After falling onto Derek, Stiles' brain goes into overdrive. The only thought running through his head is I'm gonna die. Why? Because he's lying on Derek Hale, the guy who threatens to rip people's throat out, ya know, with his teeth. So, he's just lying there paralyzed while Matt taunts Derek. And yeah, that's not a smart move cause once the toxin wears off, Derek's just gonna go after Matt to get his revenge.
"You'll pay for this." Derek growls out shifting his head to glare at Matt and that means that Derek's lips are brushing against the top of Stiles' head. Stiles resumes his mantra of I'm gonna die while trying not to think of anything negative about his position on top of the werewolf.
"This sucks balls." Stiles groans turning so his face is nestled against Derek's neck. When he feels fingers creeping along his side, he screws his eyes shut biting his lip so hard, he's pretty sure he's drawn blood. It's Derek's sharp inhale that lets him know that he did, indeed, draw blood.
"Stop it. You're hurting yourself." There's a bit of normality; the Alpha voice is back. Stiles purses his lips and lets his eyes cross since that's all he can really do. Matt suddenly laughs loudly next to them, where he's crouched watching.
"Adorable. Too bad you're both gonna die." Matt says dryly.
"You can try, but it's not gonna work. You're wondering why, aren't you." Derek asks even though it doesn't sound like a question. Scotts head snaps up as he hears multiple guns cock before bullets shatter the windows. "That's why it won't work. We made a deal with the Hunters before this and they've kept up their part. Now it's my turn." And with that said, Derek completely wolfs out, slipping easily from underneath Stiles' body. He grips the boys shirt in his jaws dragging him away from danger and over to one of the desks. With an affectionate -well as affectionate as Derek will ever get- lick, he leaps away, heading straight for the stunned Matt. Minutes later, Stiles hears Matt's screams as the wolf clamps his jaws down and Jackson collapses onto the floor no longer under the photographer's control. And it isn't much longer when Scott drops down next to him panting. Derek, back in human form, is the next to crouch down until he's at eye level with Stiles.
"You and I are gonna have a little chat about this while the poison wears off." Derek says shifting so he has the boy slung over his shoulder. "And you," The werewolf points to Scott. "Get Jackson, your mother and the Sheriff out of here."
"If we're gonna talk about what I think it is, maybe you shouldn't have me looking at your ass…cause that isn't really helping my situation." Stiles' voice trails off as Derek walks away with him. Scott grimaces refusing to think about his best friends or his Alpha's sex life.
