benchwarming | [ open au ] moon baby

[ Derek closed his mouth around Stiles neck, teeth pricking at the skin, but it was gentle enough that he didn't think it would leave any lasting damage to the beta.

What would, was the bite that would follow it, staying on Stiles neck with his teeth grazing against him, waiting for Stiles' hand to retreat so he too, could pull away. He would have to learn to take Stiles advice, to trust him, to open himself up in a way he had long forgotten, but in return Derek could see the sudden possibilities opening up to him.

How strong their pack would become as a result, it was inviting to except the claim Stiles now offered. ]

[ Stiles gave a small gasp at the teeth pricking at his neck, knowing the marks will heal over, but the claim they're laying is not undone.

And maybe he should be scared, he hasn't even made it through a full moon yet, but Derek makes it easy to control his wolf - this shift evidence of it - and he just. He trusts Derek, as much as they're bad at talking (Stiles talking but never saying what he means, and Derek mute half the time). He would protect Derek and he knows Derek would protect him.

He knows this with even more certainty than before.

He lets his hand slide away, grazing Derek's shoulder. ]

[ He growls, turning to it and taking Stiles hand as it comes over his shoulder, smelling it, scenting it and making it bare before making his intention clear. ]

Stiles.

[ It's just his name, but what he's really asking if for his permission. He's not sure if this is what Stiles wants, because something like this is indefinite and could easily last until either of them passes from this world.

The word is on the tip of Derek's tongue but he doesn't dare say it. He stares intently at Stiles with red eyes, not breaking contact since he first pulled away enough to see his own eyes glowing in response. ]

[ It's the same wrist Peter Hale offered to bite, before he went for his side instead, but that's not what Stiles thinks. He thinks of the implications of that now, and he breathes in sharply.

Then, meeting Derek's gaze, he speaks, around his mouthful of fangs. ]

I understand. I mean, I didn't know, until now, but I think I get it and - yes, Derek. I want that.

[ He might be sixteen but he's old enough to die, to become a werewolf, and he's old enough to be - this. Mated. ]

[ His eyes flicker, and in response, he gives solemn nod, about as glad to hear it as he is able to recognize it.

He exposes the skin on Stiles arm and gently (as gently as one is able to) bite into Stiles wrist as deep as it may go, holding himself there for some time before he pulls back, and watches the blood swell up to the surface.

Derek shifts back. ]

Stay still, I'll get the first aid kit.

[ He hisses because it hurts. It hurts like when Gerard was hurting him, only he feels like he wants to squirm into the touch, offer Derek the rest of his body to do it to. He breathes slowly out his mouth, eyes squeezed shut and then he opens them when Derek pulls away.

The blood should make him dizzy but it doesn't, and he reverts the shift. He cradles his hand under his wrist to catch the blood. ]

Ah. Thanks.

[ He returns within the minute, a small bag in hand, he takes out the roll of gauze and rolls it around Stiles' wrist. It's tight but not too tight that he won't be able to move it. ]

It'll take longer to heal but the blood should slow soon.

Yeah. Super werewolf healing, right? Or does it - if because it's this kind of bite, is it gonna heal slower?

[ He's looking at the gauze wrapped around his wrist with some intensity, and then he looks at Derek. ]

So....

It'll heal slower because I was the one who bit you, but also this kind of bite is... Special.

[ His eyes meet Stiles'. ]

The pack will know.

I wasn't going to hide it from them.

[ Not that he could if he wanted, he understands, but he keeps his gaze met with Derek's, letting him know that he wouldn't.

That includes Scott.

He reaches his arm out, the newly bitten one, and cups one of Derek's cheeks, like he's not sure what he's doing but he wants to do it anyway. ]

[ He nods in understanding but stills when Stiles' hand cups the side of his face.

It didn't have to be romantic, if Stiles didn't want it to be but he could feel that attraction, and he was certain that it was one Stiles shared that with him. ]

[ Stiles Stilinksi doesn't do things in halves. And he knows he's been attracted to Derek, and so a moment after that he's shifting forward, drawing Derek towards him so that he can kiss the Alpha.

It's chaste, the best way to put it, a soft drag of mouths against each other. It makes Stiles' heart race either way. ]

[ Derek's arms envelope Stiles, holding him there as he deepens the kiss, not having realized that he maybe wanted this just as much as Stiles seemed to. It makes a feeling stur in his gut, like all the anxieties he hadn't realized where building up were suddenly put at ease. ]

[ Stiles groans softly into the kiss, opening his mouth against Derek's, sliding his hand into Derek's hair and the other around his shoulders.

All the anxiety Stiles has been feeling since Peter bit him loosens, and he shifts closer with a soft noise. ]

[ Derek was actually beginning to think that things might actually work out this time.

He would just have to trust Stiles and he didn't doubt that it would take plenty of time and hard work but it would be worth it. Or at least, he hoped it would. ]

[ Stiles knows that accepting this won't make it suddenly easy for either of them. He's probably going to challenge Derek in ways that don't benefit the pack or them, and Derek and he both have trust issues.

He pulls away from the kiss to lean his forehead against Derek's, petting his hair still. Somehow he thinks it's still gonna work out. ]

[ Derek's okay with that. They're both aware of those truths and Derek doesn't mind. He closes his eyes, feeling Stiles' forehead press against his own. He breaths in. ]

I guess this is new for both of us...

[ Stiles gives a small laugh, hands still stroking through Derek's hair. ]

Probably more for me than you... but yeah.

[ He hums, enjoying the feel of Stiles hands up in his hair. ]

We should probably call the pack together...

[ Stiles dares to scratch behind his ears a little, testing a personal theory, but stills after a moment. ]

Yeah, it's probably better to tell them than to let them figure it out at school. I can't see that ending well.

[ Whatever that personal theory is, it doesn't make Derek kick his leg, though it does make him lean in with the utmost content and enjoyment. It even earns a pleased smile and a whine when Stiles stops. ]

Yeah...

[ The fact that Derek whines when he stops is enough, and Stiles smooths his hands through his hair again with a satisfied grin. ]

Um. I can handle calling them, I think, or you can, or we both can. Whatever you think works.

You can call Scott, and maybe Jackson or whoever. I'll try to get Isaac to round up the others if he can.

[ He doesn't move away from Stiles to pull out his phone though, simply breathing in Stiles' scent at this point. ]

Oh yeah, cause Jackson is gonna listen to me.

[ Stiles' voice trails off, and he leans forward to sniff at Derek, his cheek brushing Derek's. ]

...smell good.

[ Derek can only bring himself to think that Jackson doesn't listen to anyone. Except Lydia. ]

Talk to Lydia...

[ But he nuzzles against Stiles unable to believe how much he wanted this. ]

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we should get others in on this if we can for hilariously awkward pack times

i. i know an isaac and she's busy ;A; same with the lydia

i know an isaac too but i think she's at work presently ;n; they know a jackson....

we'll see what we can round up?

sounds good to me!

/lazes

/procrastinates