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[December 14th] [Teen Wolf] You'd Let Me Do Anything, Wouldn't You?
Title: You'd Let Me Do Anything, Wouldn't You?
Day/Prompt: 14.Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
Series: Teen Wolf
Character: Stiles, demon!Stiles, Derek
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: shades of dub-con (demon-possession related)
You can't do this. Stiles is fighting so hard. Fighting for control. Fighting for Derek. Derek who knows that he isn't him right now, that this isn't him in control. It's just Stiles body and the demon at the wheel, even if Derek doesn't necessarily know it's a demon. But he knows that something is wrong and it's enough for Stiles.
Because he can't have Derek think that it's him saying all these things. Doing all these things. Even when pressing against Derek isn't a hardship, not at all. Even when it's dangerous now, with everything that the demon wants to do to Derek. With Derek.
Stiles would give anything to kick out the demon now, if he could, even if he would bleed to death the moment he did. That the demon is having his body run around in freezing cold with too little layers on, with a knife wound to his heart isn't helping keep his body viable. Stiles doesn't want to give in, but he knows that he won't survive this. All he can try and do is keep the demon from hurting the people he loves, not that he's managed that all that well, and take the demon with him as his body gives in. If only he knew how to do that properly, so that the demon would stay dead.
The demon, of course, hasn't told him if it can even be killed by any mortal means.
'You'll never be able to get rid of me, you know?' The demon crows inside Stiles' head, making him feel even more trapped than before. 'Not until I've finished with your body. You'll never be in control of it again. The last thing you'll ever feel is dying. Choking on your own blood when your life is ashes.'
Stiles just wants to survive this. Survive this and make things okay with his dad, see him recover. Tell him he loves him and that he's sorry, sorry for not being strong enough to prevent the demon from hurting his dad, for stabbing him. Apologize to his friends for the words he's said. Fall into Derek's arms and make him see why they're better together than apart.
Stiles can feel his fingers pressing against Derek's skin, can feel the full-body contact that they have and, if everything was different, it would be perfect to be like this. But because of the demon everything is wrong.
“You'd let me do anything, Derek, wouldn't you?” He hears his own voice say.
“If you were Stiles, yes.” Derek replies and it's... kind of like a kick in the gut. Because of course, when someone else is in control of Stiles body only then does the Sourwolf decide that maybe he and Stiles can have a thing. Only then does he give in. When Stiles is all but gone already. And maybe that's it. Maybe Derek can only say those things when he knows that they won't ever happen, because Stiles will die before anything can.
“But I am,” the demon purrs with it's borrowed voice, “I am Stiles in here. All Stiles and a little something. And I can make you do anything I want.” And the demon does, slipping Stiles icy fingers under Derek's shirt, making the werewolf shiver. Stiles hates himself that he likes it, the feel of Derek's skin under his fingertips. And then there's a strong grip around his wrists, wrenching them away.
The demon growls out, a sound which is unlike anything that's come out of Stiles' mouth. It shakes Derek off easily enough, slaps him on the face hard enough to make something in Stiles hand break, as the angle is all wrong. It hurts and Stiles wonders if the demon feels it, or if it's just him. He thinks that it doesn't feel the pain of his body, otherwise it would be difficult for it to walk around with the wound, even if Stiles doesn't feel that either.
Derek flips them over and the demon lets him.
Stiles hates him for it. Derek knows it's not him and yet... why is he giving in? Derek kisses his body and Stiles doesn't feel that, the demon blocks that out with a manic cackle. Stiles is cut off from his senses other than sight and sound. Everything else is like a broken connection. He knows that he should feel Derek's lips on his own, the weight of his body over his own, the hands laid carefully across his torso.
It shouldn't feel this bad to have Derek kissing him but it does.
Because it's everything Stiles wants and at the same time the exact opposite. Derek shouldn't be touching him, kissing him, when he's like this, when he isn't himself inside his skin. When he can't feel, can't kiss Derek back. Tell him that he loves him. Ask him to take care of his dad. Plead him to save his life. To not even fake to trust the demon controlling his body. Stiles wants to scream at Derek, kick him and bite his lip. He wants what he's never before wanted, for Derek to stop kissing him.
And it's so wrong. Feels like betrayal. Like Derek doesn't care who's inside Stiles body as long as he gets to touch it. It's throwing the demon off the loop too, since it thought that it would have to force Derek into this, touching, being false-intimate, wrong-intimate. Into bucking their hips together, kissing, too much kissing when Stiles can't feel.
It's the finest sort of torture, Stiles thinks, more elaborate and hurtful than what Stiles would have thought the demon being able to concoct. Because Derek is responding even when he knows. But then there is what's now the sweetest sound to Stiles' ears... the swiftly nearing howling of wolves.
Day/Prompt: 14.Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
Series: Teen Wolf
Character: Stiles, demon!Stiles, Derek
Rating: PG-13
WARNINGS: shades of dub-con (demon-possession related)
You can't do this. Stiles is fighting so hard. Fighting for control. Fighting for Derek. Derek who knows that he isn't him right now, that this isn't him in control. It's just Stiles body and the demon at the wheel, even if Derek doesn't necessarily know it's a demon. But he knows that something is wrong and it's enough for Stiles.
Because he can't have Derek think that it's him saying all these things. Doing all these things. Even when pressing against Derek isn't a hardship, not at all. Even when it's dangerous now, with everything that the demon wants to do to Derek. With Derek.
Stiles would give anything to kick out the demon now, if he could, even if he would bleed to death the moment he did. That the demon is having his body run around in freezing cold with too little layers on, with a knife wound to his heart isn't helping keep his body viable. Stiles doesn't want to give in, but he knows that he won't survive this. All he can try and do is keep the demon from hurting the people he loves, not that he's managed that all that well, and take the demon with him as his body gives in. If only he knew how to do that properly, so that the demon would stay dead.
The demon, of course, hasn't told him if it can even be killed by any mortal means.
'You'll never be able to get rid of me, you know?' The demon crows inside Stiles' head, making him feel even more trapped than before. 'Not until I've finished with your body. You'll never be in control of it again. The last thing you'll ever feel is dying. Choking on your own blood when your life is ashes.'
Stiles just wants to survive this. Survive this and make things okay with his dad, see him recover. Tell him he loves him and that he's sorry, sorry for not being strong enough to prevent the demon from hurting his dad, for stabbing him. Apologize to his friends for the words he's said. Fall into Derek's arms and make him see why they're better together than apart.
Stiles can feel his fingers pressing against Derek's skin, can feel the full-body contact that they have and, if everything was different, it would be perfect to be like this. But because of the demon everything is wrong.
“You'd let me do anything, Derek, wouldn't you?” He hears his own voice say.
“If you were Stiles, yes.” Derek replies and it's... kind of like a kick in the gut. Because of course, when someone else is in control of Stiles body only then does the Sourwolf decide that maybe he and Stiles can have a thing. Only then does he give in. When Stiles is all but gone already. And maybe that's it. Maybe Derek can only say those things when he knows that they won't ever happen, because Stiles will die before anything can.
“But I am,” the demon purrs with it's borrowed voice, “I am Stiles in here. All Stiles and a little something. And I can make you do anything I want.” And the demon does, slipping Stiles icy fingers under Derek's shirt, making the werewolf shiver. Stiles hates himself that he likes it, the feel of Derek's skin under his fingertips. And then there's a strong grip around his wrists, wrenching them away.
The demon growls out, a sound which is unlike anything that's come out of Stiles' mouth. It shakes Derek off easily enough, slaps him on the face hard enough to make something in Stiles hand break, as the angle is all wrong. It hurts and Stiles wonders if the demon feels it, or if it's just him. He thinks that it doesn't feel the pain of his body, otherwise it would be difficult for it to walk around with the wound, even if Stiles doesn't feel that either.
Derek flips them over and the demon lets him.
Stiles hates him for it. Derek knows it's not him and yet... why is he giving in? Derek kisses his body and Stiles doesn't feel that, the demon blocks that out with a manic cackle. Stiles is cut off from his senses other than sight and sound. Everything else is like a broken connection. He knows that he should feel Derek's lips on his own, the weight of his body over his own, the hands laid carefully across his torso.
It shouldn't feel this bad to have Derek kissing him but it does.
Because it's everything Stiles wants and at the same time the exact opposite. Derek shouldn't be touching him, kissing him, when he's like this, when he isn't himself inside his skin. When he can't feel, can't kiss Derek back. Tell him that he loves him. Ask him to take care of his dad. Plead him to save his life. To not even fake to trust the demon controlling his body. Stiles wants to scream at Derek, kick him and bite his lip. He wants what he's never before wanted, for Derek to stop kissing him.
And it's so wrong. Feels like betrayal. Like Derek doesn't care who's inside Stiles body as long as he gets to touch it. It's throwing the demon off the loop too, since it thought that it would have to force Derek into this, touching, being false-intimate, wrong-intimate. Into bucking their hips together, kissing, too much kissing when Stiles can't feel.
It's the finest sort of torture, Stiles thinks, more elaborate and hurtful than what Stiles would have thought the demon being able to concoct. Because Derek is responding even when he knows. But then there is what's now the sweetest sound to Stiles' ears... the swiftly nearing howling of wolves.