Tasting Love

Stiles life wasn't supposed to turn out this way at all. Not even a little bit. Think of the smallest thing you can think of…yeah not even that small. After he was introduced to the world of werewolves and freakin' Kanimas he was pretty sure other mythical creatures of the night existed. It wasn't like he had planned to run into one though. Especially not a vampire.

"Wake up…wake up gorgeous…there you go, come on…drink" Stiles was slowly coming into consciousness. He could barely remember what happened to him. He had been driving on the road towards Jackson's house to make sure he stayed inside like everyone told him. But knowing Jackson he wasn't going to listen, so of course like everything else Stiles took it upon himself to make sure Jackasson stuck to the plan. When the kanima charged past his jeep. He let out a manly scream that only a manly five year old girl could unleash.

He swerved his jeep to the side of the road as he watched the kanima slip into the forest. Good thing he didn't crash into it, he wasn't sure how his baby would react into a head on collision with a human sized lizard human hybrid monster thing. It was already falling apart as it was. He remembers that much and getting out of the jeep walking into the woods (not such a smart idea) and dialing Derek's number to tell him he was following Jackson. .

Derek. Fuck…he never finished dialing him. Derek told him to stay out of trouble and now here he was in the middle of the woods just waking up from consciousness. He never listens. Well if Derek weren't such an ass all the time Stiles might actually listen to him sometimes. He loved his boyfriend, but he could be such a sour wolf sometimes. And who wants to listen to a sour wolf anyway? Stiles opened his eyes and was met with the lust filled was it lust? Yeah definitely lust filled gaze of a blue-eyed guy. He had to be at least eighteen. He didn't look much older than Stiles.

"Mm mh" Stiles grunted trying to pry his mouth off of whatever the fucking creep had just shoved into his mouth. His tongue rubbed against it and he was pretty sure it was something soft…and furry.

"Oh..you look so beautiful like this Stiles…so delicious…but you must drink" the young man let out with heavy breaths licking his longer than normal canines.

Drink what the fuck does he mean drink and what the fuck is up with his teeth? He thought frantically pushing the balls of his hands into the moist ground beneath him for leverage and tried to wriggle away. The young man was extraordinarily strong. He was only using one freaking hand to hold stiles flat to the forest floor. He cursed his frail frame, maybe if he were a big brooding werewolf he wouldn't end up in these situations. But that wasn't what he wanted. That was Derek's thing. Derek...wait until he finds out about this he's gonna kill me...if I even make it out alive.

Then something in him hummed slow and deep in his chest. It felt good, so good. It traveled from his chest to every bone and muscle in his body. Suddenly he recognized the taste in his mouth was. It was blood. Warm, heavy, salty…delicious blood? His brows went to knit themselves together in fury and confusion but slowly undid themselves as he closed his eyes; relaxing letting the rush flow over him.

A heavy thick metallic taste rushed over his taste buds like fire. The taste had just surged and became so much more, it was power, it was sex…it was food and he wanted more. He bit down harder and drew more blood from whatever it was in his mouth ignoring the low whimpering sounds coming from it. He was in a state of euphoria and nothing else mattered in the world. Not Jackson, the kanima, his jeep, his best friend Scott, the love of his life Derek, not even his dad. He just wanted more of this.

He felt his eyes grow warm and his skull and slowly opened them. They were an even brighter than they normally were. They were a golden brown shining bright in the forest surrounding himself and the young man.

After Stiles had completely drained the animal the young man threw it aside. Stiles looked over to see it was a wolf. He exhaled a blood scented breath and looked up into the young mans face above him. The man who had just made him feel so good inside. He turned his head to look into the woods. The darkness wasn't so dark anymore he could see around the deep woods completely the moon seeming to illuminate it so much more.

The young man pulled Stiles up, both sitting on the damp cold forest floor. Stiles turn back to face him moving his eyes across the strangers face. High cheekbones, full red lips, dark messy hair and piercing glowing blue eyes that sent a cold chill down his spine.

The young man placed his cold hand on Stiles cheek and smeared the blood around Stiles' mouth with his thumb.

"You did so well…" He said looking at Stiles lips like they were the most delectable things he'd ever seen. Leaning in close to Stiles' face lips barely touching each others…"We're going to have so much fun.."

Stiles…was he even Stiles anymore? Lips spread into a blood stained grin

"We are?" he whispered so lightly that a human would miss it. But obviously he wasn't dealing with a human.

The young man returned billboard worthy smile and leaned in even closer speaking into Stiles' lips

"Yes..yes we are"

Then he took Stiles mouth in a hot, blood flavored kiss. He sucked, bit and ravished Stiles mouth like everything he ever needed was hidden there. Stiles kissed back hotly, not caring that he had a boyfriend that he was in complete love with. That he would die for. That he would never ever cheat on. This was what he wanted.

Wasn't it?