7: Into the Night – part 3

In the bathroom Stiles lightly hissed when the warm water hit the bite on the back of his neck, but he began washing himself, fingers mapping out and cataloging all the new marks on his body, his heart fluttering pleased from the older and newer signs of being Derek's. It was such a head rush for the human that he pulled on an ass cheek a bit firmer to test just how sensitive he was. A soft moan left him as he kept his hand like that, the other leaning against the cool tiles while Stiles let the water rush down his crack, washing away the oozing cum. The tingling soon faded and became a soothing and cooling sensation against his sensitive pucker so he stayed in that position for a while to enjoy it.

Retrieving clean underwear and jeans from his bag, the Hale joined Stiles in the bathroom, finding him not in the tub but in the shower in the corner. Leaning against the tiles while the water streamed along his no doubt aching backside. As he joined, he glanced down, since it was right there. It looked red and puffy and painful but instead of feeling guilty, he was actually feeling a sense of pride since Stiles had let him do this, wanted it even. This hadn't been because he had been too rough by accident, this was because he had been rough by invitation and that made all the difference. There were old and new bruises, new hickeys and a bite mark while Derek's body was dirty but unblemished.

"Food will be here in thirty," he muttered against an ear shell as he pressed against the naked body to reach for the body wash.

Stiles could sense the quietly moving around wolf and his body heat even before he talked or pressed against him. His breath hitched, goose bumps breaking out on his skin, his whole being suddenly very aware of how close Derek was to him once again. In response of that his cock tried to stir alive, but Stiles wasn't sure if it was going to or not. He came only once compared to Derek, but his body felt kinda exhausted and certain parts certainly throbbing.

"Good... I'm starving like a wolf..." he chuckled on his clever pun, eyes still closed, but his face moved in the general direction of Derek's lips. He loved it so much when the wolf murmured low into his ear with his hot breath puffing against the sensitive skin. "After eating, we'll still have some time before heading to the animal clinic. Before we do so, I have some reading from Deaton's books to do," he murmured, listening to Derek's movements with the body wash. He hoped as hell that some of it would be rubbed on his pale skin too, because his muscles all of a sudden felt like lead but at the same time also relaxed from the warm spray of water.

It was crazy how good and intense it felt being close to his mate again, even if only minutes have passed since they were one and then lay plastered against each other afterwards in bed. The emissary wondered if this feeling would last for the rest of their lives. He guessed so. He hoped so. Because it quickly became his favorite feeling.

"You can lounge in bed and read, I promise I won't take advantage of you," the wolf chuckled as he spread the body wash in his hands so he could gently wash the grime from his mate's body. As much as he would love to go for another round, he could tell Stiles was all sexed out and was in more pain than he'd admit. So no, they weren't going to do anything even remotely sexual no matter how much either one of their bodies was into it. Instead he focused on getting the two of them clean while the warm shower would probably loosen up some of those aching muscles.

Freshly showered and clean clothed, Derek didn't even have time to put on a shirt when the downstairs doorbell rang. Instead he got some shoes on to run downstairs with his wallet, returning with the boxes of pizza and dessert and the bag with the two cups of soda. They were placed on the coffee table near the couch.

"Food." As if Stiles couldn't smell and see that for himself, the bed was right there. Singling out his long sleeved red thumb sweater, the Hale pulled it on, guiding his mate to the couch. "You can eat the whole pizza." It was sometimes surprising how much Stiles could pack away while he looked like he did. Black hole in his stomach or something or the magic was burning away calories like a work out.

Sex certainly burned some as well. The food smelled mouthwatering, and Derek didn't even wait, he was already opening a box to grab a slice because the younger man wasn't the only one starving. It felt like they were on their honeymoon in their own home but even Derek hasn't been here in a while.

After the shower Stiles felt much better and while Derek went down to get the food, he pulled his boxers and blue 'Nerd' T-shirt on, not bothering with jeans or shoes just a pair of warm socks yet. The loft felt a bit cold for his human self, especially after a warm shower and werewolf body around him. Perhaps it was the hunger too that kept his stomach grumbling in every few seconds now. And the use of magic from last night, which (along with their thorough lovemaking session) burned through the protein bars quickly.

Derek's obvious announcement put a smile on his face as he stopped checking his phone and let his mate guide him to the couch. He sat down on it a bit more careful than usual and once he found a comfortable position, pulled the whole box onto his lap, happily stuffing his face with the first slice. Until he sent the whole slice down, there was no peep from the young emissary – which could be kinda weird for most who knew the real him.

"This is so good..." Stiles finally talked, licking some warm meat sauce from the corner of his lips then took a sip from his soda too. "As much as I like pizza and ordering in, if we gonna spend more time here during our training, we should stock up on food and more essential stuff here too. And before you don't take advantage of me in bed time, you also promised a tour of the building to me," he looked at Derek and took another bite from his next slice, not being able to take his eyes off his mate, it seemed.

They were both on the couch, stretched out with a box of pizza in their laps, devouring a few slices before they slowed down to actually enjoy the taste of the food. They had both been starving for sure, having so much sex and the high of all the magic was burning through their reserves quickly. And with Derek's high metabolism, he was going to have to make sure he'd eat more than usual and keep shoving food to Stiles as well because he had that habit of forgetting to actually eat when engrossed in something he was interested in. Magic for sure was something he was very interested in.

After the second slice Stiles began feeling the devoured meat and food starting to hit his brain, firing it up and slowly chasing away the tiredness from his muscles. It was nice to be able to think a bit clearer too and he kept chewing away on the remaining slices in a steady yet slower pace. He had no idea just how hungry he really was. He could eat a lot, yes, whenever he didn't forget to do so and from Derek's look Stiles knew that he now had someone to pay attention to always replenish that kind of energy whenever he would forget on his own. It was a nice feeling to have someone who would care about his well-being, because he had gotten used to living alone in San Francisco and his diet often consisted of his meds, coffee, energy drinks and unhealthy fast food. Not that it would show on him. Living with Derek would certainly change that too as they had to cook healthy dishes for Beth too.

"I doubt we'll be up for groceries tonight so maybe tomorrow if we're not going ho… to your dad's place." Home had been the Stilinski house for months now, it was going to need some getting used to to have it changed back into the Loft. Which, to be fair, had never been much of a home. They were going to change that, it's why the tour was good. Stiles was a visual person, he liked seeing it beyond plans on paper. And Derek had never given anybody free reign to roam his building. He took another bite before he answered. "A tour's not a bad idea." It wouldn't take too long, then Stiles could focus on reading.

Derek had plans with a book too, or nap, sleep was also pretty nice in preparation for whatever it was Deaton had planned for them this time. It had been fairly easy on him yesterday, though the influx of magic had taken a considerable leap so it was either easier today or they were in for a rude awakening. With Deaton, it could go many ways and never one they'd like.

"Sounds reasonable," Stiles murmured around a huge bite of pizza, looking at Derek lost in thoughts for a moment from the way he stopped saying 'home'. Of course, this was a big change for the wolf too and Stiles hoped that he was really okay with it. Soon they were going to have to pack his things up in Frisco too and move them here to store them before the construction work can start. Paying the bills and rent in the big city was a waste of precious money Stiles couldn't afford for long, so despite the intense training Deaton had put them under, they were going to have to find the time to do that soon.

"During the tour you could show me where we are going to store my stuff from Frisco," he nodded, hinting at his previous thoughts. "We should move my shit over here at the beginning of the new year, I think," he added as an afterthought, stuffing his face some more before drinking more of his soda, eyes fixed on the remaining slices while doing so.

"The apartments are in decent condition, not as bad as the loft but I think the ground floor near the lift would be easiest." Moving wasn't a problem for Derek, he could lift a car without breaking a sweat and punch through concrete walls. But lugging things from the elevator straight into the loft was easiest and quickest. He had no idea if Stiles had a lot of things. He was certainly more of a hoarder with all his geek stuff of figurines, comics and video games than the Hale was. Once upon a time Derek had all those things too but after the fire he had never bothered to collect again. Except comics, there was a reasonable pile back in New York.

They had to get started on the Loft in the new year as well but there was a rut coming up in January and he had no idea what kind of a condition he'd be in once he got his soul back. And that was the most important. If he was balanced, then maybe Stiles' magic wouldn't be all over the place either. Though keeping an apartment in San Francisco without salary would be putting a sizable dent in Stiles' savings so... Maybe the soul had to wait longer.

"I have my rut in the beginning of January so we should move your things the first few days immediately. I'll be out of commission for a week or so." Depending on how bad it got this time. There was no way of knowing, it was his first one with his soul being in pieces, first one since coming back from Hell, first one when having bonds to maybe lessen the crazed phase? It all depended on what they were going to do even though Derek had the idea of hiding away and tough it out by himself. Like always.

His pizza was slowly disappearing as he ate, the greasy meat and tomato soaked crust was really good after sex and after the high of yesterday. Maybe that's why junk food was so popular.

"Sounds reasonable to pack my stuff there," Stiles agreed absently chewing on his current slice. There were four more in the box, but he was already eyeing one of the dessert boxes. He could leave those slices for later in case they end up here again after the training. "I don't think we would need more than the Camaro and my Jeep packed, so just one round of my shit to pack the cars full," he mused. "The rest I can go through and throw out or give away. We can do the moving during those first days. I'll text my landlord about the moving out in advance."

San Francisco was only a few hours away but with their connections, hiring or borrowing a van shouldn't be much of a problem and then Stiles could take it all and sort through it whenever he felt like it. "We'll get a van so you can take your time." Large vans weren't expensive to hire for a day and they could switch driving if they needed to. Stuffing everything in two cars seemed redundant and knowing the human, not nearly enough. Derek could pack everything in one duffel bag, Beth's things would be what would take a lot of room, he had very little himself.

Stiles only nodded to the idea of renting a van. Because yes, once again, it sounded reasonable and knew Derek would do it anyway just to keep things simpler and faster, even if Stiles would start arguing with him about it. So he let him have that. But not what came next.

Derek willingly mentioning the rut was new. Yes, he mentioned before when Stiles was reading through the werewolf book Deaton had lent him, but he kinda shied away from the topic and Stiles let him. But the time was drawing near when it would be a real problem so he knew they had to address it. And what better time than this?

"So... the rut..." Stiles paused, the remaining slice hanging from his mouth as he reached for his soda again then he took it out of his mouth in favor of taking a sip before continuing. "We should really talk about that. I know from you and the book that it lasts for like a week. And the book also detailed how... it affects you..." he mumbled, remembering it mentioning the werewolf's instincts going haywire, the burning need to mate taking over so strongly that it might drive weak-willed wolves crazy if there's no one to help them out. And by help they meant fucking them through the mattress (or any surface, really) repeatedly during that week.

Stiles wondered if Derek wanted him to be there for him and do that. And if yes, he also wondered if he had the stamina and physique to keep up with an in-heat werewolf. Perhaps he should ask Deaton about those balms so he could start making them in preparation. And maybe his magic could help him keep up and perform as needed. Not to mention that they would have to lock themselves away here for a week then and arrange for Beth to be looked after by his dad and the others...

"How do you want to do this? I mean... I'm ready to help you through it because I don't like the idea of you being in pain and suffering," he said nonchalantly with a shrug, but kept his observing eyes on Derek.

Stopping mid-bite, the wolf glanced at his mate. He had started the topic so he shouldn't be surprised Stiles took the opportunity to ask about it. "No." This was exactly why he had avoided talking about it, knowing the younger man would be willing and eager to help out without even knowing what it would mean for him. "For normal couples rut is pleasant, enjoying a few days of non-stop coupling because they start on time and don't wait too long for the one affected to be without control. We're not normal." It sounded harsh, and he didn't mean it like that, only he had no idea how else to say it because it was true, they weren't normal.

"In Hell my rut was forced on me each month, chained to a wall alone to be driven mad with need and since ruts usually happen once or twice a year, each month got worse. I was so delirious I chewed my arm off in an attempt to get free to get to somebody, anybody. I didn't succeed but there's a chance I've started associating violence with my ruts. I'll be so out of it that I won't care what body I sate myself on, or who has mine as long as there's sex."

And there was nothing sexy about a mindless beast rutting away, there was not going to be gentle aftercare or careful preparation. Normally heats were fine, because he had control, in the past. There was not going to be any now. And with the soul being as it was, he wasn't going to have the ability to stop when hurting Stiles. If anything, he feared he might only get more into it, or he'd try to get Stiles to attack him.

"I'll gladly share my future ruts with you, when I know for sure I won't damage you beyond repair."

Stiles was expecting some harsh comments, but for a few moments he couldn't stop feeling a bit hurt from the denial and Derek stating that they were no normal couple. He was right, though, and Stiles knew it well, so he stomped down on the hurt feelings and took a deep breath, really listening to Derek's points instead of letting himself work himself up and get pissed. He had managed to learn enough self-control over the years and in his work to take a step back and analyze a situation instead of barging into it hotheaded and driven by his emotions and instincts. In a way he became a bit more levelheaded when he remembered to remind himself of this technique. And now this topic was too important not to do so.

So he just sat there in silence for a minute or so even after Derek had stopped talking. Then he finally put the half-eaten slice back down and put the box and his drink on the coffee table so he could pull a leg up on the couch as he fully turned his body towards Derek. A sign that he meant it bloody seriously what he was about to say.

"These are all good points and reasons, Derek. I understand that we are never going to be a 'normal couple' per se. We are... obviously too complicated for that for many reasons. I also understand that your biggest fear is hurting me. Which you'd probably feel even if I was a werewolf like you too. I have the same fear too, though I know you are the one with the alpha power and fangs and claws," he smiled faintly at him then his expression turned bloody serious again. "But there's something that fear makes you forget about me. I'm a Spark now. I am magic, which I can use now to help," he said and as he was talking, he let said magic start to shimmer in his irises, the air around them getting charged with it, the faint scent of ozone probably already reaching Derek's sensitive nose.

"I also have other tricks up my sleeve. I can learn how to brew useful potions and put up protective wards... And hold you down if necessary so you wouldn't hurt either of us," he said as he flicked his hand towards Derek with a subtle move, the magic wrapping around the wolf nearly undetected. "Try to move," he said with a tiny lopsided smile. He wanted to demonstrate that he is powerful enough to hold back an alpha, if necessary. Even his mate.

"You are my mate. You didn't think that I'd really leave you on your own during your heat? Or let anyone else help on sating that heat? No. It's gonna be me with the appropriate preparations. And I won't shy away from asking Deaton to help in said preparations. I won't let you live through anything as bad as what was forced on you monthly in Hell. I refuse that possibility so get used to the idea that you'll get through your future ruts with me..." he said with determination and his tone leaving no room for objection as his magic kept Derek in place.

Derek has been steeling himself against the argument he knew was coming, Stiles wasn't going to simply accept it, which had been reason number two why he hadn't mentioned it yet even though it was coming up soon. Arguing now when they were getting used to their bonds, when they were still in their so called 'honeymoon phase' wouldn't be helpful to the cause of Stiles getting his magic under control. So when the other put his box away, Derek did the same, dropping the half eaten slice on the carton and closing the pizza box while Stiles got all ready to have a serious talk. The wolf had already been half-turned towards the human, back resting in the corner of the couch, one knee on the seat with his foot half-tugged under his other knee.

They had been terrible in the past when they disagreed, it could get heated and ugly. Stiles was really good at throwing out jabs meant to hurt so when he started by saying they were all good reasons, his eyebrows shot up. Could it really be that easy now that they were a few years older? Nope. Stiles continued with reasons of his own to counter it while powering up his magic, the static in the air changing. Hold him down? Of course he had noticed the magic had grown, the strength in it was amazing but that didn't mean there was enough control to be able to deal with a near feral alpha. His eyebrows climbed even higher.

"Look, it's fine, you don't have to..." Oh. The initial need to scoff cooled down to surprise when he realized it felt like he was in a case of mountain ash. He fought for a moment, trying to loosen muscles and have limbs move but nothing budged. It was impressive because it wasn't that he considered Stiles weak, but it was all new to them and now didn't compare to having to deal with a mate too far gone in heat to make much sense. Stiles wasn't going to have such a clear mind then. Mid-fight against invisible bonds, he narrowed his eyes, head whipping up. "I wasn't going to involve anybody else in my rut, I was going to chain myself up." It wasn't like he wasn't used to that, so it would be fine. However, he had a feeling that Stiles was going to find him even when he'd say no.

"When I feel the heat of my rut, you'll feel it too. You're clear of mind now, wired from the sex and magic, but it'll be different then." Derek was going to fight him tooth and nail, without holding back when in rut. "So if Deaton thinks you can't do it, then all I'll allow you to do is for you to make sure to get me out of the chains I will have put myself in." One more rut filled with suffering wasn't going to make him crack. "If he says you can do it..." Well, then they were going to battle it out in bed no doubt.

The surprise on Derek's face was kind of pleasing for Stiles, to be honest. What he said next... well, it made sense too, but it also pissed him off a bit as he released Derek and pulled the magic back. He knew he can do it, even in that chaotic situation. If something, such situations have taught Stiles a long time ago that despite the panic he often felt in the past, he always showed remarkable wit and strength to solve those problems, to survive or to save others. He doubted it would be much different during Derek's heat.

Smacking his lips together a bit displeased from Derek's 'ultimatum,' he reached for his dessert, opening the container and picking up a plastic fork to cut a bite off the slice of cake. The idea of Derek chaining himself up made his non-existent hackles bristle up with indignation.

"For one, if there's gonna be a reason for you to be chained up under my watch, it's gonna be done by me and for pleasure. And you bet you won't involve anyone else. You're mine," he said on a firmer than usual voice. He felt... different. More... confident and in control of himself and his magic. His mind was oddly clear and the magic felt more... solid and yielding to his will easier. It was more... obedient and focused. The slight constant tingling of the tattoo on his back (which's purpose was exactly to focus his magic) proved him right. He had noticed that sensation after their shared shower and it stayed with him ever since. Did he just... step to a higher level of magic and consciousness now that he had another goal, another purpose in front of him?

He took a moment to push the cake into his mouth, letting the sweet taste explode on his tongue as he chewed then swallowed, eyes fixed on the dessert in his hand. "Second... you should remember that the base of a Spark's power is belief in said powers and that they can work. And I have a firm belief that I'll be able to handle you... us in heat. Give me a little more credit, Derek. It was just a small amount I used on you right now. There's more from where that came from. But fine, put your trust in Deaton then," he murmured, nearly annoyed by the fact that his mate didn't believe he was capable of doing it. It stung a bit, but he guessed there are going to be other times too when he'll have to prove himself. Even if Derek should know or at least remember from the emissary book how powerful (and dangerous) a mated Spark can be.

It was no coincidence that there was a completely separate book on legends connected to such emissaries. They were also good cautionary tales for Stiles about keeping his powers under control because completely losing it and letting the magic consume him would have dire consequences both for him and everyone around him – including his mate. That's why he was taking his magic and the training very seriously.

The way he was released and the magic was pulled back told Derek just how angry Stiles was long before he even opened his mouth. Over the years they had gotten to know one another and a few years apart wasn't going to change that. Just as Stiles is good at reading Derek, the other way around is as applicable. The human was pointedly putting his focus on his dessert, not even looking at the older man, as if the lava cake needed such intense devotion to eat it. At the first hacked off bit, the melted chocolate spilled out, its scent trickling at Derek’s nose.

But it totally didn't get his intention, not even for a second, instead he was watching his mate, that surge of confidence incredibly sexy, as was the possessiveness displayed. It should make him at least annoyed that Stiles was basically forbidding him to ever think of using chains on himself, even when it was the safest way to handle an unpleasant situation. The first thing out of his mouth should be a protest at being told what to do but instead he said nothing, still caught on the way Stiles claimed him boldly like that. Caught on watching that sinfully clever mouth handle the chocolate cake, a sliver of the sauce caught on the bottom lip and he didn't lick it away. It was driving him nuts.

Stiles didn't lick it away, still didn't look at him either while he calmly laid it all out, ending it with that easy jab which did exactly what it was supposed to do, made him feel guilty. Feeling chastised, with good reason but yet thinking he had good points as well, the wolf crossed his arms, taking a deep breath to firmly go against it because it was dangerous and Stiles was underestimating it. Those last words though... they were stuck with him and he closed his mouth again, arms falling to rest on the arm of the couch.

He didn't trust Deaton above Stiles, but he knew the older emissary wouldn't put Derek's needs above Stiles’, because a druid was way more important to the balance than a wolf. He would be honest and make sure the human wasn't going to overtax himself and that wasn't something he could see Stiles do. The other would put both of them at the top, Derek probably higher than himself.

"I will not be able to think, to be in control. You will completely be in charge of everything for the whole week. Of me and you. I trust you with that responsibility, but I know what it will do to you if it goes sideways. When you held me up in that pool, you'd drown before letting me go. I need you to put your safety above mine in this because I won't be able to."

To Derek's quiet and serious words Stiles finally paused, lowering his hands onto his lap as he swallowed his bite and finally looked at Derek – oblivious to the chocolate smear on his bottom lip. He took a deep breath and on the exhale it turned into a long sigh. The amber eyes didn't look away from the green ones and looked back just as seriously. His voice was just as quiet and even as Derek's previously as he began talking again.

"I appreciate that trust more than you might think," Stiles nodded, tilting his head to the side as if listening to something, but it was more like thinking about something in his case. Namely, thinking Derek's words through. "I can imagine how dangerous that situation can be for both of us. I'm not underestimating it, Derek. But I do feel confident that I can do this for the both of us, because I..." he cut himself off with another sigh and a slight shake of his head. No, he wasn't going to say it for the first time in this situation. "I can't bear the thought of my mate suffering like that. You give me power and control in more ways than just helping me balance the magic. And true, I'd rather have drowned in that pool than letting you keep thinking that you cannot trust me," he nodded, remembering way too clearly their conversation while Kanima Jackson was lurking around.

"You're right, though. You'll be basically a feral alpha purely driven by instincts. Thus dangerous to me. I get that. And if I have to, I'll swear on my mother's memory that I'll defend myself against you if it comes to that," he said. Not saying 'if Deaton deems him fit' or anything like that because he was positive that the druid will feel just how deep his determination and belief runs in this.

Stiles was far from the panicking clumsy blabbermouth teen who had no idea what he was getting himself into when he discovered that Scott was turned into a werewolf and the whole new supernatural world dragged them in. He could've stayed away right now too, sit this one out. But he didn't do that back then with Scott, and he as sure as hell wasn't gonna do that when it was about his mate’s well-being, needs and sanity.

"Through thick and thin..." he mumbled.

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