Everything. Stiles could have anything he wanted, or rather, the demon could, if he let Stiles go…
He hadn't known how much he had meant to Derek, as much or maybe more than he'd meant to him. He'd been, at one point, so sure that he wasn't imagining a connection, but he hadn't had a chance to try. Or maybe he had, but had been a coward, unable to take the leap.
There's a moment where he's silent. He can still feel Derek's desire for him, for Stiles, and how hard he's trying not to feel it, thinking he's just a shell of what he was, thinking it's the demon in the driver's seat, that Stiles is an unwilling hostage. He's so wrong, but will he still be resistant once he knows? Will he fight it when he knows the darkness is as welcome in him as he is to it?
"I'd love to make a deal, but he's not holding me captive…" he murmurs finally, human brown eyes scanning Derek's face as his grip loosens on Derek, but he's still got him pressed to the wall as he adds, "No more than I'm holding onto him, at least…"
It's Stiles talking, not the dark demon tangled up in him. There's a pause as he lets that sink in, the truth of the matter, that he doesn't need to be saved this time. He's not the vulnerable, weak teenager he'd been six months ago, armed only with courage and his own stupid loyalty. He's stronger now, and he doesn't need Derek to rush in and give himself up to keep him safe, but knowing… knowing that he would lay it all on the line? That's worth it all.
Will Derek turn away from him now? Will he continue to swallow down his desire, unable to face the darkness Stiles has embraced? He shifts, moves closer, until their bodies press together, until Derek can feel the hard press of interest in his jeans as his hands catch his wrists and pin him to the wall.
"I'll still take everything from you…" he breathes against his ear, and there's an unspoken whisper of if you still want to give it to me. His nose drags down the skin of his neck, and he's feeling for what Derek wants, for what he craves, what he's never told anyone he needs.
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Date: 2013-09-24 10:01 pm (UTC)He hadn't known how much he had meant to Derek, as much or maybe more than he'd meant to him. He'd been, at one point, so sure that he wasn't imagining a connection, but he hadn't had a chance to try. Or maybe he had, but had been a coward, unable to take the leap.
There's a moment where he's silent. He can still feel Derek's desire for him, for Stiles, and how hard he's trying not to feel it, thinking he's just a shell of what he was, thinking it's the demon in the driver's seat, that Stiles is an unwilling hostage. He's so wrong, but will he still be resistant once he knows? Will he fight it when he knows the darkness is as welcome in him as he is to it?
"I'd love to make a deal, but he's not holding me captive…" he murmurs finally, human brown eyes scanning Derek's face as his grip loosens on Derek, but he's still got him pressed to the wall as he adds, "No more than I'm holding onto him, at least…"
It's Stiles talking, not the dark demon tangled up in him. There's a pause as he lets that sink in, the truth of the matter, that he doesn't need to be saved this time. He's not the vulnerable, weak teenager he'd been six months ago, armed only with courage and his own stupid loyalty. He's stronger now, and he doesn't need Derek to rush in and give himself up to keep him safe, but knowing… knowing that he would lay it all on the line? That's worth it all.
Will Derek turn away from him now? Will he continue to swallow down his desire, unable to face the darkness Stiles has embraced? He shifts, moves closer, until their bodies press together, until Derek can feel the hard press of interest in his jeans as his hands catch his wrists and pin him to the wall.
"I'll still take everything from you…" he breathes against his ear, and there's an unspoken whisper of if you still want to give it to me. His nose drags down the skin of his neck, and he's feeling for what Derek wants, for what he craves, what he's never told anyone he needs.