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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Pack_Dynamics, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Dubious_Consent, PWP_(mostly),
      alpha!Scott, Omega!Derek
  Series:
      Part 2 of Pack_Omega
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-08-09 Words: 4998
****** Tastes Like Pack ******
by marmolita
Summary
     AU in which Derek lets Scott kill Peter. Derek forces himself to look
     Scott in the eye, even though his instincts tell him not to. “I’ll
     never be an alpha,” he says. “It’s not in my nature.”
Notes
     So I wrote this because I really just wanted there to be fic of Scott
     as an alpha screwing Derek into the floor. Somehow it ended up being
     full of talking about pack and feelings. It can be read either as a
     straight-up AU of the show from the season 1 finale, or as an AU of
     my other fic, The_Scent_of_an_Alpha.
     Warnings: underage, dubious consent/full moon compulsion/sex for the
     good of the pack. The sex is also somewhat violent.
See the end of the work for more notes
Derek kneels over Peter’s body, the stench of burned flesh overpowering him. He
lets his claws extend, and--
“Wait! You said the cure comes from the one that bit you.” He hesitates, arm
pulled back, and turns his head to look at Scott. Scott is breathing hard, eyes
flashing in the darkness, and Derek feels nothing but determination from him.
“I told you I didn’t know if it was true,” he says. “Do you even know what will
happen if it’s not? You’ve never killed anyone.”
“I don’t care,” Scott replies. “If I don’t kill him, I’m dead. Derek, please.”
Decisiveness and force roll off of Scott in waves of scent, triggering an
instinctive response in Derek. He retracts his claws and steps away, letting
Scott take his place.
“Make sure you cut all the way through his neck,” he advises. “Don’t leave any
room for him to heal.” He can’t see Scott’s face anymore, but Scott nods; his
claws flash once in the light before coming down, and a splatter of blood hits
Derek’s shoes. Scott stands up slowly, retracting and extending the claws on
his hand over and over.
“It didn’t work,” Scott says, stalking toward Derek. “Why didn’t it work?” His
voice is hard and echoes with an alpha growl; his eyes flash red. Derek is on
his knees before he even knows what he’s doing, head tipped to the side and
throat bared. It surprises Scott, and he takes a step back. When he speaks
again, his voice is back to that of a 16-year-old kid. “Derek, what--”
Derek lets out a short, bitter chuckle, and gets back up to his feet. “You’re
the alpha now, Scott.”
***
Derek waits outside Scott’s house the next afternoon. He could have stayed
home, waited for Scott to come to him, but--
Well. Scott is the alpha, after all.
Scott doesn’t look too surprised to see him when he pulls into the driveway,
unbuckling his helmet and climbing off his bike. “We need to talk,” Derek says,
as if it wasn’t obvious. He follows Scott through the garage and into the
kitchen. “You feel different now, right?”
“Can’t you just leave me alone?” Scott asks, pouring himself a glass of water.
“You can go back to doing whatever it is you do. I can take care of myself.”
Derek crosses his arms over his chest. “We’re stronger together,” he says,
watching Scott’s adam’s apple bob up and down as he drains his glass. “A wolf
without a pack is no wolf at all.”
“I have a pack,” Scott says, “you said that yourself. Just because they’re not
werewolves doesn’t mean they’re not my pack.”
“Who said I was talking about you?” That catches Scott’s attention, and the
clink of his glass landing on the counter seems extremely loud. When Scott
turns to look at Derek, Derek looks away.
“You’re doing it again,” Scott says. “That thing that you did last night.
Except not as much. What is it?”
Derek sighs and rubs the back of his head with one hand. “It’s a sign of
submission, okay? Your alpha instincts ought to be telling you that if you were
paying attention. I’m not doing it on purpose.”
“Submission? What-- Why would you--” Scott looks so surprised that it takes
Derek off guard. Derek turns away.
“Don’t you get it? You’re an alpha and I’m a-- I’m not. What did you think was
going to happen?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know, okay?” Scott starts pacing around the room, and
Derek can feel the tension coiling around him. “I thought I was going to be
cured.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not. Look, letting me join your pack doesn’t mean we have
to be friends.”
“What does it mean then? That you’re, like, my servant? Because I don’t want
that either.” Scott stops in the middle of the room and looks at Derek with
wide eyes.
“It means that we keep each other alive.” Derek puts his hands on Scott’s
shoulders. “Scott, pack means that we help each other survive and keep away
from the hunters. It means if one of us is in trouble then the rest of the pack
comes to help.”
“Don’t we already do that?” Scott’s confusion is palpable. “You helped me get
out even though it meant they took you. I called to find out where you were,
and you answered, and I came and broke you out of those chains.” He’s right -
- Scott is right, they’ve been acting like pack already, but somehow it’s
different now.
“Yes. You’re right. Now that you’re alpha though, it needs to be official.”
“Official? What does that even mean?” Derek blows air out of his cheeks, trying
to contain his frustration.
“Don’t you feel it, Scott? Don’t your instincts tell you anything? When you
went all alpha on me last night and I got down on my fucking knees in front of
you what did you want to do? Try it again, right now, and just do whatever your
body tells you to do.”
Instead, Scott just looks at Derek, eyes slightly narrowed. “Is that what Peter
did to you?” he asks, and his voice is soft and gentle instead of angry.
“Yes and no.” Derek closes his eyes, just for a moment. “Peter was part of my
family. We were already pack. He just reinforced it.”
“But Peter bit me, so doesn’t that make us pack already?” Derek realizes, a
little more every day, just how much Scott does not know about being a
werewolf. Some things come so naturally to him -- controlling the shift,
protecting his pack -- that Derek forgets that he didn’t grow up knowing about
all of this.
“Look, Scott, there are two ways to become an alpha. One is to be born that
way. The other is to kill an alpha. You did a little bit of both. You never
felt a desire to join up with Peter, right? That’s because you were never part
of his pack, you were already on your way to being an alpha. Killing him just
sped up the process. You don’t understand what it’s like-- You don’t know how
hard it was for me to go against him.” Derek forces himself to look Scott in
the eye, even though his instincts tell him not to. “I’ll never be an alpha,”
he says. “It’s not in my nature.” And there it is, the thing he never wanted to
have to admit to Scott. He’s glad that Scott killed Peter, glad because it let
him off the hook. Because Derek would have become an alpha and it would have
been a disaster, but Scott can handle it. Scott would have been an alpha sooner
or later anyway.
Scott looks almost sorry for Derek, and it rankles. Then Scott’s lips set in a
firm line, and he twists his head and shifts, and then he’s growling and his
eyes are flashing and Derek is on his knees again. This time though, there is
no surprise. He feels the hot puff of Scott’s breath when Scott bends over him,
and then Scott’s teeth are sinking into his neck, and in the midst of the pain
Derek feels a moment of connection and wholeness that he hasn’t felt since his
sister died.
***
Derek convinces Scott to come to the Hale house for the first full moon after
he becomes alpha. Stiles drives Scott out, and because Scott trusts Stiles
Derek has to as well.
When they arrive, Derek can already see the effect that the moon is having on
Scott. He looks angry, surly, reluctant to be there, and Stiles is overflowing
with fear and aggravation. The Hale house was built for raising werewolves, and
the caged cells in the basement aren’t for show. It takes Stiles cajoling and
Derek manhandling to get Scott to agree to go into the cell. Derek joins Scott,
and hands Stiles the keys. “Just lock it and go home,” he tells Stiles. “Come
back in the morning to let us out.”
Stiles looks at Derek with the all-too-familiar “are you crazy?” expression,
but Derek shuts him up with a glare before he can speak. “We’ll be fine,” he
adds. “I won’t hurt him.”
Stiles glances back and forth between Derek and Scott. “I’m not so sure he
won’t hurt you,” he finally says, but he turns the key in the lock and heads up
the stairs. Derek listens until he hears the engine of the jeep disappear in
the distance, but he suspects Stiles will be back before the night is over.
“I don’t know why we’re doing this,” Scott complains. “I was fine on the last
full moon.”
“You weren’t an alpha on the last full moon. It’s different.”
“Oh, because you know so much about being an alpha?” Scott turns on Derek, eyes
flashing. “I thought you said it wasn’t ‘in your nature’ to be an alpha.”
Derek holds his ground in the middle of the cell. “It’s not. I may not be an
alpha but I’ve spent plenty of full moons with them. Can you even hear yourself
talking? You don’t sound like yourself, Scott. What do you think would happen
if you were out there tonight?”
The sky is dark now, and a tiny sliver of moonlight shines in through the
basement window grating. “I think that I should be the one to make those
decisions, not you.” Scott backs off for a while, though, and Derek sits
against the wall while Scott prowls in circles around the cell. The beam of
moonlight crawls slowly across the floor.
Derek tries to relax, but the moonlight is like an itch underneath his skin,
and Scott’s prowling is enhancing it. He almost jumps when Scott growls his
name. “Derek. We shouldn’t be in here. We should be out. Hunting.”
“No,” Derek replies. “You need to be in here because otherwise you’re going to
hurt someone.”
“Maybe I’m going to hurt someone anyway.” Scott stalks toward Derek, claws
extended. “Someone who’s overstepping his authority. Someone who thinks he
knows what’s best for an alpha when he’s really just a mewling, pitiful omega.”
Derek flinches and gets to his feet.
“So you finally figured it out. I guess there are some pack instincts in your
thick skull after all.” The bravado is just for show and they both know it.
Scott isn’t usually like this -- he’s really a nice, pleasant kid. A good alpha
who wants to protect his pack. On a full moon, though, things are different and
there is a cruelty to Scott that nobody would suspect.
Scott digs his claws into the rock on either side of Derek’s head. “You didn’t
have to lock yourself in here with me,” he says, leaning in to whisper the
words close to Derek’s ear. “Why did you do it?”
“You said it yourself.” Derek breathes in the scent of alpha, and exposes more
of his neck to Scott. “Omega. If you figured out that much you know why I’m in
here.”
Scott growls low in his throat and rakes his teeth across Derek’s neck, then
he’s tossing Derek across the room like a rag doll, alpha strength making up
for the difference in size and age. Derek struggles to his feet. If this goes
well, he can give Scott exactly what he needs. If not-- Well, he’s always been
a fast healer, even for a werewolf, and he thinks Scott’s alpha instincts will
stop him from killing one of his own pack. This time, when Scott starts toward
him, Derek is faster. He steps into Scott’s space and presses his lips to
Scott’s, hands sliding over the sides of Scott’s ribcage.
Scott is so startled that he shifts back, claws and teeth retracting, and Derek
slips his tongue into Scott’s mouth and grinds their bodies together. Scott
puts his hands on Derek’s shoulders and pushes him back, saying, “Derek, what
are you--”
“What, you think you can turn your instincts on and off whenever you want? I’m
giving you what you need, Scott.”
“But I--”
“It’s not about love or romance.” Derek kisses his way down Scott’s body,
sinking to his knees. “It’s about pack. It’s about dominance and hierarchy.
It’s about the full moon and bloodlust.” He traces his hands down Scott’s
stomach and starts working on the fly of Scott’s jeans. “It’s about distraction
and relieving tension, and I’d rather do it this way than have you beat the
shit out of me, because if you hadn’t noticed that’s what you were about to
do.”
The moonbeam from the grate has inched into the cell, and starts moving up
Scott’s leg. Derek listens to Scott’s breathing speed up and pulls him out of
his jeans and underwear as Scott clenches and unclenches his hands, claws
growing out again and a growl starting from the pit of his belly. Derek curls
his tongue around Scott’s half-hard cock, pulling it into his mouth and
sucking. Werewolf or not, Scott is sixteen years old, and it’s only a few short
minutes before he’s coming into Derek’s mouth.
The alpha in him takes over, then, and shoves Derek face first into the floor.
The stone is rough against his cheek, but he doesn’t resist. Scott may be
smaller than Derek, but he’s compact and surprisingly heavy for his size. Claws
rake down Derek’s back, shredding his t-shirt and scoring bright lines into his
skin. Derek struggles to get his jeans and underwear off while pinned to the
ground, Scott’s breath and teeth hovering over his neck. He manages to get them
down to his knees, which is enough to feel the rough fabric of Scott’s jeans
and the sharp edge of Scott’s open zipper pressing into his ass.
Scott rubs himself against Derek’s back, sniffing and licking at the back of
Derek’s neck. Derek can feel Scott getting hard again, and is glad that he
prepared himself for this earlier. It’s been a few hours but there’s still
enough lube in his ass to make this a little less painful, because Scott
doesn’t know what he’s doing. Derek grits his teeth when Scott growls next to
his ear and closes his teeth over the back of Derek’s neck, the bite and the
weight of Scott’s upper body crushing Derek’s face and chest into the cold
stone. The claws are gone from his back for a moment, and then the blunt head
of Scott’s cock is pressing into Derek’s ass.
Scott pulls Derek’s hands above his head and pins them there with one hand, the
other hauling Dereks hips upward to give him a better angle. Scott isn’t
particularly big, but Derek bites his lip against the pain when he slides in
and starts thrusting without any time to adjust. There is a continuous low
growl rumbling in Scott’s chest, and Derek can feel the vibration of it where
their bodies touch. He spreads his legs a little wider and pushes back into
Scott, relaxing into his role and taking whatever his alpha needs to give him.
Apparently what his alpha needs is to fuck him into the floor, and Derek’s face
and chest stick and scratch on the rough edges of stone with each thrust. He
would push up onto his hands and knees, but Scott is still holding his hands
above his head and Scott’s teeth are still working on his neck. A trickle of
blood and saliva drips down from the bite onto the back of Derek’s ear, then
around onto his cheek. He reaches his tongue out and catches the edge of it,
and it tastes like alpha and like pack. Scott is moving faster now, harder, and
Derek can feel Scott’s climax gathering and then bursting over him.
Scott releases Derek’s hands and neck, and rolls off of him. The intensity of
it has wiped him out and Derek hears his breathing slow down into sleep almost
immediately. Derek’s arms are stiff as he pushes himself up, and there are
rapidly healing cuts and scratches all over his chest. He can still feel blood
dripping from the bite on his neck as he takes hold of his erection and strokes
himself off efficiently. The full moon itch subsides somewhat, and Derek pulls
his pants back on and removes his shredded t-shirt. Scott has fallen asleep
with his pants around his knees, and doesn’t wake up when Derek manhandles them
back into place. He uses the remains of his shirt to wipe up the blood and
semen, then settles back against the wall to wait.
He judges it to have been about two hours by the track of the moonlight on the
floor before Scott wakes up, slowly pushing himself up to sit. Scott looks
human again, although there is still a glint of red in his eyes. “What--” he
starts to ask, then his nostrils flare. “Oh. Oh.” He looks around wildly, then
his eyes settle on Derek. “Are you okay?”
Derek laughs at the earnestness in Scott’s voice. “I’ll live. We’ve still got
quite a few hours left of the full moon. How are you feeling?”
“Um.” Scott scrubs a hand through his hair and Derek can smell his
embarrassment. “Still kind of, uh.”
“Twitchy?” Derek supplies.
“But not as bad as before. Look, I didn’t mean to--”
“It’s okay,” Derek says, cutting him off. “Don’t worry about it. If you need to
do it again it’s fine. It’s what I’m here for.”
“What you’re here for? What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’m getting you through the full moon by letting you take it out on
me. That’s what an omega is for.” Derek stretches his arms over his head,
twisting his neck and hissing a little at the pain of the still-healing bite.
“When the full moon comes there are two things you want to do: kill and fuck.
You have to have figured that part out by now at least?” Scott ducks his head,
a fringe of mussed hair hanging over his eyes. “So. Until you can learn to
control yourself, you can either beat me up or fuck me. It’s your choice, I
can’t stop you, but I’d rather not have my guts spilling out at the end of the
night.”
“If sex is the answer to not killing anyone you could have told me, I would
have called Allison.”
“No, Scott, you don’t get it.” Derek turns around to show Scott the marks on
his neck, and Scott has the decency to look ashamed. “That bite you gave me
would have killed a human. You can’t keep yourself in human form during sex on
a full moon yet so you can’t be trusted with her. Unless you turn someone else
and grow this pack, you’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you.”
“How am I supposed to learn something like that?” Scott asks, cradling his head
in his hands.
“Practice. Maybe don’t wait until you can’t stand it anymore next time.” Derek
gets to his feet and walks over to Scott. It’s been a long time since Derek
played this role, but seduction always came easily to him. He holds out a hand
and pulls Scott to his feet, then leans in, mouth inches from Scott’s. “Come
on. Put your hands on me. I know you want to; I can smell it on you.”
There’s a growl, and then Derek finds himself being pressed back into the wall.
Scott’s claws dig into his hips and he can feel the sharp edges of teeth
touching his neck lightly, not quite biting. Scott is trembling with the effort
to control himself, and Derek waits it out as the claws slowly retract and the
teeth are replaced by lips. When he hears Scott’s heart rate return to normal,
he rests his hands on Scott’s shoulders and slides them down Scott’s back, then
under the edge of his t-shirt. Scott’s heartbeat picks up a little bit, but not
enough to worry about, and he steps back and strips off his shirt.
Derek lets Scott take the lead, trying not to do anything to trigger Scott to
shift. Scott’s cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but he puts one hand on
Derek’s chest and uses the other to pull Derek’s head down for a close-mouthed
kiss. The skin of Scott’s back is hot under his fingers, muscles shifting
smoothly with his movements. If this wasn’t a full moon, and Scott wasn’t his
alpha, Derek would have kissed his way down Scott’s neck, sucking marks into
his skin. As it is, he knows putting his mouth on Scott’s neck would prickle
all of Scott’s alpha instincts as a challenge for dominance, so he settles for
sucking Scott’s lower lip into his mouth and tracing his tongue along the edge.
They pull apart briefly, and then Scott’s tongue is in Derek’s mouth, sliding
against his own, and there are still no fangs involved.
Scott moves closer, body pressing up against Derek’s, and his lips move off
through the stubble along Derek’s jaw. “I would try to pretend you’re Allison
except for how she has boobs, no facial hair, and is shorter than me,” he
mumbles into Derek’s cheek. “Smaller muscles, too.” Derek has to laugh at that,
at Scott’s attempt to keep himself in control by lightening the situation,
because he can feel Scott’s heart rate picking up again. Derek moves one hand
to Scott’s chest, running from his collarbone to his hip and back again. His
other hand slides down to the edge of Scott’s jeans, almost coming down over
his ass but not quite.
Scott’s mouth moves down Derek’s neck, lips and tongue leaving a wet trail
behind. Derek feels the hint of teeth when Scott grabs him by the hips and
grinds them together, and then Scott is holding still again, breathing fast and
hot against Derek’s skin. Derek’s own heartbeat sounds loud in his ears and he
knows Scott is listening to it too. Letting Scott fuck him during an alpha rage
-- that is a hard thing to do, but it’s hard in an entirely different way to be
patient now, to let Scott take his time, to not touch and to not taste. The
itch of the moon crawls under Derek’s skin and even though he’s had plenty of
practice keeping himself calm over the years, he can smell Scott’s desire and
it amplifies everything.
Finally, Scott’s hands start to move, roaming over Derek’s body, and his mouth
resumes its exploration of Derek’s collarbone. Derek licks his lips, and Scott
looks up at the sound; his eyes are red around the edges but still human when
he leans in to replace Derek’s tongue with his own. Derek can feel Scott
growing hard where their bodies are pressed together, and Scott’s kisses become
rougher, more demanding. Scott guides one of Derek’s hands downward to press
over his erection through his jeans, and Derek squeezes him gently and starts
stroking. He’s so absorbed with listening to the hitch of Scott’s breath,
listening for signs of a shift, that the sound of a car door slamming comes as
a complete surprise.
Scott tenses, and for a moment his fingernails become claws and fangs press
into Derek’s lips. “Fuck,” Scott says, dropping his face into Derek’s neck,
human again. There is the sound of the house door opening and closing, and
footsteps across the ceiling. “We’re fine,” Scott calls out, voice rough.
“Don’t come down here.” It’s too late though, and the footsteps are descending
the stairs in a rush.
“Hey guys, I brought you some water,” Stiles is saying as his steps reach the
bottom. Derek releases Scott to give him room to step away, but Scott stays
where he is and plants his hands on the wall on either side of Derek’s head.
Derek can see Stiles appear around the corner over Scott’s shoulder in the dim
light, and watches him stop in surprise.
“Put it where we can reach it and go,” Derek tells him. Stiles opens his mouth
to say something, but a low growl from Scott makes his jaw snap shut again.
Stiles carefully places two bottles of water within arm’s reach of the cage
bars. “I’m not sure if you guys are fighting or making out, but are you okay?”
“We’re fine. Just go.” Stiles backs up slowly, hands raised. “Now,” Derek
snaps, because Scott is starting to growl again.
“Okay, I’m going, I’ll just -- I’ll be upstairs if you need anything.” Stiles
finally disappears up the stairs, and Derek turns his full attention back to
Scott, who is digging claws into the rock. He exposes more of his neck to Scott
to try to appease the alpha parts of him, and Scott slowly, gradually retracts
his claws.
“Okay?” Derek asks, and Scott nods against his neck.
“Why did I do that?” Scott mumbles, beginning to rub himself against Derek
again. He looks up at Derek, but before Derek can answer Scott’s lips are
closing over his own again.
“Shutting down a challenge,” Derek gets out when he has a chance to breathe.
Scott shifts his thigh between Derek’s legs and the breathy sound that Scott
makes sounds a lot more like a horny teenager than an alpha wolf on a full
moon.
“What should I . . . ?” Scott mumbles, rubbing himself against Derek’s hip.
“You’re the alpha,” Derek replies, nipping at Scott’s lower lip. “Whatever you
need.” Scott’s hands move down to clutch Derek’s ass, squeezing hard, and there
is the hint of a growl and a momentary pinprick of claws. Derek takes the hint
and turns around, bracing his hands on the wall. Scott’s mouth traces over
Derek’s tattoo, tongue following the spirals and sending a tingle through
Derek’s spine, while his hands reach around to rub at the bulge in Derek’s
jeans. Derek breathes in sharply; he wasn’t expecting any reciprocation from
Scott. It feels good, though, very good, and Derek can feel Scott’s smile
against his back. “Back pocket,” Derek gets out. “There’s lube. Think you can
keep your claws out of things?”
Scott laughs and nips at Derek’s shoulder. It’s a hard enough bite to hurt, but
there are no fangs, and Scott reaches into Derek’s pocket with one hand, still
stroking him with the other. His hands are gone for a moment then, and Derek
takes advantage of the time to strip off his remaining clothes. He hears the
sound of a zipper opening behind him, and the rustle of clothing hitting the
floor. He can hear Scott’s hesitation, and realizes that Scott has never done
this before, not while he had control of his senses. “Use your fingers first,”
he tells him. A hand closes over the left side of his ass, and a wet finger
slides between his cheeks, thankfully with no claws. Derek spreads his legs
wider when Scott’s finger pushes in, dropping his head between his arms.
Scott’s mouth is back, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to Derek’s
shoulders. Derek breathes deeply and evenly. “You can use two,” he says,
pushing his hips back against Scott’s hand and listening to Scott’s heart
beating faster.
Scott adds a second finger, moving his hand faster; his kisses start to be more
teeth than lips. He abruptly pulls his fingers out and rests his forehead
against Derek’s back, breathing heavily. “Derek, I can’t--”
“It’s okay.” Derek glances over his shoulder into Scott’s glowing eyes,
impressed that Scott has managed to last as long as he has without shifting.
“Take what you need.” Scott is on him, then, pushing into Derek’s ass, teeth
and claws clutching at him. It burns, still sore from earlier, but Scott is not
as rough this time; it takes longer as well, since Scott’s already come twice.
After a while, Scott starts tracing Derek’s tattoo with his tongue again, and
Derek takes one hand off the wall to stroke himself in time with Scott’s
thrusts.
Even after so many years, Derek can only focus on so many things at once on a
full moon. He concentrates on keeping his human form, and lets go of trying to
keep quiet or pay attention to anything outside of his own body. Maybe Scott
won’t remember the groans, the way that Derek shivers under his tongue, or the
way that Derek pushes his hips back to meet Scott’s. Scott is lost inside
himself, claws digging into Derek’s hips and drawing thin trickles of blood,
growling low in the back of his throat. Scott closes his teeth on Derek’s neck
when he comes, reopening the bite that had just closed, and it pushes Derek
over the edge as well, legs trembling, gasping for breath.
Scott is licking at the wound on Derek’s neck when he comes back to himself. He
gradually feels Scott’s claws and teeth retract, the licks turning into kisses,
and then Scott moves around with his back to the wall and slides down to the
floor. Derek catches his breath and finds his pants, pulling them on and
grabbing the water Stiles left behind before sitting gingerly next to Scott.
“Feel better?” Derek asks, handing him a bottle.
Scott takes a long drink, then nods. “Um. Thanks?”
There is no red left in Scott’s eyes, just a deep, warm brown that makes Derek
thinks of pack and security. He manages a smile at Scott, maybe the first time
he’s really, genuinely smiled in years, and says, “Go to sleep.”
***
In the morning, Derek suffers through Stiles darting his eyes back and forth
between him and Scott, then running his mouth off while he fumbles with the
keys and unlocks the cell. Derek snarls at him to shut him up, but there’s no
real malice in it. He walks out to the front of the house with Stiles and
Scott, and when Scott turns before climbing into the car to give him a smile
and wave goodbye, he finds himself smiling back.
End Notes
     Thanks to quigonejinn and destronomics for convincing me to finish it
     instead of throwing the whole thing away.
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