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He'd figured it would be simple. He'd told McCall, and slipping away with Cora was the easy answer. The past year all condensed down into a duffle bag of clothes and sunglasses; no room for all of his mistakes. It seemed like the best solution, to walk away, go off on their own, leave Scott and Stiles and Isaac and Beacon Hill to their own devices. There was no taking back that he'd screwed up. Saving Cora didn't make up for Boyd and Erica. They were holes in his heart that he didn't think could ever be filled.

They'd saved the last three sacrifices, they'd saved Deucalion from himself, at least for now, and Jennifer had been far beyond saving. He'd heard about the price for the ritual, about Beacon Hills becoming a literal beacon, but he still didn't think he should stay. He could work with Scott, but he'd never be his Beta. Scott had his own pack now, non-traditional as it might be, filled with hunters and Betas and Alphas and a Banshee. It was easy enough to believe that they were better off without him.

Scott could do it better, which was an acidic thought that curled in his chest. No one appreciated it, but he'd tried. He'd done his best, he had tried to be a good leader. He'd made a point to take this most likely to survive the process, to not take the strongest, but the most vulnerable, those who needed the Bite. Isaac, Erica, Boyd... They were people that had been stronger, better as werewolves. He'd wanted to protect them, to keep them safe, to teach them. Their blood was on his hands, except Isaac, who hadn't really been his since he'd sent him away. He'd done too good of a job making the blond Beta hate him.

He flips the lightswitch, and the empty loft plunges into darkness. Despite everything that had happened, it looks like no one had ever been there at all. How he liked it. He tugged at his jacket, as he picked up his bag. Cora was waiting for him and he was already halfway out the door. But he lingered, brows drawing together, looking at the dark doorway. There was so much to leave behind.

Date: 2013-08-24 05:00 pm (UTC)
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The last few weeks had been something like a clusterfuck as far as Stiles is concerned. The sacrifices, finding out the Darach was his (hot) English teacher who had been boning their resident werewolf Alpha - which he's not even going to think about because that kind of hurts in a way he's not really ready to asses yet. He would rather ignore the problem until it went away. But he has a feeling it really won't.

Truth be told he's happier, more relieved, that he doesn't have to hide all this from his dad anymore. Sure, he still keeps secrets - what teenager doesn't? - but they're nothing of the wolfy variety, thankfully. Just normal teenage stuff. Like how he apparently has a massive boner for the guy he once accused of murder. Who was exonerated! He feels the need to point that out.

So when he heard from Scott, of all people, that Derek and Cora were skipping town he - he didn't know what to do. It wasn't a bad idea, really, considering Beacon Hills hasn't really done a whole lot for the Hale family. Honestly he doesn't even blame Derek for wanting to get the hell outta Dodge.

But... is he going to come back or is he gone for good? Without a trace. Not even a goodbye. And Stiles? No, Stiles won't stand for that. After all the bullshit they've been through, pulling each others asses out of the fire, at the very least Stiles thinks he deserves a fucking goodbye from Derek in person.

That's why the teenager is in his Jeep, which wasn't as trashed as he thought it was, and heading for the loft. Relief rushes through him when he sees the Toyota still sitting along the curb. He parks the jeep a few feet from it and just as he's getting out he sees the two Hales coming from the building. His heart races in his chest as he rushes over there.

"Derek!"

Date: 2013-08-24 05:36 pm (UTC)
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Stiles skids to a stop in front of Derek, giving Cora an awkward wave and watching as she rolls her eyes and gets in the car. He stands there for a moment, mouth opening to speak but Derek beats him to it. His lips thin a little as he glances down to the bag.

"So, what, not even a goodbye? See you later suckers? Deuces? What, nothing?" he asks, trying to keep the hurt, disappointment and anger from his voice. This is not how he saw this going. Sure, he didn't think Derek was going to drop everything and run into his arms like an teenage after school special or something, but he thought that maybe he might be able to convince Derek to stay.

"You'd rather just- just run away? How'd that work out for you the last time?" It's a low blow and he knows it, but he keeps the wince from his face. "You know you don't have to leave, right? I know you don't like the idea of Scott being your Alpha or something but... c'mon, it's not that bad, you know. He's getting better at it and it's like you guys want to become Omegas, right?

"Because I don't want that. I don't want that to happen to you, either of you, and I don't..." Stiles trails off and lets out a shaky breath. Definitely not how he saw this going in his head. "I don't... want you to leave."

Date: 2013-08-24 06:32 pm (UTC)
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"No, it's what YOU think is best for everyone. That's not the same thing as what IS best," Stiles says, hands curling into fists at his side. "And that's not true, you know it isn't. I know that's what you think but it's not true. Sure, a lot of things would have been different if you hadn't come here. But Scott still would have been bitten, only he would still be Peter's Beta and god knows how he would have turned out. I could be dead by now, for all we know.

"The Alpha pack would have still showed up, Jennifer would still have come to town and- and... it would be worse if you never came back. You have to know that," Stiles says, willing Derek to believe him. "At least with you here we all stood a fighting chance."

He knows he still hasn't answered Derek why he wants him to stay, but Stiles is afraid of that. Afraid that if he tells him it won't mean anything and Derek will still leave and take Stiles' heart with him.

Date: 2013-08-24 07:14 pm (UTC)
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"That doesn't mean you can't be part of his pack too, even just by association, maybe. Scott did it, right? True Alpha or not, back when he was just a Beta, he'd done fine on his own and helping you. It can be like that, this time."

In true Stiles fashion, he just doesn't know when to give up. Just because Derek can give up doesn't mean Stiles can.

And then, 'fuck it', he thinks and closes the distance between them. He tugs Derek in - the two nearly the same height - and crushes their lips together in a kiss. Regardless if Derek knows, he'll still get his heart broken. And better for Derek to know, to see there's still something waiting here for him, than for Stiles to regret not saying anything at all.

He's tired of regretting.

Date: 2013-08-24 08:27 pm (UTC)
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Relief rushes through Stiles like a current, almost overwhelming in its intensity. He opens up under Derek, slides his tongue out and pressing insistently into the other man's mouth to deepen the kiss. His arms loop around Derek's neck to pull him- himself- closer.

It's selfish of him, he knows, but he doesn't want Derek to leave- to leave him. He just doesn't. Derek belongs here, even if it winds up not being with him, but he does. And he needs Derek to see that.

A little groan escapes him, tongues winding together, but Stiles doesn't push for more than that, despite his body's desperate want for more. He won't do that to Derek. He's not like them, he won't ever be. Derek is someone to be cared for and cherished, not used the way they had used him.

Date: 2013-08-24 09:36 pm (UTC)
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"No, probably not," Stiles murmurs after pulling back, something he was reluctant to do. "But I think we both know that I do a lot of things I shouldn't." There's a sly grin on his face as he leans in for another kiss, this one brief. Because they are standing in the middle of the sidewalk and anyone he knows - who knows his father, the Sheriff - could see them.

And while he doesn't care, the state of California does and the last thing he wants to do is get Derek in trouble for real. His hand slide from their perch around the man's neck down along his shoulders and over his chest, just because he can, before they settle at his waist.

He thumbs Derek's shirt as he ducks his head a little, somewhat shy despite the liplock they'd been buried in before. "But I want to anyway," he says, then clarifies, "get involved with you. I'm not- I know a lot of people see me as just a kid, probably you, too. But I'm not. We don't go through what we have the past year and come out the same as we went in."

Date: 2013-08-24 10:11 pm (UTC)
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"Well, yeah, probably," he admits, grinning and unashamed. Besides, how many times has him not doing something saved their lives? Exactly.

Stiles sighs into the kiss, fingers slipping just beneath the hem of his shirt to feel warm skin at his fingertips, a shiver rolling up his spine at the contact. He searches Derek's gaze to see whether or not he means that and is surprised to see he does. "Good, because a 'kid' wouldn't want to do the things to you that I do," he says, smirking a little as he pulls back when Derek does.

"Yeah, yeah I do," he says, licking his lips a little and feeling his heart quicken in his chest. Does this mean Derek's staying? For good? He could always still leave, Stiles knows that. Disappear into the night after he's left or something. But he hopes not, he really does. He hopes that Derek will stay, for a long, long time.

Date: 2013-08-24 11:21 pm (UTC)
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His heart is like a hummingbird in his chest and he knows that Derek can hear it, too. Across his face is a too wide smile as he follows Derek back into the building and up the stairs to the loft. He thinks it's been a long time since he's been this happy over something so simple as being with someone he cares about, a lot if he's honest.

Once they're inside, Stiles slides the heavy metal door shut and then turns around to lean back against it. Then he reaches out and pulls Derek to him. "I'm glad you stayed. I know you didn't have to- that you don't have to. But I'm happy you did. Even if no one else does, I want you here with us." With me, he thinks but doesn't say.

Date: 2013-08-25 12:11 am (UTC)
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"I know you did," he breathes out. Because he does, he gets it. So much death has followed Derek that it seemed easier, safer, if he'd just left. So he gets it, but that didn't mean he would have been happy with it. "And I'm glad you didn't want to, I'm glad you didn't leave."

Stiles tilts his head up against the nuzzling, letting out a quiet sigh as he feels stubble scrape gently along his jaw and cheek. He slides his hands up under Derek's shirt, fingers splayed along his back, pressing into warm skin.

And for the moment he just takes it in; the press of Derek against him, the warmth of his body along his own, how he feels under his hands and feels his eyes close as he memorizes this moment.

Date: 2013-08-25 01:50 am (UTC)
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He can make this a good place, he thinks, if Derek lets him. He can give the man something good, something worth while. And he wants to, he realizes, god does he want to.

"I was, wasn't I?" He teases, grinning softly. He arches into the touch, groaning and can't help but look over Derek's shoulder to the bed on the other side of the room. Pulling away, Stiles grins as he ducks between Derek and the door and moves into the open area of the first level.

Then he turns and begins walking backward. Toward the bed. Stiles tugs his shirt off and drops it to the floor. Then toes off one shoe, then the other. Then his socks, leaving a trail of clothes for Derek to follow.

Date: 2013-08-25 03:31 am (UTC)
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His pulse picks up even more the moment Derek starts toward. His whole body is thrumming with excitement watching the man stalk toward him. His hands move to his jeans, popping the button and tugging down the zipper, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room.

He does it slowly, slides the material down his hips and thighs, letting them pool at his feet as he steps out of them. Then he's falling back onto Derek's soft bed in just his boxers, slightly tented with his arousal, and moves back toward the center of it.

Date: 2013-08-25 03:58 am (UTC)
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Stiles arches up into the touch, breaths in, shaky with arousal. He's never been touched like this before - not even during the short time he'd been with Heather before she'd been taken. This... this is all new territory for him.

And he wants it, god he wants it.

Reaching up, Stiles slides his hands along Derek's bare chest, feeling hard muscle beneath soft, warm and unmarred skin. His fingers skate over nipples as he drags them down along his stomach to tease across the top of his briefs, groaning at the sight of the man's cock tenting the fabric.

Slowly, he drags his touch further down to tease his fingers along the hard line of it and can't help the way his own hips tip upward in response.

Date: 2013-08-25 05:04 am (UTC)
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"Oh god," he mumbles out, groaning at Derek's reaction, the way his hips jerk into the contact, his own pressing up into the man's teasing fingers. God, it's going to drive him nuts, he's sure.

He moans into the kiss and palms Derek's cock a little more firmly, fingers fitting around the outline of it as he strokes slowly up and down, his own rising to Derek's teasing fingers, wanting to feel that warm hand wrapped around him, touching him.

He wants Derek, and not just for right now. But he'll want him tomorrow and the next day and the day after, and a week from now, two weeks, a month and three months from now. He thinks he'll want Derek always.

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