A/N: So this took waaaaaaaay longer than I thought it would. I wanted to get it done but I didn't wanna write it…cuz I'm lazy. I'm not sorry it took so long though! Cuz it's probably gonna happen again!

Oh and this series is only like…half done so…there's still a lot to go.

WARNING: Triggering Description Of Cutting and Depression! Also Male On Male Interaction! Sexy Times! (But no sex yet. Sorry. That part's probably gonna be a couple chapters yet.)

Enjoy!

Chapter 9

Scott spread out the pages on the desk and started putting them into order while Stiles laid back and watched Derek's stiff back lean over the desk. Isaac had made it a point by now that he was going to stare a hole into the papers while Scott began talking.

"So we finally found how to stop the Zud-thingy. It's too hard to pronounce the actual word so I'm just going to stick with that. These pages here and here," he says pointing to two of the papers and pushing them towards Derek, "have information on what the Zud-thing is. These three pages describe ways to kill or banish it, and these two pages are on the creatures that are similar to it." He separated the pages and crossed his arms, looking proud of himself although Stiles was sure he'd either slept or ate the entire time Lydia and Isaac searched for the information.

Derek picked up the first of the two sheets shoved at him and started reading through it. After a bit he sighed and put them down again. "This barely makes any sense. It just says that men with supernatural abilities have the power to drive them away. What kind of supernatural powers? Can werewolves do it or does it have to be human?" Derek asks, frustrated.

Stiles makes a small 'hmph' sound as he thinks about what Derek says and suddenly all three eyes are staring at him. "What?"

"Maybe you should look over these. You've always been good at things like these."

Derek turns from the table and leans over the end of the bed to pass the papers to Stiles who stretches his hand out to grab them. The cover slips over his chest and he would have been startled by the glare if it hadn't accompanied a quick sniff and the complete focus on his exposed nipple. Stiles couldn't help but blush and pull himself back under the blankets once he had his fingers wrapped around the papers' edges. Derek quickly pulls back and grabs a random page off the desk as Stiles starts reading.

After a while of skimming through the pages he nods and tilts them down to look at everyone. "So do you want to kill him or banish him? I see two options here and both look equally difficult."

Scott opens his mouth, thinks about it, and snaps his mouth closed again. Stiles stares at Derek since Isaac doesn't look like he could choose between chocolate or vanilla ice cream at the moment. Derek sighs and waves at hand at the pages.

"Well, what do we have to do for both?"

Stiles holds the pages back up to his face. "Well, to banish him we'd have to find his body, cleanse and seal it using various different purification herbs and," Stiles pauses to read the paragraph better, "um, well, we'd have to coax the lifted spirit from either it's body or from the storm and drive it into another plain and seal the body so it can't return. There's also banishing it into a sealed container and we'd still have to seal the body." Stiles paused to look up at them to make sure they were paying attention before switching pages. "To kill it we'd have to find the source of its power and destroy it with a blessed moonstone. I guess that's why we'd need a supernatural dude."

Stiles lays down the papers in front of him on the blankets before turning his steady gaze back to the others. "Well, what do you suggest?"

"It would probably be easier and safer to kill it. Sealing it would require materials we don't have." Derek said lowly.

"We don't have a blessed moonstone either though."

"They're not really that uncommon. My mom had one in a ring she wore on her thumb." Stiles said calmly. "But that's not the hard part. The hard part is finding the source of its power and destroying it. Also blessing the moonstone. How would someone do that?"

They all frowned and Scott let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his unruly hair before stalking over to the couch and flopping down onto it. Isaac stared at him for a bit before following and huffing as he sat down next to him. Derek simply stood there, back still unnaturally stiff and his arms crossed over his broad chest. Stiles was aware that he was still naked and pulled the blankets tighter. Since no one was answering him he simply nodded and continued.

"So, right now what has the most power?" he says calmly and the others look at him again. "I'd say the Nemeton, you guys, Deaton, maybe his sister. I don't even know." He sighs.

"Deaton! He could bless the moonstone! Maybe he'd know where the thing is too!" Scott suddenly said and jumped up from the couch.

Stiles looked at Isaac and noticed his eyes follow him before he too stood up. There was something going on there but Stiles just filed that away for later when they weren't dealing with a storm demon trying to bury the town.

"That's a good idea. Scott, you think you could get over to the animal clinic in this storm? It's kind of far." Derek said doubtfully.

Hearing the doubt in his voice Scott puffed up his chest. "Of course I can do it. I've got Isaac to go with me, right Isaac?"

Isaac perked up at his name. "Huh? Yeah, totally. I'll go with you."

"Maybe you should wait until morning though. It's probably going to get dark soon." Derek suggested and Stiles froze as he thought through that option.

"Hey Derek, come here a sec. Scott can you and Isaac get me something to eat real quick? I'm totally starved."

All three gave him a weird look but Stiles was concentrating on Derek again. Scott stared at him hard and he tried not to think about the questions that he knew would come later.

"Yeah, sure dude, whatever."

As soon as Scott and Isaac were up the stairs Stiles waved frantically for Derek to get his ass over there. Once Derek had leaned down within whispering distance Stiles leaned into his ear.

"Dude, the bathroom. We can't let them see that." He hissed and heard Derek's intake of breath.

"Oh." He grumbled and leaned away from Stiles.

Stiles fidgeted under the blankets, looking pointedly at his clothes thrown on the floor on the side of the bed that were too far to reach but Derek wasn't looking at him anymore and concentrating on the noise the other two were making upstairs.

"The toaster works again." He said loud enough that Stiles knew they'd hear.

Soon enough the sound of toast popping up echoed down to them. The two of them came rumbling down the stairs with a plate and set it down in front of Stiles. He looked at the slightly black pieces of bread smeared half-heartedly with butter and gave a small smile.

"Dude, the toaster always scares me even when I know it's going to pop." Isaac said while shaking his head.

"Same here." Stiles agreed and picked up a piece and crunched into a blackened edge.

His stomach rumbled loudly as soon as the bite hit his stomach and he finally realized just how hungry he was. The scorched surface didn't bother him as much on the next bite or the one after that and soon enough the two pieces were gone and his stomach had stopped its dying whale noises. After wiping off the crumbs on his hands onto the plate he glanced up at Derek who was once again staring holes into his chest. Derek snapped his attention away as soon as he caught Stiles looking at him and cleared his throat.

"It'd be a better idea for you two to head over to Deaton's now instead of later. The storm will only get worse. Do you know where he lives in case he's not at the clinic?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah, I went there once when we had to stop for some herb or whatever that would calm an animal that'd been hit by a car like a year ago."

"Good. Let's hope he still lives there."

There was a beat of silence with them all just staring at each other before Derek gestured around him widely. "Do you still need something?"

"Uh, Stiles, dude, we're talking later. You too Derek." Scott said quickly before tugging Isaac towards the door.

And just like that, with the slam of the door, they were gone again and Stiles flopped back into the pillows, letting out a long sigh. Derek didn't say anything and simply gathered the empty plate off of Stiles' lap and dumped it into the trash beside the bed.

"You want to…um…continue?" Stiles asked hesitantly after he'd sat down on the edge of the bed with his back towards Stiles.

"No." came the gruff reply.

"Ok, that's cool 'cause my boner died the second Scott burst in."

"Not the second he burst in." Derek grumbled and Stiles stared at him for so long with his mouth open that Derek turned around at the sudden silence.

"Did…did you just make a joke? That was totally a joke!" Stiles broke out into small huffs of laughter while Derek continued to glare at him. "And it's not my fault it didn't go right down! You were still all over me."

Derek rolled his eyes and pulled the covers aside for him to crawl under and once again his body was situated right next to Stiles'. Stiles shivered at the warmth of Derek's arm and leaned into the welcoming presence.

"Just fyi, you can do that to me anytime…as long as no one else is around… actually… maybe even then. Like if…"

"Stiles. I am not going to be touching you in any way with someone else around. Ever." Derek stopped that dangerous conversation in its tracks.

Stiles nods and shuffles that conversation away for later, hopefully sooner than the impending 'Talk-to-Scott-about-nakedness-in-bed-with-Derek' talk. That one he wasn't looking forward to as much. He pulls his knees up to his chest and crosses his arms over them to rest his head on before he jerks his head upright when pain ignites in his arms.

"Oh dude, you think they noticed the bandages?" Stiles asks as he inspects the beige bandages wrapped around his arms, the stark white corners of gauze peeking out from beneath the edges.

"Don't know. If they did then don't mention it. They'll probably forget." Derek says gruffly and reaches over to his bedside table and grabs his book lying on the corner.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm gonna go clean the bathroom. I hope you don't mind if I borrow some more clothes." Stiles mumbles, already moving to get off the bed.

"Keep the door open."

Stiles glares at him with a slightly wounded look and huffs as he quickly pulls clothes from Derek's dresser to cover his skinny, naked body. His feet slap on the cold concrete as he throws the door open to the bathroom and jams a sock under the door frame to keep it from slipping closed. For a second he stood there a little horrified all over again at the sight of his blood all over the bathroom before clenching his teeth and walking over the crusty blood to the sink. Underneath the sink the bleach was covered by a mound of rags and Stiles sighed as he pulled out about five rags and the bleach before shutting the cabinet. Cautiously he held one rag to his face and sniffed lightly. It actually smelled relatively clean, just the slight scent of mildew clinging to the edges.

Quickly he tied one around his face to cover his mouth and nose since he knew from past experience that breathing in bleach fumes felt like dunking his brain and lungs in acid. Lifting the bottle of bleach with his left hand made his arm burn so he had to undo the lid and pour with his right hand which had him a bit unsteady.

"Couldn't have bled nicely now could I? Oh no, I just had to get it fucking everywhere on every damn surface." Stiles muttered angrily under his breath. "Didn't want to deal with this. Not now. Not ever really. Scott you idiot. Should've stayed at Lydia's just a bit longer. I haven't gotten off still and Derek probably won't want to even touch me after handling this stuff. Actually, I can't believe he wanted to touch me at all."

The entire time he's mumbling to himself he scrubs at the nasty blood on the tiles. The blood wets again and starts to smear and has to fold the rag in order to clean it properly. The first rag covers at least five tiles with both sides and the second scrubs the rest of the splotches off random places of blood left on the floor. When he's done with a rag he tosses it onto the concrete outside the door and grabs another. On the third rag he's not paying as much attention as he pours the bleach and it sloshes all over his arms. Quickly it soaks through the bandages and his wounds begin to burn severely.

"Oh shit, oh shit! That fucking hurts!" he hisses and quickly rights the bleach bottle and tosses the rag to the ground.

With stained fingers he pries the soaked edge of the bandage around his left arm up and tears the bandage off, not caring that the gauze goes with it. Several cuts immediately begin to bleed, exposing even more of the wound to the still dripping bleach. Cursing vividly he quickly holds his arm over the sink and turns the water onto full blast, jamming the arm under the torrent of frigid water.

"What happened?"

Derek's growl startles Stiles and he jumps, banging his already throbbing, bleeding wounds onto the hard metal spout.

"Fuck! Derek!" Stiles hisses and grips the unmarked skin above his cuts near his elbow tightly, trying to stop the pain receptors from receiving the signals from his brain but to no avail since it hurts like a bitch!

"Stiles! What did you do?!" Derek growled louder and stalked over the bleach covered tiles, heedless of the mess, and grabbed Stiles' arm and turned the water down to a slower, less punishing stream.

"It was an accident this time Derek! I didn't mean to do anything! The bleach slipped and spilled all over my arms. It fucking burns!"

Derek didn't say anything in response and switched from holding Stiles' left arm to undressing his right wrist. The stinging scent of bleach made Derek's nose wrinkle in disgust as he threw the sopping bandages onto the floor. Stiles hissed as his burning wounds hit air.

"Shit. This won't infect my cuts will it? I kinda like my arms where they are." Stiles hissed through clenched teeth.

"It'll be fine."

Stiles didn't say anything other than profanities as Derek shut off the water and took a clean rag from the pile and pressed it onto the slightly bleeding wounds, patting them dry.

"So this wasn't on purpose then." Derek stated more than asked.

"I already said it was an accident." Stiles huffed. "I prefer the slight sting of a blade over the intense burning of chemicals thank you very much."

Stiles' voice was laced with sarcasm although his words rang true. His shirt had thankfully been spared from the spill but his pants had been soaked with both bleach and water since it'd spilled over the side of the sink in his haste. The churning feeling of anger inside of him at both the spillage and the wet clothes was surprisingly intense and he quickly took controlled breaths to calm his racing heart.

"Look, I didn't mean to, ok?"

"I believe you."

Stiles wanted to mutter under his breath like he'd been before but managed to contain his angered words since Derek was pressed against him from behind, patting his arms dry.

"I can do this myself now."

"I need to bandage them again."

Stiles felt anger spark up in him from where he'd manage to tamper it down.

"If you're angry just say so! I know I keep screwing up and if you want to yell at me just do it! You've never hesitated to before!"

"I'm not angry."

"Yes you are! You're speaking in short sentences with that gruff voice you use whenever you're upset about something."

Derek growled low in his throat, his chest rumbling against Stiles' back. "I'm starting to get angry because you're telling me I'm angry."

Stiles grit his teeth, unsure as to why he was so angry all of a sudden. He actually might have preferred to stay sad if this anger was going to keep burning through him and making him feel like he was screwing everything up. Derek certainly sounded angry but his hands were gentle as they finished patting the water and blood off of him. Swallowing as much of the anger as he could he finally blew out a breath and slumped back into Derek's muscled body.

"Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me right now. I'm all angry and frustrated and I don't know why." Stiles grit out.

Derek looked down at Stiles where he slumped against him. At this angle he could rest his chin on his head so he did.

"I don't know either. I've already told you I don't know what I'm doing."

"Yeah, and I don't mean to push you into any of this but it seems as though I've dragged you down anyways. Maybe I'm angry 'cause we were interrupted? Does sexual frustration come out as anger like this? It feels like I've forgotten all of this."

Stiles gestured towards himself without moving his arms out of Derek's grasp. Derek was letting Stiles' skin dry before he fixed him up. He didn't know how to reply so he just shrugged and knew that Stiles could figure out what he meant. Stiles blew out a sigh and leaned his head back so he was looking up at Derek who looked down at him in return. Stiles' eyes were shiny with anger and unshed tears and Derek much preferred this look to the blank nothingness he'd had before.

Stiles stared at Derek as the anger dwindled away and was replaced by a drained feeling. "Let's just finish cleaning the bathroom and get back to bed or whatever. I'm tired."

Derek nodded and lifted his head so Stiles could stand upright. Quickly he bandaged Stiles' arms and made note of the dwindling first aid supplies before stuffing the kit back under the sink and bending down onto the floor to grab the bleach and a rag. Stiles reached for the bleach after Derek had wetted one but the bleach was yanked out of reach and the rag replaced it.

"I'll pour the bleach."

Stiles nodded and silently got back to work. They scrubbed the bathroom quickly and efficiently, wiping away all traces of the horror that had happened in there. Stiles felt as if he should feel horrified by what he'd done but instead he was simply horrified by the amount of blood there was. It made him wonder how he was still alive after losing so much blood. He shrugged it off and wiped the last of the blood off the toilet lid and tossed the rag into the pile. When he turned he saw that Derek had also finished cleaning the tub and the room was now free of blood even though now it smelled strongly of bleach.

"Stiles." Derek said his name gently and Stiles looked at him with suspicion. "Look, I'm going to hold onto this, ok?" He held out the blade he'd found behind the toilet.

For a second Stiles' heart raced in anticipation with a Pavlov's dogs response before it changed to fear.

"Um, I…" Stiles didn't know what to say.

"I'm not saying that you can't have it back but from now on if you ever get the urge to cut you tell me. I'll do what I can to dissuade you from using it but if you need to I at least want to be there to keep you from permanently harming yourself."

Derek slowly put the knife into the pocket of his sweats so Stiles knew where it was, giving him at least that little bit of comfort. Stiles didn't feel comforted that it'd been taken away but he knew that what Derek was saying was practical so he nodded his head tensely. Without saying anything he turned towards the still broken door and trudged out and into the darkened front room of the loft. The light was flicked off behind him as Derek followed him out and the both paused next to the bed.

"Should we sleep?" Stiles asked, unsure.

"If you want."

Stiles sighed and nodded. It'd been a long, emotionally exhausting day and frankly he wanted it over and done with. Hopefully Scott and Isaac would have something for them tomorrow and they'd be done with this storm so he could go home and sleep in his own bed without worrying about whether or not he'd pop a boner next to Derek. Quickly he shucked his pants since they were stained with bleach and pulled back the covers. The shirt was long enough to cover his junk so he just kept it on as he slid into the bed, the smooth sheets cold against his bare thighs. Derek went around to the other side and climbed did the same except he completely divested himself of all clothing. Stiles made it his mission to focus on something else and simply get to sleep.

"Good night Stiles." Derek's voice rumbled behind him as he turned so his back was facing Derek.

"G'night." He muttered back and sunk into the pillow.

The silence wrapped around him and despite usually being unable to sleep, unconsciousness closed over him rather quickly. It drew him into a dream. It was cold, so cold, and the wind was whipping around him furiously. But it was silent. Stiles' dream self stood there stark naked in the freezing, white blankness for a while just looking around before taking his first tentative steps. The ground was completely smooth like ice but his feet stuck with every step. The silence felt heavy, as if it weighed his limbs down and slowed his progress. Progress towards what, he had no idea. Stiles walked and walked, fighting the wind as it pushed at him from one direction and then the next. Sometimes it would knock him off his feet but he'd just get right back up and continue.

"Filthy. Disgusting. Wretched. Nasty. Sick. Soiled. Tainted."

Words flit around him in the wind and Stiles whipped his head to the side to see where it could be coming from. Still there was only white and the cold.

"Destroy. Demolish. Terminate. Annihilate. Crush. Erase. Exterminate."

Stiles started to run, pushing against the wind and following the voice as it got louder and angrier.

"Revolting. Repellent. Repulsive. Foul. Abhorrent. Despicable. Vile."

The words seemed to be on two tracks. One was stating different words for something hateful. The other was words for destruction. As Stiles listened and followed the words of destruction started up directly after.

"Ruin. Wreck. Obliterate. Slaughter. Kill. Eliminate. Devastate."

"Hello?! Who's there?!" Stiles yelled into the wind but his words were thrown right back at him.

"Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate."

The voice was so loud now. It was twisted and angry. The words were said through vocal cords that sounded hoarse from shouting. They were high and strangled as if the mouth saying them was struggling to say them. Stiles squinted his dry eyes against the wind and slowly a hazy shadow came into view, bending low to the ground as if covering something. Stiles pushed against the wind harder, willing his legs to go faster until finally he was mere feet away from the crouching figure. The foul words were coming at him fast.

"Are you alright?" Stiles asked to the white fur-covered figure.

The figure snarled as it finally realized there was someone else there. The person twisted it's shoulders around and Stiles found himself looking into the face of something truly warped. The face was old and withered and the eyes were sunken deep into the sockets. The eyes were wide open though and instead of the normal whites and irises of the eyes the entire sphere of the eyeball was a deep blue color. But the color seemed off and as they continued staring at each other Stiles realized it was because the eyes seemed to be cracked. Black, spidering cracks seemed to break the sphere of the eye apart. The skin of the face was an icy, pale blue. The color of death.

"You! What are you doing here?!"

The thing pointed its bone-like fingers at Stiles and opened its twisted mouth wide, revealing a dead, blue tongue and only a few rotted, black teeth. Stiles' heart was pounding hard as he took a step back. The thing followed, stepping carefully around whatever it'd been crouching over and Stiles quickly looked down. What he saw made him gasp. A map of Beacon Hills was spread out on the ground and covered by a layer of ice to keep it from blowing away in the wind.

"You, you're the person doing this to us."

The mouth which was still hanging open curved up into a malicious grin.

"Oh yes. I'm giving this wretched town what it deserves. Werewolves, banshees, kitsune, nogitsune, kanima, demons, spirits, creatures! This entire town needs to be wiped clean! Clean as snow. White, white snow."

The thing's face went slack as it repeated 'snow' and 'clean' and 'white' over and over again before it snapped its revolting gaze back upon Stiles who flinched.

"You're a part of this too Spark. You're pathetic, useless self is causing this. It's all your fault after all. Since the very beginning. If only you'd left everything alone. If only you hadn't stirred up trouble with that disgusting friend of yours Scott."

Stiles realized it was talking about that first night when Scott and he had gone looking for Laura's body in the woods. That was the first night that his life had begun to change, where everything had gone to Hell. It's what turned Beacon Hills into his personal brand of Hell. This was his fault. If only he'd left everything alone then this wouldn't be happening. The thing stared at him as if it knew everything that was going through his mind and Stiles didn't doubt for a second that it did. In fact it nodded and grinned at him as horrified realization dawned on him.

"That's right. It's your fault. You caused this. You killed everyone. You're going to die."

Stiles stepped back farther, retreating faster. The thing followed him step for step until he turned and began to run, yelling out desperately as he heard the demented laughter of the thing as it followed him. It wasn't silent anymore. The laughter floated all around him, smothering him with sound heavier than the silence before. The horror warped into something worse as it began shouting his name over and over again.

"Stiles! Stiles! Stiles…"

"…Stiles!"

Stiles screamed as he bolted upright. Everything around him was shaking and he immediately tried to run, kicking the blankets off of his thrashing body. Arms held him down and he screamed louder, thinking the thing had caught him.

"Stiles! Wake! Up!"

Each word was punctuated with a harsh jerk of his shoulders and finally Stiles wrenched his eyes open. Derek's face filtered in through the tears blurring his face and he froze up, his flailing limbs stilling in mid-air. Finally he seemed to realize that he was awake and the thing wasn't still chasing him and he collapsed, sobbing quietly as the fear still pounded through him. Derek carefully let go of his bruising grip on Stiles' arms and sat back a little shakily. Carefully he put one hand on Stiles' hand and gently pets him like he would a pup until Stiles has stopped making gasping noises.

"What happened?" Stiles asked, his voice raw.

"You were yelling and thrashing around. It took a long time to wake you up. Do you remember what you were dreaming about?"

"I…uh…I don't think I was dreaming. I mean, yes, I was asleep but I don't think what I saw was a dream." Stiles paused as he thought over what he'd seen.

"What do you mean? What did you see?"

"I think I saw the thing that's causing this storm. It was…gross. It looked kind of like a person but it was all shriveled and its eyes were weird and mouth and…" Stiles shivered, not sure where to start or even what to say.

Derek nodded and scooted closer to Stiles, sitting right next to him now and Stiles leaned back into his chest for comfort. The heat and solidity of Derek's chest finally chased away the lingering fear and his heart quieted in his chest. Derek's arms slowly wrapped around his waist and pulled him back so he was sitting in his lap and Stiles sighed.

"Ok so, the Zud-thingy appeared in your dream. What did it say to you?"

"It said it was going to destroy the town and wipe it clean of its filth. Evidently the amount of supernatural activity has somehow tainted the land or something. It also said it was all my fault. If I hadn't dragged Scott out that night then he wouldn't have been bitten and all of this wouldn't have happened." Stiles slumped even farther into Derek, feeling lifeless as he realized the weight of those words. "It said I was going to be responsible for the death of everyone in this town and that I was going to die as well."

"You can't really believe that, can you?"

Stiles didn't answer because it was so blatantly obvious that it was entirely his fault.

"Stiles." Derek said his name but he didn't look at him. "Stiles, look at me."

Still he didn't look and Derek's hand released his waist to come up and grip his chin, forcing him to look at him. Derek could see the resigned acceptance in Stiles' eyes and sighed.

"For as smart as you are, you're awfully stupid sometimes." Derek said and released his chin.

Stiles sighed and twisted on Derek's lap so his legs were slung over his thigh and he could bury his face in Derek's shoulder.

"You're not the one doing this so it's not your fault." Derek said gruffly, clumsy with his words of comfort.

"You should listen to your own words sometimes." Stiles mumbles and pats Derek's chest lightly.

Derek sighs. "I'm not saying it for me. I'm saying it for you. 'Cause it's true."

Stiles lets out a huge yawn and Derek shifts them until they're lying on their sides facing each other.

"Do you want to lie like this or the other way?" Derek asks, unsure.

Stiles turns onto his other side and pushes back until his body is flush with Derek's and his arm is around his waist. "This is perfect."

Derek grunts an agreement and presses his face into Stiles' shoulder and Stiles shudders before closing his eyes once more.

"Wake me up if it seems I'm having another nightmare."

"I will."

"Also, I'll tell you the rest of what I saw in the morning."

"Ok."

"I like sleeping like this."

"Good night Stiles."

Stiles smiles and lets out a small huff of laughter. "Good night."

This time they do sleep the rest of the night without any more hiccups and wake up to a dark dawn. Well, Stiles wakes up to a dark dawn. Derek is lightly snoring behind him and had somehow made it onto his back during the night. Stiles sits up slowly, pushing the blanket down so he could move without jostling Derek, and notices something odd about Derek's sleeping figure. A blush heats his face as he realizes that Derek isn't immune to the glories of morning wood. Stiles himself had woken up with his cock lying heavy against his thigh.

Stiles stares at the tenting blanket for a long time before quickly darting his eyes back and forth between Derek's sleep slackened face and the tent. Finally, after much deliberation, Stiles slowly slithers underneath the covers and carefully crawls over Derek's leg until he's between his thighs. Derek's cock is hard and red, the uncut tip pressing against the fabric and leaving a small wet patch behind. Stiles licks his lips and carefully lifts the blanket a little so he can position his face over the tip. He doesn't want to touch it in fear of waking Derek so he puts both hands on either side of Derek's hips, resting on the bed to hold himself up as he oh so slowly leans down. His lips part as soon as they touch the hot tip and he slides the silky smooth head of Derek's cock into his mouth. The salty taste of precum bursts across his taste buds and he can't help but let out a small noise of arousal at the taste.

Slowly he lowers his head, taking the cock deeper into his mouth, laving the silky sides with his tongue until the tip hits the back of his throat and he has to struggle not to gag. Above him he hears a drawn out groan from Derek and he can't help the swell of pride within his chest as he withdraws his head before sucking it down again. Once it's as deep as it can go again he sucks on it lightly, making sure his teeth are carefully covered by his lips so he doesn't hurt Derek. The resulting noise has fire rushing through his veins and he can't help but press the palm of his hand against the tip of his cock, feeling the precum drip down his hand.

Derek's breathing stutters above him and he thinks that it's just because he'd done something right but then Derek's shifting beneath him and the blankets are slowly being tugged up. Stiles looks up without taking his mouth off of Derek, still sucking up and down the shaft, and sees Derek's sleepy eyes squinting down at him.

"Stiles? Oh G…" Derek's words are bitten off as he groans deeply.

Stiles moans at the sound, the vibrations going straight through Derek's cock and then he feels a hand running through his hair. Stiles' breathes in deeply through his nose on an upstroke and wraps his hand fully around his cock as he watches Derek watch him.

"Geez Stiles. I thought I was dreaming."

"Mmm." Stiles answers without taking his mouth off of him.

"How long have you been doing this?"

Stiles pulls off of him and wraps the hand not wrapped around his own dick around the spit slickened shaft of Derek's cock and strokes him while he talks.

"I don't know. Maybe five minutes?"

"Five minutes." Derek groans and Stiles' cock twitches at the face he's making. "It feels like I could cum any second."

"M-me too." Stiles gasps and leans back down to cover Derek's cock once again with his mouth.

What he can't fit in his mouth he strokes with his fist, his own cock being worked furiously with his other hand. Derek's hand clutches almost painfully tight into his hair and suddenly Derek's cock is growing in his mouth. There's little warning besides the sudden twitch and Derek's cumming hard down his throat. Stiles swallows greedily and his balls tighten as he cums into his fist, jerking himself and Derek through their orgasms. Once the flow has stopped Stiles pulls off slowly, licking up any cum that managed to dribble out of his mouth and sits back on his haunches, staring at Derek with blissed out eyes. His softening cock is still held in his messy hand and Derek's eyes zone in on it.

Quickly and without warning Derek tugs Stiles down onto the bed on his back and their positions are reversed. Stiles feels Derek's deft tongue making quick work of the mess he'd made and he groans loudly at the oversensitive head of his cock being taken into Derek's hot, wet mouth. After his cock is sucked clean and already chubbing up again Derek pulls Stiles' messy fingers into his mouth one by one and licking across his palm until his hand is free of his cum as well. Stiles is breathing hard by the time Derek crawls back up the bed and lays next to him.

"That was…wow." Stiles says articulately with a dazed smile gracing his lips.

Derek nods. "Agreed."

Stiles leans forward and Derek gets the gist, leaning down to meet him halfway so their messy lips meet. Stiles moans at the taste of cum in their mouths, knowing it should be gross but it makes him hot with arousal once more. Before it can turn into round two Derek pulls back and swipes his thumb across Stiles' bottom lip and pressing a last kiss against those swollen, plump lips before sitting up again.

"You need to tell me about your visit with the Zud-thingy."

Stiles smiles at Derek's usage of the stupid nickname of the thing and nods. Derek gets up from the bed and looks at Stiles expectantly but Stiles just stretches his arms up above his head until they're pressed against the head board, knowing Derek is watching him, and stretches his body out to its full length, letting out a loud groan as he feels the endorphins rush through him. Once he's thoroughly sated he lets out a huge sigh and waits out the bliss before slowly climbing out of bed.

"Yup, time to face this thingy down." Stiles says and gives Derek a shit-eating grin.

A/N: Sooo…this chapter is finally done! Took a long time. I never really plan out the chapters so I just write them randomly, aiming towards a goal. I had a butt-ton of stuff to do these past two weeks which is why it took so long. I CAN'T FIND A JOB!

Also if the cussing seems weird it's cuz I don't cuss so…yeah. There's that.

Thanks for reading! The next chapter should be coming out within the next few weeks! ~hearts~