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[December 15th] [Teen Wolf] Kissing You to Save Your Life
Title: Kissing You To Save Your Life
Day/Prompt: 15.I savor bitterness--it is born of experience.
Series: Teen Wolf
Characters: Stiles, demon!Stiles, Derek, Scott, Isaac, Erica, Boyd
Rating: PG-13
Derek knew, or thought he knew, what Stiles, who had to be in there somewhere, trapped within that body that smelled both right and wrong, must be thinking when he kissed the boy. He wasn't sure what it was that had taken over Stiles body and his will, but it was nothing new after the kanima and Peter's mind control of Lydia.
How he wished that he knew. That he could be sure that Stiles still was somewhere under there, under the words which sounded wrong despite the voice that said them, despite everything.
But he needs to distract the thing controlling Stiles so he does, in the only way he can, because he'll be damned before he damages Stiles body any more. He makes himself do it, despite the wound on Stiles' chest, despite the overpowering scent of death lingering on Stiles' lips, mixed with sulfur and the boy smell of Stiles. Scared, Stiles smells scared, this close Derek can pick up the scent from the mix of others. He pins the boys body down when he picks up another scent, feels that pack is near.
His pack.
Which means that he needs even more distraction. Derek's brain runs a mile a minute, in awe that Deaton was so quick to find something, or then his beta's are just acting on their own. Derek has to think that Deaton's figures something out, he just has to. Otherwise... he has no idea how long he can detain this thing controlling Stiles' body, keeping him on the brink of death.
That, Derek has to make himself not think about that. But he knows, oh, how he knows. How broken the boys body is. How he should be dead but isn't. How something supernatural is keeping death at bay, keeping his body functioning despite the fatal wound. He just hopes that he can distract this thing which has stolen Stiles and then save him. Because there is no other choice. Despite what Derek said to Stiles only yesterday, what seems years ago now, he isn't able to let Stiles go, to live on without him. He's not able to hold back, even when he knows that Stiles is trapped and is probably taking the kissing as betrayal.
But if it's a betrayal that will help with sorting the situation out, Derek will do it. He will do it even when it's leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, even when he feels like he's taking advantage of Stiles. He kisses him like it's the hardest thing he's ever done in his life.
And it is.
Then he's filled with the presence of pack and wrenches his lips from Stiles'. Stiles, who is staring up at him, eyes wide and full of tears, heart hammering a mile a minute, body shuddering as his body was struggling to draw in much needed air.
“Demon...” the boy said and Derek knew it was Stiles, not that could explain why. Maybe it was the panic attack, the desperate way Stiles clung to him, the way he was struggling to get the words out, the sharp all-encompassing scent of pain, the way Stiles voice shuddered on the edge of it. The way he screamed at the same time the smell of his blood filled Derek's nostrils. As Stiles was choking on it, crimson blossoming on his lips. “It's... cover... mouth... or I'll...”
The change was swift, palpable and left Derek reeling.
Both emotionally and physically, as the moment Stiles control was gone, his body bucked under Derek and whomever it was who was in control of it sent Derek flying through the air, using force Derek knew all too well Stiles human body didn't have.
There was snarling around them in the snowy forest and Scott, Isaac, Boyd and Erica came into view, all yelling.
“Stiles!” “He's wounded!” “What did you do?” “What's that scent?” Were all uttered by them all at once as they circled Derek and Stiles.
Derek was shocked, half-buried in the snow, his senses still reeling by all he'd gotten from Stiles in the space of less than a minute. All laid over by the death scent and the blood, the scent of which was overpowering now. The stain of it had spread over Stiles' tee and Derek felt sick wondering how much more his body could take. How much of his time the panic attack, which had apparently jolted Stiles back into control momentarily.
Demon.
The word echoed inside Derek's head. He couldn't believe it. Demons couldn't be real. Well, they always had the worst of luck and ran into the most improbable supernatural beings. But why would one possess Stiles? Cover his mouth, Stiles had said before losing control again.
“It's a demon,” Derek spat out as he sprang up, already running towards Stiles. He had to try and contain him somehow. “Said to cover his mouth, otherwise...”
Scott was speeding by him, flanked by Isaac as Boyd and Erica ran to intercept Stiles by the edge of the cliff. “Yeah, that's what Deaton said. He called a hunter!”
Derek bit back his retort as they ran to corner Stiles, well, the demon who was possessing him and was apparently doing it's damnedest to emotionally scar him until it would leave his broken dying body behind.
“It's strong but Stiles...” Derek growled as they were closer to Stiles, “he's...” He knew he would need to get the words out, that he had to, but they stuck in the back of his throat. The others would smell it anyway. Had. If the sadness wafting from them was any indicator.
It was the demon's undoing that it was facing Derek, Isaac and Scott, because Erica slipped behind the boy and distracted him. Well, the demon threw her against a tree but it gave Derek and Scott the window to push Stiles down and cover his mouth so the demon couldn't escape.
Stiles body struggled under them as Derek gagged his mouth with strips of cloth ripped from his tee, with Scott's scarf over it.
Now all they had to do was get Stiles to Deaton's and hope for the best.
Day/Prompt: 15.I savor bitterness--it is born of experience.
Series: Teen Wolf
Characters: Stiles, demon!Stiles, Derek, Scott, Isaac, Erica, Boyd
Rating: PG-13
Derek knew, or thought he knew, what Stiles, who had to be in there somewhere, trapped within that body that smelled both right and wrong, must be thinking when he kissed the boy. He wasn't sure what it was that had taken over Stiles body and his will, but it was nothing new after the kanima and Peter's mind control of Lydia.
How he wished that he knew. That he could be sure that Stiles still was somewhere under there, under the words which sounded wrong despite the voice that said them, despite everything.
But he needs to distract the thing controlling Stiles so he does, in the only way he can, because he'll be damned before he damages Stiles body any more. He makes himself do it, despite the wound on Stiles' chest, despite the overpowering scent of death lingering on Stiles' lips, mixed with sulfur and the boy smell of Stiles. Scared, Stiles smells scared, this close Derek can pick up the scent from the mix of others. He pins the boys body down when he picks up another scent, feels that pack is near.
His pack.
Which means that he needs even more distraction. Derek's brain runs a mile a minute, in awe that Deaton was so quick to find something, or then his beta's are just acting on their own. Derek has to think that Deaton's figures something out, he just has to. Otherwise... he has no idea how long he can detain this thing controlling Stiles' body, keeping him on the brink of death.
That, Derek has to make himself not think about that. But he knows, oh, how he knows. How broken the boys body is. How he should be dead but isn't. How something supernatural is keeping death at bay, keeping his body functioning despite the fatal wound. He just hopes that he can distract this thing which has stolen Stiles and then save him. Because there is no other choice. Despite what Derek said to Stiles only yesterday, what seems years ago now, he isn't able to let Stiles go, to live on without him. He's not able to hold back, even when he knows that Stiles is trapped and is probably taking the kissing as betrayal.
But if it's a betrayal that will help with sorting the situation out, Derek will do it. He will do it even when it's leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, even when he feels like he's taking advantage of Stiles. He kisses him like it's the hardest thing he's ever done in his life.
And it is.
Then he's filled with the presence of pack and wrenches his lips from Stiles'. Stiles, who is staring up at him, eyes wide and full of tears, heart hammering a mile a minute, body shuddering as his body was struggling to draw in much needed air.
“Demon...” the boy said and Derek knew it was Stiles, not that could explain why. Maybe it was the panic attack, the desperate way Stiles clung to him, the way he was struggling to get the words out, the sharp all-encompassing scent of pain, the way Stiles voice shuddered on the edge of it. The way he screamed at the same time the smell of his blood filled Derek's nostrils. As Stiles was choking on it, crimson blossoming on his lips. “It's... cover... mouth... or I'll...”
The change was swift, palpable and left Derek reeling.
Both emotionally and physically, as the moment Stiles control was gone, his body bucked under Derek and whomever it was who was in control of it sent Derek flying through the air, using force Derek knew all too well Stiles human body didn't have.
There was snarling around them in the snowy forest and Scott, Isaac, Boyd and Erica came into view, all yelling.
“Stiles!” “He's wounded!” “What did you do?” “What's that scent?” Were all uttered by them all at once as they circled Derek and Stiles.
Derek was shocked, half-buried in the snow, his senses still reeling by all he'd gotten from Stiles in the space of less than a minute. All laid over by the death scent and the blood, the scent of which was overpowering now. The stain of it had spread over Stiles' tee and Derek felt sick wondering how much more his body could take. How much of his time the panic attack, which had apparently jolted Stiles back into control momentarily.
Demon.
The word echoed inside Derek's head. He couldn't believe it. Demons couldn't be real. Well, they always had the worst of luck and ran into the most improbable supernatural beings. But why would one possess Stiles? Cover his mouth, Stiles had said before losing control again.
“It's a demon,” Derek spat out as he sprang up, already running towards Stiles. He had to try and contain him somehow. “Said to cover his mouth, otherwise...”
Scott was speeding by him, flanked by Isaac as Boyd and Erica ran to intercept Stiles by the edge of the cliff. “Yeah, that's what Deaton said. He called a hunter!”
Derek bit back his retort as they ran to corner Stiles, well, the demon who was possessing him and was apparently doing it's damnedest to emotionally scar him until it would leave his broken dying body behind.
“It's strong but Stiles...” Derek growled as they were closer to Stiles, “he's...” He knew he would need to get the words out, that he had to, but they stuck in the back of his throat. The others would smell it anyway. Had. If the sadness wafting from them was any indicator.
It was the demon's undoing that it was facing Derek, Isaac and Scott, because Erica slipped behind the boy and distracted him. Well, the demon threw her against a tree but it gave Derek and Scott the window to push Stiles down and cover his mouth so the demon couldn't escape.
Stiles body struggled under them as Derek gagged his mouth with strips of cloth ripped from his tee, with Scott's scarf over it.
Now all they had to do was get Stiles to Deaton's and hope for the best.