “his journal.” He caressed the soft flesh in his hands. “And your resemblance is unsettling.”

“But I’m not him.”

“I know you aren’t. You two just happen to have the same soul.” He took a deep breath. “And the same scent.” He tapped the jewel of the necklace with his finger. “I promised you that no matter what, I would find you, if you wore this.”

“You promised Genim, not me.” Stiles corrected.

“You are Genim.”

“I’m not him.” Stiles said sternly.

“You are.” Stiles yanked his head out of the wolf’s hands and stood angrily.

“I am not who you’re trying to make me out to be.”

“You are him. And you need to keep your promise.”

“I didn’t make a promise!”

“You did! That night when we were in the forest you made a promise to me while we made love. You made a promise to me.”

“I didn’t!”

“You did!” Derek growled.

“I did no-“The words suddenly spilled from Stiles’ mouth on their own. “Ak nájdete ma, a ja nie som vlk sľubujem, že vám ma uhryznúť. Ak chcete s vami tak, že nemôžem byť s tebou. Mladí, starí, chlapec, alebo dievča, môžete mi dať sústo. Sľubujem.”

Derek smiled. “You remember.”

“He promised to let you bite him. To make him to a wolf. I’m not- I don’t want to be a werewolf.”

“You promised.”

“He promised.”

“Genim…Stiles…please I am begging you. Give me this one thing, and I will never ask for anything from you two again.”

Stiles didn’t know what to do.

Stiles watched over a sleeping Derek as night went to day and back. When the wolf finally stirred his eyes instantly landed and locked onto Stiles. Stiles gave him a small smile. Derek looked him over as best he could from his position next to him on the basement floor.

“You okay?” Stiles nodded. “Did something happen?”

“That depends on your definition of something.”

Derek sniffed the air curiously. “Are you bleeding?”

“Nope. I’m good.” He gave Derek a huge smile.

Derek slowly sat up. “Where’s the journal?”

“In the box.”

“Where’s your necklace?”

“With the journal.”

“Where was I when this happened?”

“Passed out on the floor like a poor damsel in distress.” Stiles said with a smirk, Derek glared. “The not you Derek had a conversation with me before you passed out.”

“Did something happen?”

“I already told you no.”

“Are you lying?”

“No.”

“Stiles-”

Stiles’ eyes flashed green causing the older wolf to cut himself off. “Everything’s fine. I promise.” Derek stared at the glowing green eyes. “Do nového začiatku(To a new beginning).

~THE END~

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What You Don’t Know May Hurt You

Thu, 08 Mar 2012 01:28:00 GMT

Title: What You Don’t Know May Hurt You

Word Count: 2,671

Rating: R

Warning(s): Mentions of child abuse, (undetailed) rape of a child, language.

Summary: Jensen thought inviting Jared’s parents over for the week would be a great surprise. He never thought it would turn out to be the biggest mistake of his life. (Jared 21/ Jensen 25)

What You Don’t Know May Hurt You

Jared stared with wide shocked eyes at his parents on the other side of the door with luggage in hand. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Jensen invited us for the week.” His father said with a smile.

Jared made no move to let them into the house. “Aren’t you going to invite us in?” His more said with a small chuckle. Jared gave his parents a jerky nod before stepping out of the way and allowing them into the house. He stared nervously at his parents as they examined the house. “You’re house is nice. Explains why you left in such a hurry.”

Jared fought back the urge to flinch at the biting words disguised as a complement. “Jensen wanted me to move in with him. I couldn’t say no.” He answered softly. “I’ll show you the living room.” He led his parents to the living room and told them to sit where ever they would like. “Do you want anything to drink? I have tea, lemonade, pop, water, and juice.”

“I’ll have water.” His mother said with a bright smile.

“I’ll have a beer.” His Dad said gruffly.

“We don’t have any.”

His father narrowed his eyes. “What kind of Texas boy doesn’t have beer?”

The pregnant kind Jared thought. “I’ll call Jen and see if he can pick some up.”

Jared disappeared into the kitchen and quickly dug his cell phone into his pocket and Dialed Jensen’s number. “Hello?”

“Jen I need you to come home.” Jared said quickly.

“Is everything okay? It’s the baby okay?” Jared could hear the near panic in Jensen’s voice.

Jared placed a hand on his covered rounded stomach. “The baby is fine. Its…my parents are here.”

“Shit! I was trying to get there before them. Hanna called and said Callie was sick so I had to pick up Aiden from her house.”

“You have Aiden with you?” Jared could feel his heart racing.

“Yeah the play date was canceled. But I it’s okay, because that means he finally gets to meet his grandparents after three years of pictures and phone calls.”

“Take him to Chris and Steve’s.” Jared said suddenly.

“What?”

“Jensen, please just take him over there.”

“Jared what-”

“Please!”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be home in a bit.”

Jared grabbed the bottle of water from the fridge and headed back to the living room, handing the cold beverage to his mother. “So do I finally get to meet my grandson in person?” His mother asked with a huge smile.

“Not today. He’s staying at a friend’s house.” Jared could see the obvious disappointment in his father face.

“Well that’s okay we’re here for the week.” God he just wanted to punch that disgusting smirk off his fathers face.

The family fell into silence that was only broken once Jared heard the sound of keys in the door. Jared quickly headed to the front door and pulled Jensen inside. “Why did you invite them here?!” He whispered harshly.

“I figured since you haven’t seen them since you moved out that you would want to.”

“They call often enough that I don’t get a chance to miss them!”

“Jared why are you acting like this, I thought you would be happy.”

“You don’t understand.” Jared said defeated.

“Then help me understand.” Jensen pulled Jared close. “We’re getting married and having another baby, don’t you think they should know?” Jared buried his face into Jensen’s neck deciding not to answer.

“Sweetie, is Jensen here?” Jared could hear his mother calling.

“I don’t want them here all week. Send them to a hotel.”

“Jared we have plenty of room for them to stay here. It’d be stupid to send them to a hotel.”

“Then I want Aiden to sleep with us.” Jared said with such an air of finality that it threw Jensen off.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes I just…Aiden is sleeping in our room, okay?”

“Sure.” Jensen shrugged, gave Jared a quick kiss to his forehead, then left to greet his future in-laws.

Jared stood awkwardly in the door way watching as his parents greeted Jensen with open arms and smiles. With cracked jokes and firm handshakes that made Jared want to scream. How can the man that made him afraid to sleep at night and the woman who encouraged him at as if nothing is wrong, as if they’re perfectly normal parents, perfectly normal people. Jensen flopped into his favorite lay-z-boy and his mother took the arm chair leaving the only open seat next to his father on the loveseat.

“Don’t hover in the doorway. Come have a seat honey.” Jared gave his mother a weak smile before hesitantly sitting next to his father. “So, Jensen, what’s with the sudden invitation to your home?”

“We have some news we want to share.” Jensen said with a wide smile. It faded slightly when he saw the way Jared was staring at the floor. “Jared you okay?”

Jared’s eyes flew up to meet Jensen’s. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah I just…I need a drink.” Jared rose from his seat and disappeared once again into the kitchen. He yanked out his phone and dialed the familiar number. “Pick up. Please please please pick up.”

“’Ello?”

“Chad?”

“Jared? What’s wrong?”

“Chad I don’t know what to do.” Jared was nearly in tears.

“Jared you’re scaring me.”

“My parents.” Jared whispered in distress.

“What? What about them?”

“They’re here.” Jared wiped away the tears in his eyes.

He could hear Chad shuffling around on the other end. “Where’s Aiden?”

“He’s with Chris and Steve. They said he could stay until tomorrow. Chad I don’t know what to do. They’re staying here for the week.”

Chad let out a sigh. “Why?”

“Jensen invited them.”

“What! He invited them over after what they did to you! After how they-”

“He doesn’t know.”

“I thought you told him?”

“I did…I just didn’t tell him who it was.”

“Look I can be there in 15 minutes.”

“No! Don’t come over…atleast not today. I don’t want them to get suspicious.”

“I’ll be over tommow then.” The pair fell quiet. “I love you Jared. No matter what. We’ve gone through entirely too much.”

“I love you too chad. See you tomorrow.” He hung up his phone with a tap of his finger. He took a deep breath and gathered himself together before going back into the living room to find Jensen hugging his mother who had a huge smile on her face and held Jensen tightly as his father clapped him firmly on the back.

Jensen watched with a smile as Jared’s mother wrapped her son in a hug and congratulated him on his engagement and pregnancy. He ignored Jared’s halfhearted thanks and watched as his father enveloped him in a tight hug. He could hear Jared’s breath hitch and feel him tense from across the room. He watched as Jared only tensed further when his father buried his hand in his hair and ran a hand along his back and whispered what he assumed to be words of congratulations to his only son.

Jared forced himself to remain still as his father ran his hands over his slightly rounded stomach and kissed at the taunt flesh. Even though he spoke to his unborn grandchild Jared knew that wasn’t the real reason his father kissed and caressed his stomach. He used every ounce of will power he had not to throw up.

~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2*~

Jared’s awkward behavior seamed to only intensify as the day and weekend wore on. At dinner Jared seamed to continually fidget in his seat and only spoke when he was asked direct questions and was quick to excuse himself. On the same night he stumbled across Jared and his father speaking in hushed voices outside of their temporary bedroom. His father cupped his face a way that Jensen did on multiple occasions and when instead of moving away from the intimate gesture he just looked down Jensen quietly disappeared into their bedroom. When Jared appeared thirty minutes later in tears he just held him tight unsure of what to say.

When Aiden came home early the next morning Jared wouldn’t allow him to be alone with his grandparents for more than five minutes and that was pushing it. Jensen tried to get him to leave Aiden alone so he could get to know his grandparents but Jared refused. Chad had stopped by for a few hours and he, Jared, and Aiden had disappeared for a few hours leaving him alone with Jared’s parents.

He listened with awe and mild confusion as they talked about Jared growing up. He also noticed that they called him everything but Jared. Jay-Bird, sweetie, honey, champ, Tris, and JT. It wasn’t so bad until his father started calling him his baby. When he first said it Jensen thought he misheard but when it was repeated Jensen knew it wasn’t. dinner that night was just as awkward as the night before if not more so. Jared spent the entire meal focusing on Aiden and occasionally eating his own food. He left the instant Aiden finished his food and went to give him a bath. Jared’s mother, after some protest from Jensen, decided to do the dishes so Jensen went to find out where Jared was.

“-want you in here.” Jared whispered.

“I just want to help him get dressed.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Baby-”

“Don’t call me that.” Jared whispered in anger.

There was a soft. “Need help.” And Jared firmly shut the door and there was a sound of the lock sliding in place. He disappeared into the open bathroom before Jared’s father noticed he was there. He had resorted to sneaking around his own home to figure out what was going on between Jared and his parents. And that night as he lied in bed curled around their son everything suddenly clicked into place. When Jared walked into the room Jensen spoke before he lost courage.

“I need you to tell me the truth.”

Jared froze. “You already know.”

“I need you to tell me.” Jensen said firmly.

“You know I was molested for most of my life.” Jared said softly. “What do you want me to say?”

“Why are you afraid of your parents?”

“I’m not afraid of them.” Jared said softly.

Jensen sighed and walked over to Jared. “I see the way you flinch and tense around your father. The way you get agitated every time your mother speaks. Just tell me Jared…please.”

~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2*~

Five

Jared stared with wide eyes up at his father who stood in only a towel. His father was a tall man and towered over his small frame. “I want you to touch me.”

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to touch other people’s potty.” Jared said with wide eyes.

“But I’m not other people. I’m your Dad and you’re my Baby.” He father said as he pulled off the towel. Jared reached out hesitantly but stopped just shy of touch. “It’s okay.”

Seven

“Where’s my Baby?” Jared’s eyes grew wide when he heard his father knocking at his door and turning the locked knob. “Why did you lock the door Jared?”

“I…I’m not dressed.” Jared let out a yelp and flinched when his father shoved his door open. He stared with wide eyes as his father advanced and stuck him across the face.

“Never lock doors in my house, do you understand.” Jared nodded and fought back tears. “Now I want you to make it up to me for being difficult.” As his father spoke he unlatched his belt and opened his pants.

Ten

“Don’t!” Jared cried as his father pinned him to the bed. “Please!”

“Don’t cry baby I’m not going to hurt you. You’re too little for that.”

“Mom! Moooom!” Jared cried out for the only other person in the house. When she appeared in the door way Jared felt relief flood his system. “Help me!” His stomach dropped when he saw her reach for the handle and shut the door.

Thirteen

Jared felt disconnected from his body. He watched as he fingered himself for his Dad’s enjoyment as his mother cooked dinner downstairs as if nothing was going on upstairs. The sudden slap to his inner thigh yanked him back to reality. “Pay attention to me Baby. I told you to add another.”

“I already have three inside.”

The second slap was delivered to his cheek. “Do as your told.”

As Jared forced a forth finger inside of himself his mother opened the door and looked over at his father. “Dinner is ready whenever you two finish.”

Fifteen

“I-I have a boyfriend.” Jared said softly over dinner.

“No you don’t.” His father said sternly.

“H-his name is Jensen. He’s a s-senior.” He screamed and thrashed when his father grabbed him by his hair and dragged him up to his bedroom.

Jared’s mother sat the tumbled chair back up right and cleared the table. She hummed a random tuned that he only hummed louder when she heard the screams and pleas from her son.

Still fifteen

Jared lied on his side in the hospital bed as the doctor spoke to his father. “It appears your son has had a miscarriage. The fetus appeared to be around 4 months. Jared curled into a tight ball as his mind was swamped with the knowledge of his…sibling’s/child’s conception.

Seventeen

Jared quickly showered. Ignoring the pain that radiated throughout his body cause by his father. He quickly pulled his clothes and ran into his room where he hurriedly packed all his clothes. His father had left for work only 15 minutes ago and his mom left over an hour ago. Jensen was due to arrive with the next twenty minutes and would help him bring his bags down and into the car. The knock at the door had him dashing down the stairs with a huge smile on his face. He opened the door to see Jensen standing on the other side with a huge smile.

“Are you ready?” Jensen asked while swirling his keys around his fingers.

Jared gave him a deep kiss in greeting. “I’ve never been more ready in my life.”

~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2~*J2*~

Jensen stormed into their guest room and turned on the lights. “Get the fuck out of my house!” Jensen yelled as he yanked their things and tossed them onto the bed. “For three days I thought Jared was just being rude but it turns out it you!”

“What did we do?” Jared’s mother asked in surprise.

“You know what you did! Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Now Jensen, whatever it is we can talk about-”

“I don’t want you to talk I want you to get the fuck out of my house!” Jensen said harshly.

Jared watched through the small opening as his parents packed and left the house. He was pulled from watching his parent’s departure by Aiden’s soft voice.

“Daddy?”

“Yes Buddy?”

“I’m cold.”

“Want me to lay with you.”

“You and baby sister.” Aiden said groggily.

Jared let out a small laugh as he crawled into bed with his son. “You’re going to be disappointed when the baby’s a boy.”

“Grammie says it’s a girl.” Aiden said with a pout as he moved as close as he could to Jared.

“Grammie also said Dad was a girl, which is why she calls him Jen.”

Jared watched with a half-smile as Aiden played with his protruding belly button and slowly fell back asleep. He was beginning to dose off when he felt Jensen climb into bed behind him and pull him close. He ran a hand along Jared’s stomach and occasionally on Aiden’s hair.

“I’m so…sorry. If I had known I wouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay.”

“No it’s not it’s far from okay.”

“Jensen just go to sleep.”

“I can’t. Not when I-”

“Daddy I’m tired no talk. Just sleep.” Aiden mumbled.

Jensen opened his mouth to speak but decided to take his sons advice. They could talk in the morning.

THE END…Maybe…Probably

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