This one is a bit long.
"Look at you, and your sour pouty, wolf face. We won, again, this... This is a cele-cel-celllllaaaa... It's a party!" Stiles flopped down on his couch, Scott and the others were getting a ride home with Liam, but Stiles refused to leave his car, so he would stay until he sobered up a bit.
"You almost got yourself killed, again. For a squishy, breakable human you sure put yourself in a lot of danger." Derek glowered at him, leaning slightly his direction when Stiles jostled the couch. He had a better constitution, but he'd also had considerably more wolf's bane booze than Stiles.
"Pfft! I was fine, I'm always fine. I've got the big bad wolf at my back after all, you... You're not so careful your own self. I know you heal, but there's only so many times a guy can watch you get skewered, it's, it's bad for my heart." Stiles mumbled, sinking closer until their shoulders touched.
"At least half the times I get skewered are to save your hide. How can someone so clever be so stupid?" Derek smacked him lightly on the back of the head.
"Oof! Hey! Wait, you think I'm clever?" Stiles shifted to look him in the eye, Derek glared, but it didn't have the same effect with flushed cheeks, and a crooked smirk.
"You are clever, it's not an opinion, or a compliment. It's like you saying I'm strong, it's just true." He grumbled, Stiles thunked his forehead against Derek's.
"You are crazy strong, and hot." He whispered , Derek froze, but he didn't pull away, so Stiles closed the distance. The kiss was sloppy, and at an awkward angle, but it made his heart race. He pulled Stiles into his lap, his eyes shining blue through his hooded lids. Things blurred together in a haze of lust, and passion.
Stiles opened his eyes, expecting to see Derek beside him in his bed, and found himself disappointed when he saw Alexis. For a moment half asleep she looked twisted and wrong. He scrambled off the bed with a heavy thud.
"Stiles? Are you okay?" She sat up, rubbing her eyes, he shook his head, looking around the dimmly lit room.
"Yeah, I just feel a little queasy, I think it was just a dream. Go back to sleep." He got to his feet, and made his way towards the bathroom . She grabbed his arm before he got far.
"Hey, can I have a kiss at least?" She pouted up at him, he wanted to, he certainly didn't want to upset her, but he just kept thinking about what Derek said.
"I don't want to be sick on you, I love you." He hugged her instead, and hurried off to the bathroom.
"Stiles, if something is going on you need to talk to me. You're sick, and ignoring it won't make it better. I'm a nurse, I can help." She said through the door, he leaned back against it, trying to hold onto everything in the dream. Who was Scott? He remembered the name. It felt familiar, not the way Derek did, but almost familial.
"I know, I'm okay, I think the stress is just tying me in knots babe, go to bed, I'll join you in a bit. I promise." Stiles called through the door. He couldn't breathe! He knelt down by the toilet, wretching up his dinner.
Is this how his Mom felt? Did she wake up and not recognize his father laying beside her? He needed to go back and talk to the doctor. There had to be something that could slow it down at least. He knew they couldn't save him, but he wanted to hold on as long as he could.
"I'm right here. You're going to be okay." Derek put his hand on his back, and Stiles didn't have the heart to fight it. He sagged into the plush rug around the toilet, letting his eyes close for just a second.
"Stiles, sweety. I need you to get up. I made you another doctors appointment." Alexis tried to turn his face to look at her. He got up, spitting the sour stomach acid from his mouth instead of accepting her kiss.
"I'm sorry, I just need to brush my teeth. I'm okay." Stiles waved her off. She frowned, coming up behind him to kiss his neck. He pulled away, slamming his hip into the sink.
"Stiles! Stiles, calm down. It's me. I'm right here. " Stiles let the toothbrush hang from his mouth, looking down at her.
"Jesus, I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm tired." He said around a mouth of toothpaste foam.
"You don't have to be sorry Stiles, you're sick. Let's go talk to the doctor, and once you start treatment you'll feel better." Alexis lead him out to get dressed, and they drove her car to the hospital. Stiles had been through the steps before, but something about this felt different. He felt like his whole world had tilted off it's axis.
"Okay Derek, you'll only have a few minutes to speak to him. You need to find out where he is, and get back. The longer your in his head the more he'll fight it. The only chance we have is that he knows you, and he trusts you implicitly, but if he's near whoever has him it could be dangerous." Deaten leveled him with a very serious look.
"I know the risks." Derek nodded to Scott, and let him submerge him in the ice water. He gasped looking around the hospital room, a flare of panic hitting him until he saw Stiles. He stood with his arms crossed, beside a woman. He took in her sent, a growl finding his lips. She was some kind of shapeshiter. Stiles looked over at him, his eyes went wide, and he looked away.
"Stiles! I know you can see me. I need you to tell me where you are." Derek ran to his side, trying to get him to look at him.
"I know it's not good. I've been hallucinating. I know what happens when things start to deteriorate." Stiles slipped his hand into the girl's, and she leaned against him.
" Stiles! Get away from her. She's a shapeshifter. You need to tell me where you are! Stiles for Christ sake I don't have a lot of time here! " Derek started looking around the room for something that would tell him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." Stiles tried to keep his focus on what the doctor said. Derek moved beside the doctor to look at his clip board. He found the hospital name on the file he had on Stiles.
"Can you hear him? Stiles this says you haven't gotten results back yet. Stiles why won't you listen to me? I'm coming to get you." The colour in the room started to bleed to red, the woman beside him twisting into a grey monstrosity with a formless face.
"Jesus! I... Alexis! You! What's happening?" Stiles stumbled away from her, Derek rushed to his side.
"Hey! Calm down! You're okay! I'm coming for you Stiles, just hold on." Stiles swung at him, trying to push him away, instead shoving the doctor back against the counter.
"Stiles stop!" Alexis pulled him into her arms, kissing him on the cheek, then his brow, and finally when he calmed down, his lips. He looked around in confusion. Derek was gone, and everything looked normal.
"Oh God! I'm sorry! I didn't mean... I could have hurt you. Is he okay?" Stiles scrambled to his feet, but the doctor shrunk back from him.
"I'm sorry doc, I don't know what came over me." He gave him the space to get up, and check his head.
"It's not your fault. This is more advanced than we expected. I think it would be best if we checked you into the psychiatric ward. " The doctor turned to leave and check on his head. Alexis brushed his hair back, leaning up to kiss him again.
"You sit. I'll take care of everything. I think I can work it so I can be your nurse, we'll get through this together okay." She offered him her most reassuring smile. He nodded, but he had no delusion that this would get better. He sat back on the spinny stool, twisting slowly while he thought. The problem was that he couldn't think his way out of losing his mind.
"Are they gonna tie me down, and like give me electro shock, because we both know this doesn't have a happy ending." Stiles said as Alexis lead him into a small padded room with a single bed, and a bars on the window.
" I know things will never be the same, but you know I'm going to be here no matter what. " She kissed him briefly before holding out the hospital issue clothes, and slip on shoes with no laces.
"I'm not a suicide risk." He held up the shoes, but started to undress anyway.
"I know that, but you did hurt that doctor. He has a concussion. They just want to be safe." She folded his things, taking his phone too.
"Do I at least get a book, or a crayon, something to do in here? " He looked around at the white walls, they would be perfect to write on if he had a marker.
"Not until you've been cleared, I'm sorry. I know you don't sit still very well, but it'll only be one night. Try and get some sleep." She left him alone, and he tried to lay down. He turned, punching the pillow. Stupid! Worthless! Why was his whole body against him? He threw the pillow at the wall.
"You let her kiss you. You were so close. Couldn't you feel it? You saw her real face!" Derek stepped away from the wall. Stiles flew to his feet, anger bubbling up inside him.
"You are the reason I'm in a padded cell! I don't need any more advice from you!" Stiles yelled, Derek smiled, hopping on the balls of his feet.
"That's it! Get pissed! Rip it all down! Get to the truth Stiles! Stop letting them spin you around! Find me!" Derek shifted his features letting out a vicious roar. That wasn't him! None of this was real!
"Leave! You're not real!" Stiles swung at empty air, and he kept swinging , desperate to make it stop. The door opened, and his wild swings came dangerously close to hitting an orderly.
"I'm sorry! I..." A needle pinched at his neck, he fell into the arms of the orderly. He woke up strapped down to the bed.
"Stay calm. If you struggle against the restraints you'll only hurt yourself." Derek put a hand on his shoulder, Stiles flinched away from him.
"Why do you care? Why can't my subconscious manifest someone I care about? Why aren't you a hallucination of my Dad? At least I want to see him." Stiles looked off at nothing. Derek leaned back against the window sill.
"I'm your husband Stiles. You do care, you just don't remember. I'm with your Dad now, looking for you. You know I am. I always find you." He whispered, Stiles said nothing, tears falling while he couldn't wipe them away. He closed his eyes, salt stinging them where the tears pooled, and tried to let himself fall back to sleep.t
"Hey. How you feeling?" Alexis moved slowly to his side. He looked up at her with red rimmed eyes.
"I'm ready for my cover shoot. Don't you think? Straitjacket sheike. " He joked, she leaned down and kisses him with a little chuckle.
"Okay, I know things are rough, but at least I can get these off you. I even brought lunch. It's no burnt toast, and questionable scrambled eggs, but there is jello." She handed him the trey before undoing his leg restraints.
"Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you." He gave her hand a squeeze, she smiled, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Obviously you would be a total mess, lucky for you, I would never leave you " She took a bite of his toast with a wink.
"I wish I didn't feel this way. It's like one minute you're everything to me, and life makes sense, and the next I'm seeing people, and none of this feels real. Mom never got violent, or I don't think she did. I wish Dad was here." He sagged against her. She stroked his hair gently while he ate his food.
"I know. I love you. I'll come back after my rounds." She whispered, he leaned his head against hers, closing his eyes.
"I love you too." He let her kiss him before she took the trey away with her. He watched her go, trying to remember the day they met, but he couldn't find it.
He sat, shaking in the corner of his single bed, free of the restraints, but not the agony of knowing his own brain had turned on him. What if Alexis was right, and Derek was all in his head? He hit himself in the temple over and over, he just wanted it out, he wanted to go back to his life.
"You'll hurt yourself." Derek whispered from the other side of the room, Stiles sobbed out loud, and hit himself harder.
"Go away! Go away, please, go away!" He pleaded, Derek looked away from him as if he might cry, but didn't disappear.
"Sir, sir you can't be in here, visiting hours are from..." a deafening growl ripped through the silence of the night, and the door burst inward. The Derek in the corner grinned, and much to Stiles' surprise another one came through the door, his eyes glowing blue.
"Stiles!" Derek crossed the room in two strides, and pulled him into an almost violent kiss. Stiles went limp in his arms, his sobbing stopped, but the look of shocked disbelief, and fear made him seem like a frightened child.
"You're real?" He whispered, tears still streamed down his face, Derek's eyes faded to their natural colour, and he sat beside him on the bed.
"Of course I am, did you really think I wouldn't come for you?" Derek rubbed his hands up and down Stiles' arms gently.
"How do I know you're really real, and not like him, not some symptom of my frontal temporal dementia?" He reached up to touch his cheek, Derek's expression fell to match the one Stiles wore.
"Your what? When did... what stage symptoms are you presenting?" He pulled his hands away from him, careful to give him space.
"Late stage hallucinations, time displacement, the inability to distinguish reality, I've been passing out, I feel weak." He watched this version of Derek as he spoke. There were tiny differences, bags under his eyes, which were red rimmed, and disheveled. If he was a hallucination his brain had really stepped up his game.
"Okay, have you seen the scans yourself? Spoken to the doctor, or been treated by anyone other than the doppelganger?" Derek's eyes watched him with such a fierce scrutiny, this version of him seemed different. The other one had traces of Stiles personality in him, but this one seemed so opposite to him.
"No, I... Alexis is a nurse here, she's been treating me after I lashed out at the doctor." This Derek's dark eyebrows creased in anger at the mention of her name.
"She is hurting you. If you let me take you away from her I promise you'll get better. This isn't what took your mother. The Sheriff is waiting outside, we can take you anywhere you want to wait it out. If I'm wrong, no harm done, but if I'm right two days of discomfort will fix everything you're going through." He rubbed his hands together, his rough fingers finding the intricate platinum band on his left ring finger.
"You won't hurt Alexis?" He whispered, Derek's nose crinkled up with his brows in poorly restrained rage.
"I won't do anything you don't want me to do, that included." He reached out, his hand hesitating just before he could touch Stiles' shoulder, his eyes falling closed for a moment before pulling back.
"Okay, two days, than if I'm not better you'll bring me back here right?" Stiles bit his lip, shifting so his leg touched Derek's thigh.
"Two days, you're in charge the whole time, you can trust me Stiles." He held his hand out palm up this time.
"Do you have my ring?" He whispered, taking the offered hand. Derek pulled a chain from around his neck with a platinum ring to match his own.
"It was at the precinct when you disappeared." He took it off the chain, and held it up to him. Stiles rubbed his thumb over the engraving, looking down at the tan line in his left hand.
"What is this?" His eyes went to the engraving on Derek's ring.
"It's an enchantment. As long as you wear it you can always find me, and I can always find you. You spelled them yourself with Deaten." Stiles slid the ring on his left hand, and it settled into place as if it were meant to rest there.
"I did magic?" He twisted the band around his fingers. The same motion he found his fingers doing when he thought something through.
"I know your life sounds like something you'd hallucinate, but you are a magnet for trouble. Come on, we should hurry if you don't want me to fight her." Derek pulled him to his feet, their hands seemed to fit together so easily.
"If she's a doppelganger, explain what she is doing to me." Stiles said while they moved through the halls of the hospital, leaning heavily against Derek. He felt so weak.
"Of course you figured it out. She has a sort of venom, it is concentrated on her lips, but a touch can stupify if she uses her venom. She must have intercepted you on the way to work, put your ring there to throw us off your trail. Once she's kissed a victim she takes the place of the person they care for the most in their eyes. Once it has it feeds off that affection, until their victim goes mad. Then it steals your face to feed off the person you loved." Derek paused, cocking his head to the side.
"So it's like how a nightmare feeds off fear? If she..." Stiles started to ramble, but Derek held his hand up.
"Stiles, shut up." He turned to try and hear better, and Stiles frowned.
"Hey! I thought you were my husband, aren't you supposed to be nice to me?" Stiles pulled his hand away to cross his arms. Derek smiled, and in that instant he looked so young, and carefree.
"I have missed you, and your spastic ramblings, but right now I'm trying to listen for your girlfriend." He patted Stiles' cheek, and closed his eyes to listen.
"Stiles, what are you doing? How did you get out of your room?" Alexis rounded the corner, Derek growled, his eyes turning I've blue.
"Do you trust me?" Derek's voice sounded rough around a mouth full of fangs, but it didn't feel like something to be afraid of.
"What? Why? You promised no one got hurt!" Stiles looked between them frantically.
"Who are you talking to? Stiles there's no one there." Alexis held a hand out to him, and started to inch closer. Derek rolled his eyes, turning and scooping Stiles up against his chest. Stiles wrapped around his warmth without thinking, and Derek turned, and threw them through the window landing with ease three stories bellow.
"Stiles! Thank God! Did you really need to jump out a window with my son?" The sheriff rushed over, pulling Stiles into a hug.
"Dad!" Stiles shook in his arms, broken sobs rattling loose from his impossibly tight chest.
"Hey, I'm right here kiddo. I've got you." He rubbed his back, shushing him while they stood amidst the shattered glass.
"I thought you were dead." He rasped when he finally found the air to speak, the Sheriff squeezed him tighter.
"I'm not going anywhere kiddo." He moved a hand to the back of his head, trying to take in all the pain his son had felt.
"I really don't want to break this up, but we have to go." Derek put a hand on both their shoulders. They pulled apart, piling into the Sheriff 's car.
"You want to go home, or should we get a hotel to wait this out? I brought your stupid pillow, so either way is fine." Derek had been chosen to drive since Stiles sat in the back with his father, almost clinging to him.
"My pillow? I, could we go to a hotel? I'm still so confused." Stiles held his head, he felt dizzy from all the excitement.
"Yeah. You can't sleep without the thing, because deep down you're a giant toddler." Derek reached back, pulling a backpack off the floor to give him.
"I went through seven pillows before I got hospitalized." He pulled the pillow out, smoothing a hand over the soft flannel pillow case.
"The first night you passed out at my place you complained all through breakfast about your neck, even though I know it didn't hurt, because I couldn't take your pain. You even ranted to Scott about it when you were having a meltdown over hooking up with me." Derek pulled into a fairly nice hotel, turning the car off.
"Did you want me to stay? I know you're not feeling right, and I understand if you don't want to be alone right now." His Dad squeezed his shoulder, giving Derek a sympathetic look.
"No, you should go home. I know how your back gets when you stay in hotels. I might not know what's real right now, but I'm pretty sure Derek wouldn't hurt me." He met Derek's eyes in the rearview mirror.
"Given how many times he's saved your life I would hope not. I'm sending Perish to get your jeep, it will be here by morning. Scott will probably swing by too. He's been worried sick about you." Stiles nodded, getting out, and putting the backpack on.
"I'll see you when I've got my head on straight. I'm really glad you're alive." They hugged, and Derek gave him the keys.
"You be safe son." The Sheriff put his hand on Derek's shoulder before he got back into the car and left.
"Derek?" Stiles whispered, he looked back with a raised brow. "Who is Scott?" He clutched his pillow against his chest like a small child.
"He's your best friend, mine too, honestly. He's how we met. It makes sense she would have to take him from you to take me. It'll come back to you. I promise." Derek reached out, pausing just before his hand could rest against his lower back to usher him inside. Stiles looked down at his hand, but moved away, towards the lobby. Derek got a room, and they went to the elevator in silence.
"Are you loaded, or is this a huge financial burden for us, because if you're right, I don't want to ruin our finances while I'm having a supernatural breakdown. I mean I'm grateful, and everything, but I feel like I'm probably the planner between the two of us, and..." Derek laughed, really, truly laughed, and it made Stiles melt inside.
"We'll be fine. I have plenty of money." Derek shook his head, his hand reaching out for him again before he remembered he couldn't touch him.
"Really? That's... Awesome! What do you do? You kind of look like you would fix cars, or train body builders." Derek smiled, looking up at him, his expression dangerously adorable.
"I inherited it. The pack I was born into had excellent financial standing, and I'm one of the last living heirs. I help Scott run the pack, and deal with the finances. Even with all his rescue excursions we are making money. I own three apartment buildings now, and the Hale estate. I let pack stay there, but most of them don't like free rides. You've been trying to convince me to take down the old Hale manner so we could build a new one. The apartment building has been getting a bit crowded." Derek rubbed the back of his neck, like an uncomfortable teenager. Stiles couldn't help but smile at seeing how soft this steely eyed man got when they were alone.
"Wow, you sound like quite the catch. I knew Hale had something to do with you, but I never imagined it was your last name." Stiles enjoyed this, despite how miserable he felt physically. He really did wish he could sit down though.
"I wasn't always. I didn't deal with losing my family well for a very long time. You... You helped me more than you can know." Derek let his mask of steely indifference return. To Stiles it felt like a punch in the gut. He didn't want him to stop smiling.
"All the time I was with her, it's got to be three, maybe four weeks now if you're right, all that time I dreamed about you. You haunted me even through whatever magic she did. You were what I hallucinate too. Telling me things, probably things some part of me knows. You were there for me, and I didn't even remember your name, so I think we're even." He mumbled as the got out of the elevator, and crossed the hall to their room.
"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now." Derek spoke without looking at him, holding the door open. Stiles swallowed hard, trying not to think about how close they got as he went inside. The room was as nice as his apartment, it even had a full kitchen.
"Well you have more restraint than my hallucinatory version of you. You grabbed my dick once even. Hey, I... I never slept with Alexis. I just thought you should know. I don't know why, it just never felt right. I kind of assumed hallucination you was so handsy because I was pent up. If you're right I'm really glad, because I couldn't imagine having to live with that. Knowing I cheated, even if it was some magic mind fuck would kill me. Hey, are you okay?" He turned around from his exploration of the room to find Derek leaned over the counter, struggling to stop crying.
"I should have kept you safe. This, all of this is your biggest fear; losing your mind, and the people you love. After the Nogitsune you were always so scared to lose yourself again. I should have stopped this. I'm supposed to keep you safe." He clutched at his chest, trying to dig his nails into the pain that radiated there.
"Derek! No, hey, this isn't your fault!" Stiles dropped the bag, and his pillow to rush to his side, and wrap his arms around him. Derek formed to him, clinging to the hospital issue shirt until the fabric gave under the strain. Stiles put all his strength into holding him close, letting his whole body sag against him.
"I'm so sorry." His voice shook while his embrace had begun to be uncomfortably firm.
"This is on her, not you. So don't give me that. I am going to need to breathe at some point though." He patted his back, Derek released him as if he'd been burned, making Stiles stumble into the empty space.
"Whoa, you okay?" Derek touched his cheek, he felt clammy, and he was still far too pale, even for Stiles.
"I'm fine, I just think I should sit down." Stiles covered Derek's hand with his own, letting his eyes fall shut. Derek crouched, scooping him up to carry to the bed.
"Hey! I'm sick but I can still walk mister!" He swatted his shoulder, Derek set him down and sat at the edge of the bed with a little chuckle.
"You want to watch Star Wars, and get Chinese?" Derek looked over his shoulder at him. Stiles bit his lip, his gaze moving to the kitchen.
"Can you cook, because a hallucination told me you make a pretty boss omelet, and I've wanted one ever since." Stiles blushed, Derek raised a brow at him.
"Of all the things to remember about me your brain decided my everything omelet was the most important? If course I'll cook , but I'm gonna have to pop out to get groceries." Derek pulled open the fridge, finding only wet bar snacks.
"I don't need a baby sitter. I don't think even I could mess up laying down, and doing nothing." Stiles waved the remote at him, Derek side eyed him.
"If anyone could... I'm kidding, I'll be back in twenty minutes max." He grabbed the key card, Stiles threw a pillow at him, which he caught, and tossed back to the bed before he left. Stiles sat there, flipping through channels, but he couldn't make his mind settle. Part of him felt bad for leaving the hospital. Alexis would be freaking out. If he was really sick he was a danger to himself, and others.
He'd hurt people in his confusion. He knew being sick made more sense, but things with Derek felt right. He wanted to believe him, and not just because he was the hottest guy he'd ever met. He needed his smart board. A knock at the door made him jump.
"Stiles! Hey, it's Scott. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Your Dad told me you were here." That voice did sound familiar. Stiles got up to look through the peep hole. The guy in the hall looked vaguely familiar too, the problem is that he didn't know him, not even the way he knew Derek.
"Look, I know you might not remember me, but I just really need to see you're okay. I can hear you by the door. Please Stiles." He fidgeted with the same awkward energy Stiles often felt. Stiles flipped the lock, taking a step back.
"Hey, Scott, my best friend right?" Stiles tried to look causal, but ended up looking ridiculously awkward.
"I hope so. I uh, I brought your laptop. I know it helps you work through stuff when you write it out. I also brought this." He held up a dry erase marker
"You think I'm gonna write stuff all over the glass beautiful mind style? " Stiles took the offered items.
"I mean... Yeah. You always do. It's always saved my butt, so I thought it would help you." Scott rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, Stiles grinned.
"I guess you really do know me. Derek's out getting groceries, but he's gonna make omelets when he gets back if you want to hang out." Stiles offered, Scott smiled, but shook his head.
"I can't Malia is waiting for me, we have to make sure no one else is in danger, including you. Isaac and everyone else has really missed you. Once you get past this we'll throw you a big congrats on not dying party." Scott chucked him in the shoulder.
"Is that a normal thing to throw a party for?" Stiles crouched down to plug his computer in, setting it on the little corner table.
"It is an unfortunately common theme for our parties, but Lydia makes some bomb ass dip, so any excuse to throw a party right. I'll come back tomorrow, and see how you're holding up." Scott paused at the door, Stiles got up, and closed the space.
"Thank you, for all this. I really hope I remember everything." He held his arms open, Scott happily pulled him into a familial hug.
"You will. Alright, I gotta go." Scott opened the door as Derek came back holding a paper bag full of assorted food stuffs.
"Scott." He nodded, Scott clapped his shoulder on his way by.
"Okay, if that's how you greet your best friend I can see why it means so much when you open up to me. Are you always such a sour wolf?" Stiles went back to the chair, exhausted from just that little bit of activity. Derek smirked, setting the groceries on the counter.
"You used to call me that all the time." Derek pulled a pan out, and a bowl to mix up the eggs.
"What? Sour wolf? " Stiles turned on his laptop, entering his regular password, and it opened in the first try.
"Yeah, I suppose I don't smile as often as some." Derek glanced up at him from his cooking, but Stiles was busy looking at the pictures on his computer.
"Is this out wedding?" Stiles turned the computer towards him. Derek looked at the picture of them dancing in matching stylish tuxes.
"That is actually Scott's wedding. Our wedding photos have their own folder." Derek gestured to the computer with his spatula.
"Union?" He clicked on the folder.
"No! No, that's not it! " Derek jumped the counter to shut the laptop. Stiles blinked at the empty space.
"So I'm a bit of an exhibitionist hu?" Stiles choked out behind his hand, Derek scoffed, a blush creeping up past his ears.
"We travel sometimes, it uh, it's nice to have a distraction on the road. Look we've been married for a while." Derek hurried back to the kitchen, trying not to look at him.
"Fuck! Derek! I'm gonna cum!" Stiles frantically clicked out of the folder, fire engine red.
"Sorry! It just played when I opened the computer!" Stiles scrolled through the other folders to give his hands something to do.
"You can watch them. You were the one who filmed them, and I certainly enjoyed making them with you. I just didn't think you'd want to." Derek slid an omelet on to a plate, bringing it over. Derek clicked back into the folder, scrolling down.
"That one was your favorite." He pointed to a thumbnail with Derek holding a chain. Stiles couldn't help himself. He clicked on it.
Derek took Stiles by the waist, pushing him against the wall. They were both in just jeans, and Derek's hands moved up his sides to pin his hands over his head. His mouth moved over Stiles chest, his tongue circling his nipple.
"Do you trust me?" Derek's voice sounded rough, the baritone making him shift uncomfortably in his chair.
"Always." Stiles whispered breathless, while he struggled to get the friction he needed. The heavy metal is click of the manacles made Stiles jump in his seat. Derek moved at a torturous pace down his chest until Stiles mewled desperately on the screen.
"That's it, beg for me." Derek purred, grazing his fangs over the v in Stiles hip before unzipping his jeans.
"Please! Derek! Jesus how are you so good at that? You haven't even touched me! If you don't I'm gonna lose it before you get that far. Please!" Stiles bucked his hips towards Derek's lips. Derek held him in place with a firm hand just above his boxers.
"Is that so? Who says I'm going to touch you?" He stood, grabbing the chain to lower the manacles until Stiles could hold his hands by his chest.
"On your knees." He ordered, Stiles dropped roughly to the floor, and Derek undid his belt slowly.
"God yes! Please Derek! " Stiles strained against his restraints as Derek stroked his significant length just out of his reach. Stiles managed to lick the tip, making Derek moan, and lean into the touch. Stiles sucked him into his mouth, twisting his head to get the best suction.
"Fuck! Stiles!" Derek buried his hands on Stiles' hair. Stiles strained against his jeans just watching this.
"Naughty!" He pulled him back by his hair. " you want me to fuck you don't you? " Derek nipped at his ear, earning a little gasp of approval. He yanked the chain up until Stiles could only stand on his tip toes. Derek hooked his legs around his shoulders, to eat his ass, never once touching his raging erection.
"Jesus!" The word slipped out without permission, Derek slid a hand over his shoulder to lean on close.
"Don't forget to eat love." He used the same voice as the video, making it hard for Stiles to remember how to swallow. On the screen Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek's waist as he started to pound him into the wall.
"Right! Food." Stiles squeaked, Derek chuckled, going to sit on the bed while he ate.
"You um, you're pretty good at that." Stiles choked as the one on screen came across Derek's tan chest, completely untouched.
"It wasn't your first attempt. I personally like it better when we did the one in the bath. You topped, and when we were done you wrapped us up in this ridiculously huge, and fluffy white towel. You have a better eye for cinematic angles than I do." Derek held his fork up to point at the computer. Stiles thought for way too long about finding the video, but turned instead to eat his slightly cold omelet.
"Oh my God! This is delicious!" Stiles groaned, Derek smirked, setting his empty plate aside, pulling his jacket off and tossing it to the arm chair.
"I have a few talents." Derek pulled up the on demand screen and ordered Stiles' favorite episode of star wars.
"Scoot." Stiles moved over to the bed, trying to hide his hard on. Derek did as he was told, leaving his arm on the back of the bed frame. Stiles slid into the bed, curling his legs up to rest his plate on his knees.
"Hey I love this movie." Stiles shifted closer, until Derek had no choice but to rest his hand on Stiles' shoulder.
"I know." They watched quietly while Stiles ate.
"Can I ask you something?" Stiles whispered, Derek looked over at him with a content little smile.
"Always." He waited for him to build up to his question.
"Okay, so... I mean we, after... That. I just, she... All the time, and I hallucinated it quite a few times, but I've never actually... Hu, this shouldn't be this hard to say." Stiles laughed, trying to hide his face in his knees.
"You want me to kiss you?" Derek shifted towards him, but didn't close the distance.
"Is that stupid? I mean I know we're married, and by tomorrow night I should remember stuff like, like that video, but I just feel like..." Stiles trailed off as Derek pulled him closer, kissing him with everything he had. Unlike his hallucination this Derek tasted of omelet, and some kind of bitter tea. It wasn't some perfect thing his mind conjured. His stubble scratched, and his nails dug into his shoulder a bit too hard, but he wouldn't change a thing.
"You don't have to ask. I always want to kiss you Stiles." He whispered against his lips, kissing him again. Stiles moaned, opening his mouth to him. He didn't want to stop, but as he ground his hips against Derek he realized this would definitely lead down an avenue he was not ready for.
"I should try and get some rest. I'm still really messed up from the drugs, and whatever she was doing to me." Stiles pushed him away gently. Derek moved away, breathless, and clearly struggling to control himself.
"You're right. I... I'm going to take a shower. Get some sleep." Derek threw himself out of the bed.
"Derek!" Stiles reached after him. He paused, both hands on the door frame to the bathroom.
"It's okay Stiles. I just, I need to cool off." Derek disappeared into the bathroom, and honestly listening to him shower was also fairly arousing. He grabbed his computer, going through less pornographic images, and files, trying to piece things together, and distract himself. The longer he tried to remember the more his head hurt.
"Derek! I need the bathroom!" Stiles shot up, stumbling across the room. Derek opened the door in just a towel, but Stiles pushed past him, voiding his stomach.
"Stiles! Hey, you're okay." Derek rubbed his back, filling a glass of water for him. He fell to the side, wrapped around the toilet.
"Come on, drink." Derek raised the glass to his lips. Stiles drank until he started to cough. Water spilling across his shirt.
"I'm fine, I'm just exhausted. I thought looking through my things would make me remember, but it just twists me in knots. Derek. What if I never remember?" Stiles turned to cough into his arm.
"You just need time to work the venom out of your system. You're going to get your memories back, and if you don't, we'll just make new ones okay?" He rubbed his arms, trying to sooth him. Stiles turned, dry heaving until his chest hurt, and his eyes watered. Derek sat behind him, trying to support him as he suffered, keeping a hand on him to take his pain.
"You don't have to do that, I'm okay." Stiles leaned back against him, still a bit damp from the shower.
"I know you're not. I can feel your pain, so give it up." Derek wrapped his arms around him, Stiles sagged back into him.
"Fine, suffer all you want sour wolf." Stiles mumbled, curling up, and coughing into his knees. Sleep did not come easy. Dreams plagued him, a jumbled mess of memories. He woke in the bed with his pillow under his head.
"Derek!" He reached out, and for the first time for weeks he found what he'd been looking for when Derek took his hand.
"Hey! I'm here." He stood over the bed, he'd slept in the arm chair. Stiles looked up at him, pulling him down into the bed. An enormous weight fell from Stiles' shoulders as the weight of Derek's body pressed into him, he was really there. He'd come for him. This was real, all his dreams were real.
"I knew you'd find me. I'm starting to remember, it's not all there, but it's clearer. I finally remember Scott. God, everyone must have been freaking out. Did the whole pack fall apart without me?" Stiles grinned, his hands on Derek's hips while he stradled him.
"Come on give us a little credit... Of course we did. Me especially. I missed you so much. " Derek kissed him, and Stiles didn't feel guilty, he didn't think of Alexis, he just enjoyed his touch.
"I remember, I love you Derek." Stiles whispered, it was Derek's turn to grin against his lips.
"I love you too." They fell together into the bed, and things only got better from there. They stopped the doppelganger, threw a party, and his memories all came back to him. Marrying into a werewolf pack had it's risks, but Stiles had never been more sure it was worth it.