"We totally abandoned Isaac out there." Stiles said but Derek's muddled brain needed a moment to comprehend what he was saying.
"He'll survive." Derek let out a sigh and cuddled closer to Stiles. "At least for a few minutes longer." He had no idea how long they had been in this room, he might have drifted off to sleep at some point, but he wasn't ready to leave the comfy bed. Five more minutes, he promised himself.
"He might get scarred for life." Stiles mused but didn't try to wiggle out of Derek's arms. If anything he snuggled even closer. One leg slipped between Derek's, bringing their groins closer together. Derek was pliant and soft all over, his body basically melting into the mattress after the massage, but what he felt of Stiles' cock, it wasn't as soft as his.
Stiles' lips found his and they shared a lazy kiss. Stiles moved shallowly against him, his filling cock in the hollow of Derek's hip.
"You up for something?" Stiles asked between little kisses.
Derek was content with just lying here but he didn't mind either.
"If I don't have to move." He decided after a moment.
Stiles paused with the kisses to study him and Derek blinked sleepily up to him.
"We don't have to." He said and Derek knew he would just snuggle up with him again if Derek said no. Instead Derek rolled to his side and drew his upper leg closer to his chest, a clear invitation.
Stiles let out a little laugh and reached for the lube.
Derek almost fell asleep with Stiles fingers in him and he didn't really rose when the fingers disappeared and Stiles' cock took their place.
Spooning him Stiles thrust into him with slow rolls of his hips. Derek let out a content sigh and just relaxed farther. Long minutes later when Stiles spilled his release deep in him Derek wasn't even really awake any more.
"Does that count as somnophilia? Stiles asked, his breath ghosting for the lobe of Derek's ear.
Derek grunted at that and made an unhappy sound when Stiles slipped out of him. He hadn't come, he wasn't even hard, but this was good. Somehow getting the message Stiles didn't even try to get him aroused. He just spooned up closer until he was flush against his back, their fingers tangled together over Derek's heart.
"We need to get up soon." Stiles said into the nape of his neck. "And we should rescue Isaac at some point."
Right, this was not their bed. This was a rented room in a club.
They still took their time but in the end they got up. Stiles had cleaned him up but when he got upright, Derek still felt come slipping out of him. Without doing something about it, he put his jeans on.
Then they went in search for Isaac.
Derek expected to find him a the bar, desperately clinging to his drink, but they found him in one of the public rooms.
The room had a cross in the middle which was currently occupied by Lydia's sub Kira, if Derek remembered her name correctly. The ball gag was gone and lovely little gasps and moans were falling from her lips. Behind her stood Lydia, expertly wielding a flogger.
Isaac and a few others were watching from the side but Derek was pretty sure that the couple in the middle didn't even notice the audience. Lydia's focus was on Kira and on layering her back with welt after welt while Kira was in her own little world. Derek couldn't see much of her face due to the angle and her hair falling freely now but what he saw was an expression of pure bliss.
He wondered if that was the expression he was wearing when Stiles made him fly. It was beautiful.
Then Derek's gaze wandered over to Isaac and his expression was even more stunning. He was looking at the scene in front of him with so much raw need, it hurt. The wolf in Derek just wanted to make it all better for his friend but this was nothing he could give him.
Maybe he should ask Lydia if Isaac could be next. The thought was absurd but his mind was still not working right.
The scene was slowly coming to an end. Lydia put the flogger aside and then raked her manicured nails over her sub's back. Kira cried out, back arching and whole body trembling, and for a second the air around her cracked with electricity revealing her kitsune nature. Looked like Derek wasn't the only one who's control slipped in moments like this.
Then Kira just collapsed, the cuffs around her wrists the only thing holding her up.
Lydia was behind her, supporting her weight and whispering into her ear, while she opened the cuffs. From somewhere she produced a robe to cover Kira up and then she led her sub to a couch in the back.
This part was truly private and the people in the room quietly moved out to give them some space.
"Isaac?" Stiles caught up with him on the way out. "You okay?"
Isaac nodded and even with so many other people around and the air smelling of sweat and sex Derek caught a whiff of his scent. There was arousal and all the other things he'd expected but what punched the air out of his lungs was the overlaying despair.
Derek would have given him anything just to make that scent go away.
"Can we go home now?" Isaac asked, not looking either of them in the eye.
When they were back in their suite, just the two of them, Derek mentioned Isaac's scent to Stiles.
"He has issues." Was Stiles vague answer. "With his past I'm surprised …" He started but then stopped, a sheepish expression on his face. "That's something he has to tell you himself."
Derek understood. Over the last months he and Isaac had become friends and he had caught glimpses of his past. The same way Isaac had caught glimpses of Derek's. Neither of them was ready to share their story. But they didn't really need to, Derek knew enough.
"If he wants a dom." Derek started, carefully choosing his words. "Do you know somebody?"
In the beginning Stiles had offered to introduce him to some people but Derek hadn't wanted some people, he'd wanted Stiles. He didn't trust easy but he had known that he could trust Stiles. But maybe Stiles knew somebody to introduce to Isaac. If Isaac wanted to go down that path.
"I'm not sure." Stiles admitted. "Let's just give him some time. It's his decision to make."
The next week Isaac was more quiet than usual, clearly working through some things. Derek didn't push but made it clear that he had an open ear if Isaac needed it. Stiles did the same and Derek had the suspicion that some time around the weekend they had a talk.
Neither of them said something to Derek and it was none of his business so he didn't ask but Stiles fell quiet as well. And a quiet Stiles scared Derek more than anything else.
"You know you can talk to me, right?" Derek said. It was Sunday evening, technically way into Monday morning, and after a long night on the floor with small talk and playful flirting with their guests they had fallen into bed. After the noise of the casino neither of them was ready for sleep but exhausted and pleasantly tired.
"I know." Stiles kissed his shoulder. "And I will. But I have to sort this out for myself first."
"Is Isaac okay?" Derek wasn't stupid, whatever this was about, Isaac was the key element. He didn't want to know the details but he needed to know that his friend was okay.
"He just has a lot on his mind." Stiles answered easily. "Are you going to confront Peter tomorrow? About Scott." He changed the topic.
"Yes." Derek grit his teeth. "He can't just threaten your friends."
"Isaac better has his taser ready, then." He smiled against the skin of his shoulder but Derek sensed the steel in his words.
Isaac did have his taster ready and when he entered the apartment one step behind Derek, he had it open in his hand.
Peter was on the couch again, arms spread out on the back and a mild smile on his lips. His eyes flickered to Isaac and his taser but then he ignored the human and focused on Derek instead.
"Scott delivered you message." Derek said instead of a greeting. The wolf part of his nature wanted to hug his alpha and bury his nose in the crook of his neck to inhale his scent but he stopped in the middle of the room and crossed his arms over his chest.
"It was nice talking to him." Peter admitted easily. "A nice, young man. A bit naive, though."
"What did you want from him?"
"I found a hurt dog and thought to do the right thing for once." Peter lied through a teethy smile. "Imagine my surprise when I found out that we have a mutual friend."
"Stiles is not your friend." Derek corrected. "Stay away from him and his friends."
"Oh, you're his watchdog now?" Peter mocked him, still sitting nonchalantly no the couch. "Is that a step up or down from fucktoy?"
Derek growled and Isaac stepped up next to him but Peter was fast.
Isaac cried out, something smashed against the wall and then there was a clawed hand around Derek's throat and his feet were dangling in the air.
Derek dug his claws into Peter's forearm but the alpha didn't even seem to notice.
"Last warning, Derek." Peter said dangerously low. "Go back to Mr Stilinski's bed, I heard you learned to enjoy it, and don't worry your pretty head over things that are none of your business."
The hand around his throat tightened and Derek smelled his own blood while he struggled to draw in some air. His head was swimming.
"Understood?"
"Yes, alpha." He squeezed the words out around the claws digging into his throat.
Peter drew it out for a moment longer, his red eyes pinning him down, but then he released him and Derek dropped to his feet. Catching his breath he only distantly felt his alpha's hand under his jacket.
The money, right, always the money.
"Derek, Derek, Derek." Peter pocketed the envelope and then his hands were back on Derek. Roughly he adjusted the labels of his jacket and then he patted his cheek hard enough it almost counted as slaps. "Don't try playing the hero."
With that he gave Derek a push to where Isaac was slowly collecting himself from the floor. His taser lay smashed on the other side of the room.
"Can you walk?" Derek grabbed him by the arm to help him up. Isaac stood hunched over, protecting his ribs, and Derek was wondering if they should stop at an ER next. Humans were just so fragile.
"See you next Monday." Were Peter's parting words before the apartment door hit them in the ass.
Isaac managed the stairs on his own and didn't even make a sound of pain until they were back in the car. He didn't protest when Derek put him in the passenger seat, though.
"How bad is it?" Derek asked, a worried eye on his friend. "Do you need a hospital?"
"No!" The word came out in a panicked shout. "I'm fine, nothing broken. I swear."
"Give me your hand." Derek held out his hand but Isaac hesitated. He'd made himself small, sitting pressed against the door as far away from Derek as possible and protecting himself from more hits.
"Can you take my hand?" Derek switched tactics, still offering his hand. He remembered a reverse situation when it had been him cowering in the car in blind panic. He didn't know what specifically had triggered Isaac but he got it.
Isaac wasn't totally out of it and Derek figured that he could have pulled himself together if he had to but he trusted Derek enough to let him see this.
In the end Isaac put his hand in Derek's. Gently Derek closed his fingers and a second later black lines of pain were crawling up his forearm. Instantly Isaac breathed easier.
"Eventually." Isaac said, his heart still pounding loud in Derek's ears. "He will kill you."
"I know."
