A/N: Another chapter DONE! Aw yis. The feeling of success is strong. I've been so distracted by college lately that it's been difficult to get these out fast enough. I've also been obsessed with White Collar and watched 2 seasons in 3 days 'cuz I'm just that awesome (not really).

WARNING!: Male on male relations and triggering descriptions of depression.

I'VE BEEN FORGETTING THE DISCLAIMER!: Don't worry. I no own.

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Chapter 11

Only an hour and a half after they'd gotten in the shower they shut off the water and climbed out, sated and clean. The bathroom was thick with steam and Stiles could feel it stick to his skin even as he toweled off. Derek was out of the bathroom first, already having pulled on a clean pair of sweats and the cold air wafted into the room when he opened the door. Stiles shivered and quickly finished toweling off his hair so he could grab the discarded blanket from the ground and cover himself once more in warmth.

"Too bad you don't have a computer or TV. Then we'd have something to do." Stiles grumbled as he walked out into the cool room.

"There's no signal anyway."

"There'd still be movies!" Stiles stated with an implied 'duh' at the end.

"Sleep then. It'll pass the time faster."

"I'm not tired."

Derek sighed, exasperated. "I don't care what you do then."

Stiles pursed his lips and nodded as he sauntered back over to the map on the floor. There wasn't much he could do anymore except wait for Scott and Isaac to bring Deaton over. It was at least one in the afternoon now so he had quite a bit of waiting to do. Looking at the window he realized that the option of staring out the window was gone since snow and ice covered it almost completely. Thank goodness for heaters because without it blowing on full blast he'd be frozen.

"Will Scott and Isaac be ok? Werewolves have a tolerance to this kind of weather right?"

Derek looked up from his book he'd sat on the bed with to stare at Stiles before answering.

"We can survive in the cold but not in something like this for very long. I'd be able to get to your house and back before I freeze to death."

"Dude, that's like down the highway. That's quite a few miles."

Derek nodded and set the book aside since he figured he wouldn't be able to read it with Stiles talking. He was right.

"That's just me though. I don't know how the others are taking it but I'd say they'll be ok."

"I hope so. What about Deaton? He's only human."

"Not sure how they'll manage that one but I'm sure Deaton'll come up with something. He always does."

Stiles thought about that for a second. "You don't really trust Deaton very much, do you?"

Derek shrugged. "I don't particularly distrust him. He was the emissary for my mother but he's not mine. He just seems…suspicious."

"Hm, interesting. Scott seems to trust him just fine."

"That's Scott. I'm not Scott."

"Yeah, I know." Stiles nodded and walked over to the bed and climbed up next to Derek. "I'm bored." He said after a few minutes of silence.

"Here." Derek pulled open a drawer from his bedside table and took out a book, dropping it into Stiles' lap. "Read this. I think you'll like it."

Stiles wrestled an arm free of the blankets and turned the book over to look at the title. "A Wrinkle in Time? Dude, I've read this in like 8th grade."

"Did you not like it?"

"No, I didn't say that. I actually enjoyed it a lot. "

"Then read it again."

Stiles wanted to argue that reading wasn't his thing but that was a blatant lie seeing as how he'd been the main reader and researcher when all the supernatural shit had been going down. Sighing he flipped open the cover and a few pages until he got to the first page and began reading. Soon he was caught up in Meg Murry's adventures and hours slipped by as he turned page after page and reacquainted him with the fantasy and adventure he'd already mostly forgotten. After three hours of reading he flops the book down and stares into empty space for a second before jerking his head to look at Derek.

"Dude…I just realized that this thing mentions the tesseract… Captain America and The Avengers totally stole that!" Stiles waved his hands around in emphasis of his point.

"I'd agree but I haven't seen either of those."

Stiles slaps his hands down and lets out an over exaggerated gasp of horror. "Dude! How could you not have seen them?! They're must see movies!"

Derek shrugged and turned another page in his book while Stiles stared at him with a slack jaw. After a few more seconds of staring he flaps his arms around again before picking the book back up.

"We are definitely watching those movies after all this is over. I'll bet you haven't seen any of the Batmans either." Stiles scoffs.

"Nope."

Stiles makes a strangled noise and Derek peeks out the side of his eye at him and his mouth turns up ever so slightly at the corner at the look of shock and mock pain on Stiles face. Stiles shakes his head and turns his attention back to his book and gets lost in the story once more.

The wind howls more furiously outside and Stiles swears that he's starting to hear thunder once again but he couldn't be sure since the snow seems to muffle everything but the wind beating against the building. Stiles was starting to get sleepy, the words blurring together more often when a loud bang rings throughout the loft and Derek's on his feet in less than a second. Another bang comes from the door and Derek's across the room and wrenching open the door before Stiles can even put the book down. Scott and Isaac tumble inside covered in white and shaking. Both of them are carrying something and Stiles' heart beats harshly against his ribs when he realizes that he doesn't see Deaton.

"Scott! Isaac!" Stiles cries and jumps up from the bed.

Derek pulls a pile of blankets off the couch and throws it over them, rubbing them down to warm them up a bit. Stiles help Scott over to the couch while Isaac is helped by Derek. They both collapse onto the soft cushions. Stiles presses his warm hands against Scott's cheeks and the snow and ice melt at the contact. Scott's hands come up to press against his.

"Dude, you're freakin' cold." Stiles laughs.

"Y-you're w-warm." Scott manages to get out around chattering teeth.

Isaac's hands are holding onto Derek's arms as he brushes off the ice on Isaac's face and hair, pulling the blankets tighter around him.

"You guys, where's Deaton?" Stiles asks.

Scott shakes his head and looks towards the large object they'd carried in. Stiles looks over at it and manages to make out a black plastic bag underneath all the melting ice and snow.

"Um, please tell me that's not him. He didn't like…die and you guys stuffed him into that." Stiles asks in full seriousness.

Scott manages a humored huff and shakes his head again.

"S-stuff to st-stop the storm." Isaac grits out from between his clenched teeth.

Stiles shifts and tries to pull his hands away so that he can take a look at the bag but Scott holds tight to his hands and pulls him forward so Stiles tumbles into Scott. Scott's arms wrap around the blanket covering Stiles and he's yanked onto his lap.

"You're w-warm." He repeats and buries his face into the blanket at Stiles' neck.

A low rumble fills the room and Scott and Stiles both look up confused. The look around for a bit until Stile's eyes meet Derek's and realizes just where the sound's coming from. Isaac's staring at Derek with a mixture of horror and confusion.

"Uh, Scott? Mind letting me go please?"

Scott's arms retreat and Stiles climbs off, his eyes never leaving Derek's. Immediately the growling stops and suddenly he looks shocked and slightly confused before his eyebrows nearly fuse together in a frown.

"I…didn't mean to do that." He says, confused.

Stiles nods and runs a cold hand over his shoulder calmingly. "Nah, it's totally fine." He jerks his hand back at Derek's glare. "Yeah, totally not touching. Not touching anyone. I'm just…gonna…inspect the bag."

Stiles awkwardly stumbles over to the bag on the ground, turning his back on the incredibly awkward situation. The bag is tied at the top and takes a bit of fumbling before he manages to yank the plastic ties apart and pull the bag open to inspect its contents. A giant blanket is wrapped around whatever's inside and he has to pull that out before unrolling it to see what it's holding. There were frozen bags of plants with their names written on the bag along with a wooden container with strange etchings, a strange compass like thing, a tiny book, and a tiny knife. The blade of this knife was only an inch long and an off white that seemed to reflect an iridescent blue. The blade was connected to a polished wooden handle with more mysterious etchings along the side.

"Is this thing moonstone?" Stiles asked as he held up the knife.

"Yeah. Deaton said it's one of twelve. He said the blessing could be found in the book." Isaac answered, his voice steady now that he was growing warmer.

"Why couldn't he just bless it?"

"He said you were the best one to do it since you're a Spark."

"He's a freaking emissary. How can he not do this?"

He turned to look at Isaac and held up the knife and book. Isaac simply shrugged and nuzzled his cheek against Derek's hand. There was a burst of jealousy in the pit of his stomach at the fond movement but he quickly tampered it. It was too late though when all three werewolves scented the air and looked at him. Scott and Isaac both looked curious while Derek looked smug. Stiles blushed furiously and turned back towards the objects laid out on the blanket.

"So all of this stuff is to take down the Zduhać? It looks like there's stuff to both seal it and to kill it. Which one are we going to do? We agreed it should be killed before… did you change your mind?"

"Deaton said it was best to be prepared just in case the blessing failed or the knife broke or something."

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

Scott got up and crouched beside Stiles on the floor, both of them still wrapped up in their blankets.

"All the herbs are used for the purification to seal it. Deaton said that the blessing was on page 75 and he translated the requirements for the blessing on a sticky note." He said and tapped the book in his hand.

"Ok. Then what is this thing for?" he asks, picking up the compass thing.

"It's exactly what it looks like. Ever seen Pirates of the Caribbean? Of course you have, what am I saying? It's just like Jack's compass but…less efficient."

"Huh…" Stiles turned the compass over in his hands. "How do I use it?"

"It needs to be set on the ground with your finger placed on the needle thing above the compass. It'll point towards what you're looking for but it only works once per person."

"Great… You guys haven't used it yet have you?"

Scott and Isaac both shook their heads.

"Alright! Well, I think it's about time we should get after this thing."

"Shouldn't we wait until morning so it's easier to see?"

Stiles looked at Derek, waiting for an answer to Isaac's question but he just shrugged.

"I don't think it'll get light during the day anymore and the temperature's only going to drop from now on. It won't matter whether it's night or day. I have flashlights and lanterns to use when we need."

"Sweet! Let's get started then! I'm sick of this storm." Stiles muttered.

"You might want to get dressed." Derek said and Stiles realized that he was indeed still naked beneath the blanket.

"Oh, right. That's probably a really good idea." Stiles put the stuff down and stood, clutching the blanket around his body.

He quickly scuttled over to the dresser beside the bed and tugged open the first drawer full of sweats.

"How do you have so many sweats? I thought you only owned tight jeans and Henley's before a week ago."

"I like to stock up." Derek said simply as Stiles pulled out two pairs of sweats.

"Can I borrow a pair of your underwear? That's a totally weird request but I kinda need 'em so I don't freeze my junk off."

"Bottom drawer."

Stiles opened that and tried not to drool at the thought that he'd be wearing the underwear that Derek had worn so many times. Quickly he grabbed a black pair of boxer briefs and disappeared into the bathroom to get dressed. Once he'd pulled on both layers he wrapped the blanket back around him and went back out to the others.

"We should bring the blankets." He mumbled since he felt awfully attached to this blanket of his.

"Good idea." Scott said and wrapped his blanket more securely around his shoulders with a slight pout.

"Let's eat before we leave just in case we don't get back before morning." Derek said and finally let go of Isaac whose face was flushed with heat once more.

They all went up to the kitchen and sat around the warm stove as Derek heated it up. There was only one chicken left and they all agreed to share it along with a sandwich. The two werewolves quickly dried next to the heat and once their bellies were filled they went back downstairs and put all of the supplied onto the table.

"Ok, first I need to bless the blade so that it'll kill the thing when we get there. Also we'll need to memorize the order of herbs for the purification just in case the killing plan doesn't work. Derek do you have any snow shoes?"

Derek shook his head. "No, but my neighbors two floors down do."

"How exactly do you know this?" Scott asked suspiciously.

Derek rolled his eyes at him. "I saw them leave on a trip with them hanging from their backpacks. It's a family of seven so there's plenty. All we have to do is ask them. I'm sure they'll be willing to lend them to us knowing what the weather is like out there."

Stiles nodded and picked up the book. Quickly he flipped to page 75 where a sticky note was indeed stuck to the old page. His face paled when he read over what was needed to bless the blade.

"This is going to take forever!" he whined and tossed the book back onto the table where Derek picked it up.

A small huff of air left Derek in the resemblance of laughter and Stiles wanted to glare at him but all he could do was hide his face as it began to heat up.

"What's wrong with it?" Isaac asked.

Stiles' head jerked up and he glared at Derek in warning. Derek's mouth was still tilted up in a smirk as he handed the book back to Stiles.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing is wrong." Stiles said through gritted teeth. "If you'll excuse me I'm going to…take care of something real quick."

"They're going to know as soon as it happens so you might as well tell them. It'll be less awkward." Derek said smugly.

Stiles groaned loudly and put his hands over his face in horror and embarrassment. "Fine! Scott did you read what Deaton wrote on the sticky note?" When Scott shook his head Stiles sighed and braced his hands on the table. "Well, evidently a creature like this is lacking in a specific something which is why the blessing is required." Stiles pauses for a second before handing the book over to Scott to look at the sticky note himself.

"You need…ew! Dude! That's way too personal! Not to mention gross!" Scott made a grossed out face and tilted the book so Isaac could see.

"Yeah…that's kind of weird. Why couldn't it have been something like the herbs or whatever?"

"'Cause this creature is specifically lacking in these things."

"Semen, blood, tears, and saliva. That's just way too weird. At least it gives an explanation for all of them."

Stiles nodded and walked around the map over to the bedside table and grabbed the drawing he'd made and taking it back over to them and setting it down on the table.

"This thing came to me last night in what seemed like a dream but it was way too real. That's why there's a map in the middle of the floor and why the paper's there. This is what I suspect is the Zud-thingy." Stiles started describing the horror of the Zduhać from its withered face to its creepy tongue and choice of wear.

"So the semen is for the lack of love and reproduction. Blood is for the frozen veins. Tears are for its lack of emotion and ability to cry. Saliva is for the evil in its words and lack of saliva. I'm pretty sure this describes a frozen zombie." Scott summarizes.

"Pretty much. Now, where does its power reside so that we can kill it efficiently and without a huge drawn out battle?" Stiles mumbled as he tried to divert to a less embarrassing subject.

"Not sure. That's why there's the book. It should explain some things about it."

Stiles sighed and picks up the book and begins to read through the Russian to English translated words on the Zduhać. He skipped through the paragraphs until he got to the part about the thing's power. The power couldn't be hidden and would be somewhere in plain sight. It would be a part of the creature that it couldn't remove so Stiles thought hard about what he'd seen on the creature.

"I'm not quite sure if I'm right about this but I think its power source comes from its eyes. It says that it's in plain sight and can't be removed from its person since it's a part of them."

"You could be right. This whole thing is so weird." Scott mumbled and shook his head. "I'm not really sure how to go about this so I'm gonna leave you to the planning." Scott clapped Stiles on the shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. You're just lazy." Stiles joked and picked the book back up. "I'll need to take the ingredients needed and combine them to make a sort of ink. Then I'll write on the blade and bless it against the creature I want to kill."

"What are you going to write on it? Are there specific words?"

Stiles looked over the sticky note at the many instructions written there. "Yeah. I need to write my name, the blessing, and the creature's name on the moonstone itself."

"Let's just get this done. You make the ink or whatever and we'll work on tracking this thing down and our plan of action once we do find it." Derek commanded.

Stiles nodded. "Ok. Do you have a small container or something?" Stiles mumbled quietly as if that'd spare him the embarrassment.

"In the bathroom in the medicine cabinet you can remove whatever's in the little plastic cup and use that."

"Ok." Stiles said sullenly and quickly darted to the bathroom to make his walk of shame shorter.

Quickly he found the small cup he was looking for and dumped the Q-Tips out onto the counter and sat down on the lid of the toilet. He might as well get the easiest things done first. Saliva was easiest and all he had to do was spit into the cup a couple times. Blood was next and he carefully peeled back the edge of his bandage on his left wrist and picked at a scab until it began to bleed into the cup one drop at a time. The door was suddenly jerked open and Stiles startled, getting a drop of blood onto his hand instead of in the cup. Derek stood there staring down at Stiles.

"I don't like when I can smell your blood and not see you." He explained and shut the door behind him once he was in.

"Oh yeah. I forgot." Stiles mumbled and swirled the cup around a few times to mix the blood and saliva. The result was a disdainful pink slime that made Stiles grimace.

Quickly he covered up his cut with the bandage again and set the cup onto the counter before looking at Derek.

"Which would be easier? Tears or jizz?"

"I could probably make it so good you'll cry." Derek said in a low voice.

Stiles shivered and looked away from Derek's heated gaze 'cause he really needed to think and that look was distracting him.

"You think so? How?"

There was a long enough pause that Stiles looked back at him with uncertainty in his eyes. Derek seemed hesitant and Stiles could understand why. Scott and Isaac were in the next room and they were completely new to this.

"I'm not very good at the dirty talk thing. How about I just do it instead."

Stiles slowly nodded. "Ok. Yeah, that could work. I mean even if I don't cry I'll still get the jizz and everything."

Derek didn't respond, simply reached for Stiles. He started first by running his hands down Stiles' chest and down his sides to the edge of the shirts and ran his fingers along the warm, sensitive skin of Stiles' hip. Stiles could only watch and spread his legs to let Derek between them, handing his body over to Derek. The edges of his pants were pulled down and Stiles lifted his hips so they were dropped to his ankles. The boxers outlined his cock nicely and Derek ran his fingers slowly over the bulge over and over until it started to stiffen. Pleasure rolled slowly through Stiles, awakening his cock.

The underwear soon joined the pants around his ankles and his cock stood at half-mast in front of Derek who knelt between his legs now. Derek wasted no time getting his lips locked around the head of Stiles dick and the unexpected jolt of sensation made Stiles gasp and heat rocketed straight through him and into his cock. Under the ministrations of Derek's mouth Stiles' cock soon stood completely hard and leaking precum onto Derek's smooth, deft tongue. Hollowing out his cheeks Derek began sucking him hard and fast, not wasting any time on wringing every last sensation and sound out of Stiles.

"D-Derek! Too much! Too soon!" Stiles gasped as coherently as he could.

Derek's only answer was to hum around him and suck harder making every little feeling more intense. Stiles' eyes prickled with pleasure tears and he quickly hung his head forward and tried to fumble for the cup. When he reached over the cup wasn't there and was suddenly there under his eye, catching the tears that dewed the lashes from both the left and right. Stiles barely had time to comprehend that Derek was such a good multitasker before Derek gave a particularly sharp suck and he was suddenly cumming hard. The first spurt hit Derek on the lip but the next was aimed down into the cup. Stiles emptied himself with help from Derek's hand stroking him lightly through it until finally he collapsed backwards, leaning heavily against the back of the toilet.

"Th-that was…amaaazing." He groaned and let his head loll backwards.

"Good. Now we have the 'ink' done. Get cleaned up and meet us back out there." Derek instructed as he stood and began washing Stiles' cum off his chin. Well, what was left of it since he'd licked most of it off.

"Will do." Stiles gave a thumbs up and watched Derek set the cup down on the counter before exiting the bathroom quickly.

Stiles sat there for a bit longer than necessary, riding out this orgasmic bliss for as long as he could before he had to face whatever horrors came next. Eventually he sat back up and took some toilet paper and wiped his dick clean before pulling his pants back up and grabbing the cup. There was an overwhelming amount of cum in the cup that kind of over powered the rest of the ingredients but it hadn't specified how much of each was needed so he figured it was all fine.

When he exited the restroom Scott and Isaac were pointedly not looking at Stiles or Derek and were focusing on the map and compass. Stiles caught the tail end of the conversation they were having as he walked up with his embarrassing concoction in hand.

"…need to see if it actually works. Deaton said it did but I'm not so sure." Scott was saying.

"Maybe we could try it out on the map. If it points to where we want it to then if we want it to point at a specific point on the map it will. The maps already on the ground."

"That's a good idea. Who should use up their turn with the compass?"

They all looked at each other for a bit in contemplation before Isaac slowly stepped forward.

"Uhm, I think I should. I don't think I'll be very focused out in the storm so it might not work for me. I might as well do it in here were I'm comfortable and focused."

"Good idea." Stiles said and motioned Isaac over in front of the map. "Ok, Scott set the compass down in the middle of the bottom edge." Scott did as he was told. "Now Isaac put your finger on this point and think about the location of the Zud-thingy on the map."

Isaac bent down and pressed the tip of his index finger to the point that stuck out of the middle of the compass and immediately the dial began to turn. The red arrow turned to the left and they scooted it from the bottom of the page up and to the left until it reached the part of the map where the cluster of warehouses and storage units were within the town. Stiles watched with growing anticipation as it grew closer and closer to the white piece of paper marking the Zud-thingy's location in his dream. Once it reached that spot it began turning in circles rapidly meaning it was right on top of it.

"We have its location." Stiles breathed with both dread and eagerness.

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