Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf and probably never will.
The darkness is always there, scraping against Stiles' soul. His mother told him about it when he was younger and that she would teach him how to use it. That didn't happen and saving everyone from the nemeton the darkness grew. He knew he was going to need an anchor, someone willing to share pain. Without one the darkness would release itself and consume him. Just the thought keeps him awake at night.
Stiles would act like his usual carefree self in this life or death situation, but he was more concerned with the darkness threatening to seep deeper into his soul. He turned to Derek who was tied up next to him. The succubi weren't so nice to Derek just because they could tell he wasn't exactly human. Stiles doesn't really recall being captured, but remembers the club. The succubi had been leeching off everyone they could and Derek and the pack couldn't ignore them much longer. "Heh. Do you think they're going to suck our faces off? That would be a great way to die." Stiles said and Derek growled in reply. He threw his head back and sighed. He was going to die before he had one last great conversation. After what seemed like hours Sergeant Suck face (the name Stiles gave the pucker lipped succubus).
"Theirs already anyone worth draining in this town of yours," the succubus complained and Stiles snorted. There really isn't many people to stare at in Beacon Hills. The succubus made her way to were she tied Stiles up and leaned over so their faces barely had any space between them. She squeezed his face between her fingers, "I wonder how succulent a virgin is."
"Probably horrible, you know, since we haven't had all those good life experiences," Stiles began to panic, not because he could end up as food for a sex demon, but because he could hear the darkness screaming for control. He knows the darkness can stop his very possible death, but there's the chance it'll devour his soul. When the succubus placed her lips on his he felt a sensation, not of pain or soothing, just a sensation that he can only describe as static. She began to deepen the kiss and the feeling grew worse and he felt his control slip and it happened. The succubus and his bindings were replaced with ash. He brushed the little ash off his lip and stared in disbelief. His darkness got rid of the succubus for him, but didn't try to keep hold on him.
"Stiles, what did you do?" Derek asked and looked at stiles with confusion written in his eyes.
"I-I… I'll explain later," Stiles rushed over to Derek and tried to quickly unknot the wolfs bane rope, "And you have to promise not to tell anyone." Derek gave him a nod and Stiles finally had the rope loose.
"Lets get out of here before the other one decides to return," Derek said while scanning the warehouse they're in. His vision stopped on Stiles and he looked him over more than necessary.
The warehouse the succubi kept Derek and Stiles in wasn't far from the club so they could easily get to Stiles' jeep. Stiles had already got in contact with Scott who said that the pack regrouped at Derek's apartment when they couldn't find them. Stiles literally thought they couldn't have been trying if they couldn't catch Derek's scent a couple buildings away. Once Stiles and Derek were in the jeep Derek put one of his questions back in the air, "What are you?"
"I'll tell you later when there's more air to explain," he didn't want to begin explaining what he is outside a club that could be full of anything that would want to try and kill him.
The entire pack was waiting for them when they arrived at the apartment. They didn't try and hide the concern they had for Stiles' safety and that didn't really settle well for the darkness stirring inside him. He did his best to push it back down. They began to formulate another plan to get the last succubus and Stiles mentally thanked Derek for lying about how one had already died. When the finished the plan the pack began to leave and Stiles stayed behind unnoticed. "And here I thought you were avoiding my question," Derek walked into Stiles' line of view and he can't believe the first person he was going to tell isn't his best friend. "So what are you?" Derek asked a curious tone in his voice. Stiles hesitated and swallowed. He isn't sure how to explain what he is, his dad knew because of his mother.
"I guess the technical term for what I am is…" Stiles stopped to think about what could happen after he lets the last word out. He could have his throat ripped out in a second," a demon…" He hear the darkness coo with glee that he finally admitted what he is. Stiles saw Derek tense, but there was no sign that he was going to do something horrible to Stiles. "I've known since I was six and I can't control that side of me," Stiles paused and waited to see if Derek wanted to say anything, "And since that whole nemeton thing its grown stronger and wants more control. Pretty soon I'm going to need an anchor or I'll lose the humanity I have." Stiles looked down at the floor and waited for Derek to say something.
"What type of anchor do you need? I can help." That shocked Stiles and he's positive that it showed on his face. He really thought Derek was going to ban him from Beacon Hills or something else.
"It has to be a person, someone willing to share my pain," he said the last part softly, but he knew Derek heard it with his enhanced hearing.
"It's not like you ever really get hurt." Derek said smiling. Stiles is pretty sure that either Derek has gone crazy or he can really grow on people, but that doesn't mean he'll still help if he hears the last part about anchors for demons.
"Um, I have to seal my anchor with a kiss. I know how you're-" He found himself cut off by lips meeting his. He felt something tick in place, but he doesn't care. The hottest person he's ever met is kissing him. He wants the kiss to deepen even though he knows he shouldn't want that. He forces himself to hold back a whine when Derek removes his lips.
"I hope that was enough to seal it," Stiles had to resist the urge to touch Derek whose looks somehow managed to improve. He wasn't sure if that was the effect of the kiss or the seal.
"Yeah," he swears he can already feel something inside him changing and his gut was telling him he wouldn't like it when he woke up in the morning. His gut is hardly ever wrong.
Hello, please leave a review :3 I really hoped you like what I have so far. The title of this fic comes from the song Black Damask by Motionless In White.
Warning: I'll probably update once or twice a week, it really depends.