Derek doesn't bother answering that, but he does note that Stiles knew he was in New York. He hadn't told Scott until the teen had called, distraught and hurt and confused. He doesn't think the creature that smiles at him with Stiles' face found out from Scott. Which means that it's something else, that it had been keeping track of him. How long, he wonders? Before Scott called? Before the edges smoothed out, and he couldn't hide what he was anymore? And there's a flush of worry about Cora, but somehow, he gets the feeling that he's what it wants, somehow.
He only stares for a moment; Derek's green eyes briefly catching on the skin of his torso, but then he looks away, looks into his eyes and he swallows as the heat of desire rises and burns. He tries to push it down, because it's easier to admit to the fact that he'd wanted Stiles than it is to address any attraction to the creature that's standing in front of him. He has an excuse, something that he was going to say when Stiles tells him to come in, but Derek never gets the words out.
Instead, there are fingers that reach out, grab his shirt and bodily drag him inside with a strength he knows that Stiles never possessed. Derek snarls, reaching down and grabbing his wrist, trying to force his hand away. What's interesting is how careful Derek is. He's using his strength, but he's careful to hold Stiles' wrist in such a way as to not bruise or break.
"Get out of his head."
Derek doesn't understand what's going on, not yet. He thinks he's possessed somehow, that there's a demon controlling him, he doesn't understand what's happening, anymore than he understands how Stiles overpowers him, how Stiles' fingers briefly bloom bruises on Derek's skin before he heals them away.
"...What do you want? To give him back. What do you want?"
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Date: 2013-09-24 03:26 am (UTC)He only stares for a moment; Derek's green eyes briefly catching on the skin of his torso, but then he looks away, looks into his eyes and he swallows as the heat of desire rises and burns. He tries to push it down, because it's easier to admit to the fact that he'd wanted Stiles than it is to address any attraction to the creature that's standing in front of him. He has an excuse, something that he was going to say when Stiles tells him to come in, but Derek never gets the words out.
Instead, there are fingers that reach out, grab his shirt and bodily drag him inside with a strength he knows that Stiles never possessed. Derek snarls, reaching down and grabbing his wrist, trying to force his hand away. What's interesting is how careful Derek is. He's using his strength, but he's careful to hold Stiles' wrist in such a way as to not bruise or break.
"Get out of his head."
Derek doesn't understand what's going on, not yet. He thinks he's possessed somehow, that there's a demon controlling him, he doesn't understand what's happening, anymore than he understands how Stiles overpowers him, how Stiles' fingers briefly bloom bruises on Derek's skin before he heals them away.
"...What do you want? To give him back. What do you want?"