Important note: I'mma gonna have to change this story to M as I have realized that I'm most likely going to give it more sexual-type scenes? Also because of the swearing, and the gore and stuff- because trust me, there will be gore. So yeah, that's a warning to anyone uncomfortable with that type of stuff.

Chapter Twenty-six:

It wasn't like any other kisses Stiles had ever had.

For one thing; he'd only actually kissed three girls in his life. One was planted on Sara Matchos during a horrendous game of spin the bottle. Another was during a panic attack and more of a 'pity' kiss than anything. The other, the first and only time there had been any semblance of tongue, was with Heather- and she'd ended up dead the next day. And the only boy he'd kissed...well it just wasn't the same.

This, this was entirely different. For one thing; it was with the right person, a person that he had no doubt he wanted to do this with. And another, well Jesus it was by firelight during a snow-storm after an almost sickening rage-match about feelings.

The kiss -the kiss- started out slow, barely a hesitant brush of lips, just breathing and testing the waters. Hesitantly Stiles was the first one to open his lips, bringing his left hand up to cup the other man's scratchy jaw. Then came the slow, delicate slide of tongue- turning the once dry kiss into a slow, wet one full of way more sensation and heat. After that there was a sort of synchronised gasp-moan that they somehow managed to both do at the same time.

It soon quickly graduated to both of them forgetting about hesitance and frantically attacking each other's mouths in a slick, biting slide, causing Derek to hum and Stiles' heart to beat erratically against his chest.

Derek was a good kisser, not that Stiles had much to compare it too- but he had the feeling that most ordinary kisses wouldn't leave his entire body aching in a split second like this one did.

Hands had roamed to each other's faces, and Derek was fastly turning more aggressive in his actions; his grip on the boy's neck pulling Stiles in, his lips and tongue pressing demandingly and his teeth sometimes even nibbling- causing waves of heat to spread through the teen's body.

Derek's hands were firm, but still gentile; one grasping Stiles' jaw and the other holding his neck in place.

Stiles gave just as good as he got though, or at least as much as he could with the sadly limited experience he possessed. He ran his hands through Derek's (surprisingly soft) hair, pressed himself closer and pushed his lips harder, and although it embarrassed him he even made noises; soft humming groans that came deep from his chest and made Derek hold him even closer, and breathy drawn-out moans that were only silenced by the sheer smothering of mouth-to-mouth contact(Derek seemed to be encouraged by those though, so it kind of worked out for the better).

He tasted like...well like spit. And caramel? Yes Derek Hale, king of all things sour- tasted like caramel. The taste was nice though, just spurring Stiles forward in his efforts to both be devoured by, and to devour that mouth.

He didn't know who moved first but suddenly Stiles was walking clumsily backwards, landing on the couch face-up with Derek following behind to lay on top, pushing him down into the cushions and frantically running his large hands over every available surface of Stiles' body; and not small, light caresses like you see on TV- but full on squeases and small massages of flesh and skin.

It was overwhelming, and nice at the same time. Stiles had never before felt another's hands running up beneath his shirt and over the contours of his hips, nor had he felt a scratchy cheekbones and lips running almost angrily down his neck to the junction of his shoulder. He could feel himself growing hard- his entire body thrumming with electricity and his navel spinning and tightening with arousal.

It wasn't like it was with Toby; he didn't feel pressured, this felt not just great, but natural, easy. Still- he didn't know what to do with his hands.

Stiles contemplate this as he felt Derek's hands move in obviously confident movements. In the end he came to a decision to just follow his instincts; running his hands into Derek's hair and holding on for dear life.

Derek started moving away from his lips, causing Stiles whine a bit in complaint, his lips buzzing from friction; but that was soon changed as the werewolf moved to bite and suck at his neck- causing Stiles to groan in both surprise and want.

Stiles felt a pulse shoot through his stomach, it was deeper and tighter than the other ones; indicating how desperate he was getting.

With a breathless groan Stiles pushed his hips up in an instinctual attempt to get some relief to his aching groin. Derek paused and his mouthing stuttered, but then- oh but then- he let out this entirely animalistic noise and groaned, a sound sexier than any other Stiles could have dreamed of.

The teen smiled, clutching at Derek's hard shoulders tighter and throwing up his hips into Derek's- only to have the man suddenly jump back and- what.

"No- what are you doing? Come back here." Stiles complained breathless and dizzy. He tried to crawl and follow the werewolf to the far end of the couch, where Derek had seemingly fled to when he decided to break the romp of awesomeness .

"No-wait." Derek pushed away Stiles' roaming hands, hands needing contact. What the Hell? Did life just decide to fuck him over at odd times?

Stiles sat back on his heels, confused and maybe with an admittedly childish pout. He was sweating, even in the cold and he could feel just how obvious the bulge must be in his pants...but with a quick glance down Derek seemed to have the same problem. Albeit a bigger problem by the looks of it.

Derek sighed and reached over the inches between them to hold Stiles' hands, and yes, Stiles wanted contact- but you know, it was in the more 'sexy' variety.

"Stiles I think we're- we might be going a bit too fast here." Derek sounded so serious, and his hands squeased at Stiles' reassuringly. Man, he'd have never believed that Derek could be so...gentle.

Stiles didn't feel reassured though. He swallowed, "I yeah- yeah, I mean if you didn't want to you could've just said-"

Derek tightened his grip on Stiles' hands and protested "No, no I do want to-" Stiles pointedly looked at the friggin' oceanic amounts of distance between them, huffing out a breath of disbelief "- No Stiles, seriously. It's just that, well- we only had our first kiss moments ago and- and I don't want to rush you into anything that-" Stiles opened his mouth to protest, "- No. I mean it. I don't want- the last relationship I had went so fucking fast I practically slept with a total stranger, I'm not saying you're a stranger but- but after Jennifer I don't want to just jump into things."

Jennifer, of course Jennifer. Stiles felt a wave of guilt rush through him, twirling in his gut and making his throat constrict. "Shit Derek, I'm sorry." he whispered, looking down at their entwined hands. It was kind of embarrassing, but the mention of Jennifer had only made his boner go down a little.

"No-no it's fine, just...yeah." Derek himself looked down at their hands and record scratch;queue the awkward.

Well that mood left quickly.

Stiles coughed, fiddling with their fingers and slumping himself into a less-upright position on the couch. "So, uh, what now?"

And in a highly coincidental moment; a particularly strong gust of wind shook the house, reminding Stiles like a face full of water exactly what situation they were in.

"Shit." he muttered, rubbing at his eyes with his fists. He felt Derek move to relax more beside him, grunting in agreement. God, how could he had Derek Hale's tongue down his throat.

They were silent for a while after that, pressed together side-by side on the couch; staring into the flames. The smell of smoke and decay was all around them, the same time as the roaring, rumbling sound of the supernaturally harsh wind. And, of course- the now present air of awkward arousal in light of what they'd just done.

Stiles shivered. This wasn't any place to be romantic.

"How are we going to get out of this?" He murmured, looking down at his feet. They were free of his shoes- which were sludgy and water-laced, and his left sock had a hole in it, letting his largest toe poke through.

Derek stayed silent.

"Derek?" Stiles looked up from his toes to see the man frowning, his eyebrows crinkling over his hazel eyes.

"I don't know." He stated.

"How long can a winter-spirit last at this?" Stiles questioned, his mind now fully realising the idea that they might actually not get out of this.

"I don't know." Derek answered, his eyes looking painfully clenched.

"Do you- do you think the others'll be able to find us? Or that they'll even be able to get through the blizzard?" Stiles' eyes were starting to gain moisture. They had so many ways to die in this situation; starvation, freezing to death, the house capsizing from the storm...all of them sounded painful.

"I don't know." Derek reached out to pull Stiles' against him, giving the boy warmth that he'd been lacking since they'd split apart.

"Okay." Stiles sighed. If they died- god if they died what would happen to his dad? Or Scott- there was no way Scott was going to survive without him. And Jane- she, she just got into this mess and her first experience will be her friend dyeing?

But Derek, he might survive- longer than Stiles anyway and maybe long enough to get rescued or to rescue himself. But if Stiles died...well then that'd be just another strike on the 'Derek's guilt' tally now wouldn't it?

Stiles honestly didn't think Derek could handle any more guilt...not when it had been obvious the man was already starting to crack.

His family, Erica, Boyd, all those sacrifices, all those people that had died the last year and a half. They weren't Derek's fault- but he knew the man refused to see it that way.

God Stiles needed to stop thinking about this.

"Topic change?" He asked, squeezing at Derek's forearm and closing his eyes, leaning back into the man's chest. It was a nice distraction, feeling the man's firm stomach against his back- only a few layers of clothes separating them. Sadly, the distraction did not last.

Stiles felt his stomach rumble and he winced. Great- he was starting to get hungry.

"How's that bestiary of yours going? I haven't heard much about it other than passing remarks." Derek rubbed his nose along Stiles' hairline, a comporting feeling to the boy.

Stiles sighed. "Well it's not- it's not even one percent of all the creatures out there...and the creatures I do have information on...well the information is still a bit limited."

"Which creatures do you have information on?" Okay, now Derek was staring to sound accusatory, or worried- whatever.

"Well let's see -," Stiles started counting on his freezing fingers, "- First there's werewolves, I got Scott and Peter's help for that, pictures and stuff, my own experiences helped too."

Sties felt Derek nod against his head.

"Secondly- well, there was the whole vampire thing-" he felt Derek stiffen just a tad, "- which I don't actually have too much information on, since I've only met one vamp and apparently there's a whole 'nother breed of them as well- which I have yet to encounter."

"And you wont." Derek promised, a small amount of growl in his voice. "Those things...they're worse than Peter when he was an alpha. Those things can't even speak they've reverted back to animal instinct so much."

"Have you ever met one?" Stiles asked, suddenly curious about Derek's apparent animosity to the creatures.

Derek nodded, "Yes. One tore of my Aunt's arm before my father ripped it to shreds."

"Can-can werewolves grow back limbs?" that would make Stiles' memory of nearly having to chop off Derek's arm a whole lot better.

"No Stiles, we're not lizards." Derek sighed. The ease in which they were talking now- it was nice. Although they'd even started to do that before they admitted their feelings. After the kanima they just seemed to...not have as much tension any more.

Speaking of which- "Does that mean kanima's can grow back limbs? Like the guy out of The Amazing Spiderman?"

"Never seen it before- but according to Peter, yeah." Wow, Jackson would have been set for life, you know, if Stiles hadn't hit him with his car and Derek and Peter hadn't practically disembowelled him.

"Any more creatures to your bestiary?" Derek asked, "You told Peter something about a fairy."

Stiles nodded, "Oh yeah that was-" wait, "Wait. Waiiiiit."

HOLY SHIT BALLS!

Stiles suddenly sat up ramrod straight- his thoughts circling through his head like the blizzard outside.

"Oh my God- Oh my God that's brilliant." the teen exclaimed, leaning over in a fit of excitement to grasp Derek roughly by the cheeks and plant a hard, sloppy kiss on the man's lips.

"What?" Derek asked once they broke the kiss, panting a little.

Stiles looked at him, eyes wide with unconcealed excitement.

"Say Derek... How do you feel about a walk through the woods?"

P.S: I fixed the whole 'story is repeated twice in chapter 25' thing. It was a simple error of me pressing ctrl-V twice accidentally.

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