3: Moondust – part 5

Derek had been wrecked the moment his orgasm had washed over him in waves, to ensure the knot would do as it was intended. If this had been a mating between two different genders that was. His body didn't know the difference between male and female, it mostly reacted to the wolf being overwhelmed by the magic and pleasure, too out of it to have any kind of control. Knotting meant a perfect mating and he hadn't wanted to, not for their first time. It was too much stretching, too much of everything.

Stiles didn't seem to mind though, he frantically pleasured himself with quick strokes, coming between them and tightening around Derek, hard. The walls surrounding his softening cock and rock hard knot milked them both, a strangled moan coming from the back of his throat because everything was sensitive there. With a shiver he attempted to keep Stiles pinned so he wouldn't move, even though their position wasn't the most comfortable. The human had a heavy werewolf body on top of him, hopefully not crushing him because they were going to be like this for a while.

His warm breaths puffed against the red neck where his stubble had created some serious friction and there was the occasional twitch of his hips when the last spasms of his orgasm hit him. His heat covered Stiles like a blanket, warming him while the air around them was cooling down. The magic had settled… the bond had fully taken hold.

From now on, Stiles would be able to channel his energy to Derek if he had an overflow of magic. And he was going to be able to take from the wolf, that's why there were such bonds. Only it had been lore and nothing more, so this was new to Derek too. Yet he felt it, he felt they were connected through magic, felt how it had fed him because it had sensed his emptiness. It didn't heal his soul, but it was busy healing his body. He could already feel it running through his veins to deal with damaged cells as his whole body throbbed.

Derek's body was heavy and warm above him as he pinned Stiles to the seat. He literally couldn't move aside from breathing. But his bones were like jelly and his whole inside was a mess – and here he didn't mean what the knot did to him, even if thinking about the fact just how full he was now made him want to squirm and moan. It was so... deliciously dirty to his mind. One looking at him wouldn't be able to tell just how dirty his mind could get. Sure, there were the frequent double-talking and sex jokes, but none of his close friends knew just how dirty he could get when the person and the circumstances were right.

For example, now he wasn't appalled or panicked by the knot still locking their bodies together. No, he found it hot. Just like he found the signs of the wolf on Derek hot too. The claws, the alpha eyes and the slightly sharper teeth. He wasn't fully in his beta form, but Stiles knew, even that wouldn't bother him... He wasn't the average in this regard either.

"Sorry, about the...." About the knot popping, obviously, because Derek would have warned if he had known it was going to happen. To be fair, this was the first time he was even experiencing it.

"It's fine. More than fine, actually... A bit weird, but so very intense and overwhelming and... god, I don't have the words to describe how it feels," Stiles panted, slightly moving his hips as an experiment, but when the knot got caught on his rim and a nearly painful sensation flared up, he immediately settled back. No moving for a while then. But of course he had to try it. "I hope it won't be the last time, but just don't make a habit of it," he chuckled lightly and turned his face to kiss the side of Derek's head.

His fingers relaxed on the slightly bloody but completely healed back and began caressing the slick muscles. Their mingled scent was just as strong in the car like the smell of sex. It was nearly overwhelming but at the same time something that made Stiles so very content and at peace.

As he closed his eyes and sighed, he realized that the constant – sometimes nearly annoying – buzzing and swirling of his magic was now calmer and steadier. No sudden spikes that would require quite an amount of control from him, or fluctuations. It was now a steady hum in the back of his mind. He could also feel that strange bond to Derek... and he realized he could feel Derek too. It was just a glimpse of his emotions in the jumble of his own, but it was definitely not his.

"I can feel you," he blurted out surprised and in awe. "I'll also not apologize for the mess we did to your car. Or will once you pull your dick out," he chuckled again, playfully biting Derek's earlobe before purring satisfied. "You're amazing. You know that, right? If not then start believing it," the younger man murmured, clearly still too drunk on good sex and magic.

Of course Stiles had to squirm despite having a heavy alpha pinning him down, and it made Derek hiss when his knot was caught on the rim. The more the human would stimulate him, the longer it would take for it to go down because once it had shown, he couldn't will it to go away, it didn't work like that. They were tied together and it meant they were going to have to wait it out for it to go down enough to not cause damage when separating.

"It's my first time so it's not much of a habit," Derek grumbled, realizing how that sounded but then, this was Stiles, he didn't need to explain since obviously the other knew this wasn't his first time having sex. It did mean he didn't know how long they would be stuck like this, but he didn't mention that little detail. Shifting a little to be comfortable, he chuckled. "Yeah, I know you can feel me, it's a little too big not to feel it." And oh god, the mess..... Yeah, that was not going to be pretty. There was a lot of him inside of Stiles and it wasn't going to be magically absorbed by the body.

The wolf twitched a little at the playful ear biting, there was no way he could get hard anymore right now thanks to the knot but the biting did make him shiver. He loved biting. And Stiles was apparently more wolf-like than he had ever been before. It nearly made Derek miss the compliment but he had heard it so he couldn't pretend not to. He couldn't busy himself with anything else either. So he hummed in reply instead, not wanting to confirm nor deny. "Are you okay?" he asked instead.

Taking his impressive dick and then the knot, combined with all the magic, it could be overwhelming. Not that the human smelled of pain, there was discomfort, obviously, and there was going to be some for a few days because of this.

Stiles snorted on the joke regarding his size, even if he knew that Derek knew what he meant. He could feel it that he knew. It was frankly mind-blowing for him to now having these glimpses of Derek's emotions. He wondered if this would stay or fade away once they both fully came down from their orgasmic high.

"Oh really?" Stiles asked surprised. He thought that Derek had done this before, but apparently that wasn't the case. "How come it was your first knotting? I mean, I thought that as a born wolf it had happened before. And oh god! Does this mean I just deflowered Derek Hale???" he chuckled, rubbing his nose against a stubbly cheek, inhaling the man even more. Not that he wasn't literally all over him and his senses. "I hope it was just as good for you as it was for me, though," his voice softened, fingertips lazily running up and down on Derek's naked spine.

"I'm more than okay, to be honest. So high on you," Stiles giggled. "I'll feel this for days, though," he echoed Derek's thought. "Probably gonna walk funny for a day or two, but I'm not complaining. I feel... utterly and thoroughly fucked and messed up. But in a good way. How about you?"

"Please don't use the word deflowering and me in the same sentence," Derek deadpanned because that sounded so wrong. Technically maybe there was some truth to it, since Stiles had taken a first from him but there were going to be so many sexual firsts. He knew what Stiles was like, he was going to want to experiment. It was in his curious nature to explore their wants and needs, to make even this part of their relationship everything it could be. The Hale wasn't experienced, there were many things he had never done before but this was a pretty important first.

"I usually can control it and I never allowed it to happen." Of course it had to be different now, there hadn't been any control at all.

Stiles' fingertips ran along his back, smearing blood and sweat into his skin, the gesture itself loving and welcomed. It felt like the human was grounding him like this and he sighed softly, enjoying the feeling of them like this together, their mingled scent all over. "I feel…" He gave it a careful consideration how to explain it, because it was good, so good he had knotted.

"Almost like when I wake up after a big heal. Like I'm whole again, tired in a good way. I'm not as heal-stupid as I would be." Heal-stupid. With that he meant the way he wouldn't be capable to string along sentences nor understand much of what was going on around him. Big heals would take a lot out of him, especially if he was woken up too early.

"Ohhh, 'heal-stupid'? So that's how you call that state..." the detective mused on an 'oh now I get it' kind of tone. He had seen Derek like that a few times in the past and always found it strange. At first it confused him that he could barely communicate with him. He thought that the brooding Sourwolf was just... himself. But with time he managed to connect the dots that it was in relation to more serious healing sessions. Not that Derek would stick around most of the time when he could move. He was more like a lone wolf in this regard too and showed himself vulnerable only when he had no other choice.

"Your magic whammied me." In a good way. The thoroughly fucked part... that was still happening for Derek so he couldn't exactly say he was feeling like that, his body was still in fuck mode. To prove his point, his hips pressed forward with a small thrust, feeling the heat and wetness inside. "It'll take a while to go down."

"Oh god... Don't do that if you want me to calm down!" Stiles groaned from that tentative push, even if he knew that it was physically impossible for him to take more stimuli or for his thoroughly spent and oversensitive cock to come back to life so soon. And after three orgasms. The last erection was purely made possible by magic in the first place and he knew it would take a toll on his body, just like the still pulsing knot in him. It was so crazy, he couldn't even comprehend. But it was a good kind of crazy. Their kind of crazy. Something Stiles was quickly getting addicted to.

Noticing how Derek liked his stroking, he continued, slowly tracing the Triskele then each firm muscle under the warm skin. The wolf didn't complain about the clawing he did in his rapture, which was information to be remembered later.

"You came three times, you're not going to be anything but calm," Derek shot back with ease, chuckling at the protest. They weren't teenagers and even humans had their limits. It was going to take a few hours to even be able to get hard and hopefully that wasn't happening until Derek had pulled out. It should be uncomfortable, stuck together like this, sticky, naked in the car, leather sticking to them because of all the sweat and sperm. It wasn't. There was an ease to it. Though that could also be because of the fingers caressing his back, focused on gently exploring as much as possible.

"Well yeah. Even the thought of getting hard again is painful at the moment," Stiles chuckled. "By the way, I'll so even the score later. Much later," he grinned up at Derek, of course thinking about Derek being short on one orgasm compared to him. He let one hand slide forward, tracing the lines of the other man's broad shoulder, neck, jawline, lips, nose and forehead with his fingertips. As if mapping every feature and wrinkle, burning them in his memory. Because now he could do this. It's been something he wanted to do for years, to be honest. Who said he wasn't a secret romantic under all the babbling and running around in an attempt to save lives?

It wasn't something to keep score about, but of course Stiles would and no doubt make sure he'd get even before the day was out. Not that he needed to, making his boyfriend feel good was as much a reward to Derek as getting off himself. But he knew better than to object to it because a certain stubborn human wasn't going to listen to him anyways.

"Okkkay, fine, no mention of deflowering, although we both know I'm right," Stiles finally hummed smugly (and happily), just remembering that he had missed reacting to that. By then he was resting his head against the side of the other's. His body and magic kept humming from each hot breath against his oversensitive and stubble-burned – and marked – neck, but he wasn't complaining. Getting to know this side of Derek was fascinating to him, only stoking his curiosity.

And now Derek couldn't run away. Literally couldn't...

The smugness at having to be Derek's first was ignored, pointedly in a true Derek Hale fashion by refusing to acknowledge it was even said in the first place. Stiles was going to keep saying it for years to come, he knew that much. He was going to proudly announce deflowering Derek Hale, might even expect a high five for it. And the wolf was going to roll his eyes and glare at the raised hand, never ever giving a high five in return.

"Why didn't you let the knotting happen before? I have the feeling there's some wolf-meaning behind it. I mean... technically I know how knotting works. And that we are stuck like this for a while, leaving you vulnerable to my many questions..." he chuckled low and maybe a bit evil. "But you said 'usually'. So I assume this was an unusual situation for you too, not just for me and my magic. Frankly, I had no control over it. It... just did things on its own. Things I don't really know what they mean just yet. I just have a hunch. And it's... definitely connected to you now. Earlier you already had the ability to calm it down a bit whenever you were around me, but now... it feels very different. Settled and more balanced. I'm already feeding your physical body with it to make it heal faster. I guess you had noticed that too. You look... younger and healthier than when I had arrived at the house..." he pointed out his observation.

Aaaand of course the ease was shattered when the human realized the advantage he had at the moment, making full use of it. Stiles was a deviant like that – smart, not above using moments like these. As had been proven when he had pimped Derek out to Danny by forcing him to change shirts.

Raising himself on his elbows, Derek gave the one beneath him a look for daring to use the knotting while word vomit was still coming out of that busy mouth. “I didn't want it to happen with the people I've been with. It's...." He didn't want to use the word special but that's exactly what he meant. It was something very intimate to be locked together with Derek unable to go anywhere without causing both partners serious damage. "Intimate" was the word he settled on. "I had no control either, not enough to stop it." Or the beta shift, that happened too. And sure, he nodded to the bond thing but he didn't want to talk about it right now. Didn't know enough about it to offer more on it. They both felt there was something going on, wasn't that enough?

"It's why I call it heal-stupid though, this. I feel your magic within healing." Unfortunately, Stiles had seen him in that state a few times because he had been too weak to run off just yet. Usually he'd hide and heal some place private, away from curious eyes, some place where he felt safe enough to give into what his body needed. When he was in such a state and awake, he was more wolf-like, unable to think beyond basic needs. He was vulnerable when requiring hours or days to heal. He needed to be with people who would understand his behavior and not do anything to make him lash out. Which had always been nobody but Cora.

Stiles stood Derek's look and listened to his answers. His contemplative expression lit up at the end, making him pull his perfectly bow-shaped lips into a soft smile. "You know, you make me feel all mushy and special inside," Stiles confessed without knowing that he just echoed the wolf's thought. He rather focused on tracing his fingers down on Derek's stubbly throat, following the lines of his collarbones before dipping lower. He put his palm on the middle of the other's warm chest with long fingers splayed out.

"Yes, it's repairing damaged cells your own healing-factor couldn't fix yet." It was an interesting sensation. Stiles' magic was barely noticeable, but there, working quietly in the background. "You feel stronger and healthier. I'm happy I can at least help you physically while I keep searching for the metaphysical help for your soul."

"You are special." Simple as that, Stiles was very special or they wouldn't be here now together. Derek suspected Deaton had always known about it, but hadn't pressured into it because the vet knew how dangerous life as a druid was, especially when linked to a pack like the Hales. Even if there hadn't been that spark of magic though, it would still make him different because of who he was, how he handled everything. Stiles was one of the few people able to deal with Derek for longer than a couple days, one of the few people willing to look beyond the alpha's looks. Following the hand as it moved down to his chest, he felt more than saw how the warmth intensified at the touch, magic flaring up but not like before.

"My healing was stunted for a long time and no matter how much I slept, it wouldn't kick in." Its first concern had been to heal the broken arm and other bones Derek had been suffering from when it had started working, and after that it did what it needed to do, except touch up on the weight loss and aging. Maybe it was a physical representation of the trauma, but Derek was seeing Deaton's sister for counseling and was attempting to get back to having some sort of life. Except now, with Stiles here, he had more of an idea where to go with his life instead of only focusing on Elizabeth. "It'll be good not to see a stranger in the mirror."

The aging was unnatural, a side effect of him feeding his energy to Beth. Perhaps punishment for it since everything always came with a price. Or because of what had happened in Hell, his body had been through too much to heal. "But I don't want you to exert yourself to help me." All this magic inside of him, it shouldn't come at a price for Stiles, he was only human after all.

Stiles couldn't help a blush coloring his cheeks from Derek's compliment. Because it was one. Which made his heart flutter. Derek thought he was special. And there was no sarcasm or joking intent behind it. He had heard it in a degrading way more than once while growing up. He was usually the odd one out, the weirdo with his ADHD and hyper-activeness. Paired with Stiles being too clever for his own good only added to that and led to some verbal and physical bullying in school. Looking back, he knew that those kids just couldn't understand him being different from them, but it didn't hurt less back then – especially after witnessing the death of his mother. Kids can be cruel. He had learned that the hard way. Luckily he always had Scott to have his back. This was one of the reasons why he only had a handful of close friends. Really showing himself has always been a struggle for him. That's why he tried to hide behind his dorky and usually cheerful side.

But Derek had seen him literally at his worst and he still managed to say these words in a way that warmed him from head to toe, making something flutter in his chest and his magic to swell and surge forward a bit. Derek got it. The isolation, the difficulties with opening up to others, the tragedy, the death and destruction... the forced killings... and that there was much more behind the surface. It made Stiles feel safe and understood, putting his mind more at peace.

Sliding his hand up from the naked chest to Derek's nape – by then officially his most favorite spot on him – he sighed contented and happy. "The Universe balances things. You've been around Deaton and his sister enough to know that. Everything happens with a reason. You might have suffered unspeakable things in Hell in order to save your daughter, but the Universe gives back. I have a strong feeling that getting us closer was the plan all along. To let me help heal you. Maybe even find a solution to your soul problem," Stiles mused, his fingers stroking the short hairs and the smooth skin on the back of Derek's neck. "This feels right to me and my magic. But I'll let you know if that changes," he promised and pulled him down for a soft kiss.

The Universe in a balance – it was a druid thing to believe in, because Derek certainly didn't at all. What kind of balance did he get after he had lost his family and his home, then years later his sister? What balance was there for him to make amends for getting his family killed by helping the teens in this town, only to end up used and abused for it? What balance was there for being in Hell? Life sucks, that was the gist of it, and it had good moments and it had many bad ones. There was no balance and that was fine, he wasn't expecting anything.

"We found each other because we belong together." The Universe had little to do with it; the Universe cared little about it. This was their attraction and love finding a way, this belonged to them and he wasn't going to let anything take credit for it. Screw the Universe.

The kiss was sweet and gentle, lacking the heat since they were all lusted out for now. Derek wanted to just be here together and enjoy this moment in their own private bubble for as long as it would last. There was a testing move but no, that was still too big to pull out so they were going to have to remain a while longer like this.

He stopped leaning on his elbows to stretch out again, resting his head so he could nuzzle against the pale throat again. The magic wasn't going to change, this was the bond. It was going to flow from Stiles to Derek and back. If there was too much for a human body to deal with, it would find its way to the werewolf because he could handle it without problems. They were one another's shield in a way, or so he assumed. They really had to get some more information on this once he told Stiles.

Stiles only rolled his eyes at Derek's clear denial about what he just suggested, but it was okay. Even if neither of them could see the bigger picture as he believed, if this was true then how this worked was so very complicated that no being could comprehend. Just guess. Try to make sense of it. Search for answers. For more knowledge. And that's what life really was about, in Stiles' opinion: changing and learning and bettering one's self. Even if the dark times could be overwhelming and crushing. Like the death of his mother and what had happened with Void. Like all the tragedies in Derek's life and especially his recent trip to Hell, which still had its effects and marks on the man above him.

It was a good thing that Stiles' mouth was occupied by its pair, because it helped him stop from voicing these thoughts. This wasn't the time for that. Maybe one day. Now he rather chose to give himself to the soft kisses and Derek's nuzzling against his throat – which by then smelled more like Derek than his own self. Not that he would mind it. He knew they would have to treasure such peaceful moments they could share, because the wicked rarely rested in this town.

There was a slight discomfort from the probing, but then they settled and some mostly comfortable silence fell on them for a couple of minutes. Right until Stiles swallowed against the man's lips on his skin and returned to drawing random shapes onto the naked back.

"Spit it out. Your thoughts are making hearing mine difficult..." he lightly scratched the warm back to draw Derek's attention back from his thoughts. "What is it?"

Of course, so much for not telling Stiles yet. He could lie, he could avoid it, but for one he was a terrible liar if he had to talk and it was hard to avoid anything when he was literally stuck to a detective who knew him all too well. It was better this way, it made sense to tell him, it was only fair but there was so little he actually knew about it. And there was a chance Stiles would move at the revelation and that was going to be very uncomfortable for both of them. Settling back on his elbows so he could press his lower body down to pin the human there, he licked his lips. Spit it out. Right.

Derek was bracing himself and their bodies for what he was about to say, so that cued Stiles in that this was going to be important and big. He could see from the wrinkle that appeared between the other's thick brows that Derek was thinking hard how to say it. Stiles' fingers itched to reach up and smooth that wrinkle out, but he left them on the wolf's back both not to make this more difficult for him to phrase and as reassurance too. He knew this was going to have a big impact on Stiles' life too, but he was ready. He's been ready for a long while.

"I think I know what happened between us. With the magic." It was stunted; of course it was stunted and short because he never knew what was important to tell and what wasn't. Others got stuck in the details so often and he always gave too few of them, creating miscommunication. It was why Scott often had accused him of keeping something from him. It wasn't even on purpose, Derek hadn't thought it would have mattered all that much, wouldn't have changed the outcome. Or he read about it later and hadn't thought to mention it because let's face it, in the past people had been too busy hating on him to even want to listen to a word he said. That changed with time, until he was the one to come to for advice and he didn't want that to change again. So he should share the little he did know at least.

"I thought it was a myth until it happened with you. We have a bond now." Derek knew what was about to come out of Stiles' mouth if he wasn't quick to continue. Something along the lines of 'No shit, Sherlock.' His look pretty much was already saying that. "An emissary bond."

The pinned body did jerk a bit as the words started making sense in Stiles’ mind. He didn't doubt them. It rang true to his ears and his magic gave an agreeing pulse too. He inhaled a bit sharper, but focused on calming his body not to make any sudden moves and cause them both discomfort and possibly pain too.

"An emissary bond..." he echoed on a whisper, his mind getting filled with endless question marks. Of course, he knew about pack emissaries because of Deaton and his sister. But they were very secretive about their ways. They usually talked about keeping the balance. So Stiles was... right. He was apparently going to keep Derek's and his pack's life in balance? It looked like it. It wasn't really a choice anymore, because the bonding already happened, but Stiles had no intent on doing anything against it.

On the contrary, it all started to make sense to him. Why he and Derek have been gravitating towards each other for years. Why his being and magic felt calmer around the alpha. Why it was impossible for him to forget this man, even with the distance put between them. Why it was easier for him to understand this Hale. Why it was so easy to melt into his touch...

"Why did you think it was a myth? You didn't believe Deaton having such a connection to your mother? Or you just thought it could never possibly happen to you? And... wow... Just wow... It makes sense now... I'll need more information on this..." he trailed off. This time it was Stiles who got lost in his thoughts, digesting the news.

"I didn't even know Deaton existed until Laura mentioned him when we were living in New York. You guys met him long before I did." Of course it made sense because he had been a teenager at the time, a beta at that. Laura had been the one trained to become an alpha, she had been an adult and she had been the eldest. Derek had never been part of pack business that much, he had school to worry about, hunters... Regular teen wolf things. Talia had never been too keen on sharing, if anything, she had often taken memories. One of the reasons why Derek never did it, because it shouldn't be up to somebody else to decide what you're allowed to remember. Maybe he had met Deaton but he didn't remember, it was hard to say. "So yeah, I mostly read about emissaries in books."

It wasn't great to talk about it while they were knotted. The conversation was intimate enough without adding the locking together part to it. But he attempted to ignore that. "It wasn't until I realized Jennifer and Kali had been lovers that I was slowly seeing how it worked. And then Deaton vowed to help me after Kate had de-aged me. It was the way he had said it that I realized he had been in love with my mother. By then I was an omega so pack structures didn't matter." It had been an interesting thing he would have wanted to know more about, however too much had happened and it hadn't been that important really.

Being Alpha again, that had happened in Hell. A recent development, a reminder that the tattoo on his back was always right. It would always be a change of ranks and it could alter often in the lifetime of a werewolf. "I don't really...." he sighed, he didn't really know much but he knew some. "The bond is for the wolf to be the anchor to the druid. He takes the overflow of magic, helps settle it, stores it. The emissary can give and take magic from his anchor and he helps the pack protect their territory."

Stiles’ fingertips twitched on Derek's back as he held himself back from moving while listening to what was being said. Not that he could move much from the way Derek locked him in place, knot still buried deep. It did shift the atmosphere between them from the pleasant afterglow to a more serious one. Stiles wanted to pace, to let his fingers fly over the keys of his laptop to do more research, because this was very little information and he already knew some of it. But he also knew that he was not likely to find a 101 on how to be a pack's emissary and how this bond works... For that they would have to make a visit to Deaton at some point.

"My 'Spark' first awakened when I wanted to protect everyone from Jackson... I wanted to protect you and your pack too, so that's why I was so reluctant to lock you all inside the mountain ash circle. It was the opposite of what I wanted deep down. Being around you more only made it slowly grow. As if it knew its anchor was close and would be ready one day to bond with it..." he mused, thinking back. "And it happened now. Ever since I arrived back and got near you again... something's been different. I don't know exactly what, but since I stepped through the door, it took more effort to keep my magic under control. It's been growing faster this time. Maybe because I haven't seen you in years. Maybe it wanted to 'make up for the lost time' or something. And now..." he held up a slender hand between them, the amber color of his magic getting stronger in his irises again as he looked at his hand, watching the golden energy lazily swirling around it and the fingers. "Now it's even stronger. I wonder where that would stop..." he added as an afterthought more to himself.

Just how powerful could an emissary become? Did it depend on an alpha's strength too? Or did an emissary's power add to the alpha's as well? So many questions...

"You've been practicing, you said. You have druid tattoos." Of course the magic would be stronger now and respond to Derek's own wolf magic like that. Because he was an alpha without an emissary and Stiles had all the potential to be an emissary so the magic had made the decision for them. That combined with the attraction they already had for years but never had acted on, it made it all fall into place now. It most likely never would have gotten this strong if the human hadn't expanded, if they hadn't met. If Derek hadn't become an alpha again. All those factors had fallen together and created where they were at now.

Obviously Stiles was strong if he could summon the magic like this, if he could heal a broken werewolf. But there was no answer to it, not from him at least. "I don't have more answers for you. I know Deaton is more powerful than he lets on but where it stops..." He would have shrugged if they weren't locked together so instead he arched away from the magic, Stiles had given him so much already and they weren't ready for another round of crazed bond sex yet. "Maybe he's willing to give answers for a change."

That was a big maybe. The two druids in town were not informative, they were closed off and only shared what needed to be shared. If they thought it would serve their greater good or they wouldn't even say anything at all. It was why he wasn't too fond of the vet. The man had too much of an own agenda for Derek to be able to trust him with much. Healing and potions, sure. But his sister had happily locked Derek and Scott in with two feral betas, because the outcome was needed. Whatever the outcome was going to be.

"Yes, I've been learning the basics with my witch friend who knew a druid in the past. She has two books of his. It was a good way to start to learn how to control and channel it. The tattoo on my back serves that purpose too. It helps me summon and focus the magic. To ignite the Spark as Deaton liked to call it. The tattoo on my chest is against possession," he said then noticed Derek leaning away from his hand and magic. It stung on a basic level and he closed his hand into a fist to make it slowly disappear. "Sorry."

Clearing his throat, he flashed a smile at him and focused on calming his powers down, his hand resting on his own stomach now. "Yeah, maybe we're gonna get lucky with Deaton this time. It's always like pulling teeth with him," he chuckled shortly then sighed. "But things are different now. More serious. We are bonded. He'll probably be willing to give advice and maybe train me some time. I'll have to – both to help protect you and the pack and to control my magic. I just hope I won't become so cryptic like them. Talking in riddles and stuff..."

He'll have to find a way to balance not just his blooming relationship and the new bond with Derek, but his life back in Frisco and here. Because he will have to go back soon for a while. Even if the idea made a sharp pain stab him in the chest just from thinking about leaving Derek behind. Another sign of just how messed up they still were from the settling bond. This would need some time to get used to...

"Don't be sorry, I just… The bond is new and it'll create pleasure which is..." It was too much right now. It wasn't because he feared the power, or that he didn't want to be touched but the knot was finally going down so yeah, he'd like to pull out first before the human would make him hard again. He'd protest that it wasn't possible but he had a feeling anything was at this moment. At least talking about Deaton for this long was somewhat like a cold shower and helped things along nicely even though it was uncomfortable to talk about this when they were tied.

He liked Deaton just fine but he didn't trust him and that was paramount to him. He'd probably be willing to teach a new emissary, had to, because wasn't that like an alpha had an obligation to teach his bitten beta? It wasn't a rule but it was considered very rude not to, and it would ruin a reputation.

Stiles was thinking about something which made him uncomfortable, the wolf could sense it, making him frown. But he didn't ask because if it needed to be mentioned, Stiles would have. Instead he moved a little to test how they were doing.

"I'm going to pull out." It was done slowly, not that it prevented the mess. So much slipped out along with his soft cock in a gush... It made him blush because obviously it had been a while, this wasn't normally what happened, maybe? Not an expert on knotting so what did he really know? It didn't take as long as expected. It had been half an hour so that was manageable if he turned out to knot more often than intended.

Stiles' thoughts were interrupted by Derek and he nodded in agreement. As much as he liked to be physically one with Derek, he would have appreciated being able to move again as his muscles were starting to ache from being pinned down for so long. So he focused on relaxing his ass as much as he could then moaned softly as the knot finally slipped free. It was such a weird feeling, leaving him gaping and so very, very wet and... empty. He had to take a deep breath and reach up to run a thumb across the flush on Derek's cheekbone.

Stiles wasn't bothered by the mess they had made on the seat or the fact that he was still leaking steadily – especially when he experimentally clenched his muscles. It made him flush a bit too, but in a good way. "It's so... deliciously dirty, you know. I love it," he chuckled slightly out of breath and maybe a bit nervous too, not knowing just yet what Derek might think of his more... kinky side. Not that it would be a surprise to him, perhaps. Or at least Stiles hoped he was going to be okay with it. From his words he knew Derek wasn't that experienced in sex due to disinterest. But he, himself was quite a sexual and sensual being. Not that he would roll around in bed with everyone willing, but he had had his fair share of experimentation. He knew what he liked and he really hoped that they would be a match in bed too. Bond and magic or not... So far it was incredible.

The werewolf didn't really care about the mess either, because they had created it together and it was their scents, plus he liked the idea of other werewolves being in the car and clearly smelling what had happened here. And the sight of Stiles gaping like that was making him want to stick his fingers back in, even though that would be counterproductive to them not having sex again right now. It looked sensitive, too sensitive for Stiles to appreciate being tackled by Derek for another round right now. Instead he gave a filthy grin in reply to his human finding it deliciously dirty, answering what he thought of the kinky side with that.

"Good, because it'll be this dirty each time I knot." Of course he was planning on enjoying that kind of pleasure as often as Stiles would let him.

Stiles smirked content from Derek's dirty look and comment, humming and cursing low in agreement and anticipation. Then he just watched him reach for their clothes. He was starting to shiver now that the wolf's warm body was gone from above him. The nights were getting too chilly for getting naked outside – even if in a mostly sheltered car.

"There's a question for you... Are the stories true about the newly mated pairs of your kind? That they usually can't get out of bed for days? I'm just curious. I know we aren't exactly like those pairs as I'm human and you're a wolf..." Stiles trailed off in the by then dark car. The sun had set a little while back, but there was still enough light to see Derek's face.

As Derek reached for their clothes to find their pants and shirts, he paused at the question to look at Stiles with wide eyes. Had he really put it all together that fast? Did he realize it wasn't just an emissary bond? He called it mated, though did he mean mating as in sex with that or did he mean more? Was it more? It was to Derek. Suddenly speechless, he stared at the younger man, attempting to find words to answer what could be a harmless question.

When he did attempt to talk, it came out like a croak, which wasn't smooth at all. They were a mated pair now, him and Stiles. Together. And Stiles knew what it meant, had read about it, heard stories about it and he still accepted it. "What..." It was the most intelligent answer he could muster up right now and it wasn't showing much promise in communicative skills.

The younger man's brows pulled together a bit seeing Derek freeze up like that, eyes wide. Going speechless was nothing new so that didn't surprise him, though. "What's wrong? Did I stomp on some super-secret werewolf thing?" he asked, starting to feel unsure. He had no idea where that question came from, he just blurted it out without thinking. Sitting up with a slight flinch, he ignored the starting pains in his body and stroked along Derek's muscular arm. He didn't know about that second – and even more important bond – weaving itself through the emissary bond. His senses weren't that sharp just yet to notice something so subtle. So there was confusion in him as he looked back at Derek questioningly.

"You don't have to answer that. We should get going anyway," Stiles finally reached out with his free hand to take his T-shirt from Derek's hand. "It was a stupid question," he chuckled, occupying himself with struggling said piece of clothing onto his back. "We'll have to stop by at home to take a shower before you go to that dinner with Lydia and Beth," Stiles tried to change the topic, feeling just how stirred up it made the wolf.

A stupid question. Oh. Okay. Derek handed the shirt over and pulled his own on, followed by the rest of his clothes without even saying anything at all. The disappointment was heavily felt, because it felt like the human wasn't taking what was really happening all that serious. Of course he tried to tell himself that he didn't know what he was talking about, he wasn't wolf so he had no idea what it meant to mention a mating bond like that. Especially one the Hale was attempting to deny was going on.

As if it mattered, because emissary bond or mating bond, they were connections for life, not something easily broken and they most likely didn't want to. Deep in thought, he handed the other his pants and slipped into his boots, knowing he was going to have to clean the Camaro before the dinner as well. He was not going to put Beth into her car seat like this.

"You were invited too for the dinner." And they really should rush to get cleaned. The wolf leaned over to kiss Stiles, a peck on the lips really, as he moved to get to the driver's seat.

“Yeah, right. I forgot,” Stiles murmured absentmindedly but returned the kiss. Then he finished getting dressed and got out of the car to gather their stuff before the drive back into town. Obviously he did say something wrong, after all… But he’ll have to think about that later. They were already going to be late from the dinner.

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