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Stop making it so easy.

[Fact.]

What can I say? I am easy.

[He rolls his eyes, but that wave of desire is spiked by the smell of jealousy]

[ Leaning forward to tug him by the arm. ]

You should really learn to use your words.

You have a nose.

[A real one, not a lump of flesh between his eyes, like a human. But he lets Stiles tug him, moves into Stiles' space. Stiles smells like want.]

Towards both of me.

[ Grinning, the glint in his eye more wolf than anything. ] You'd probably find me a lot more receptive.

I can't.

[With the human Stiles]

Why not?

[He smells hot and the smell of want is thick in the room]

Because I can't.

[Because he can't have something good, it'll turn sour, because Scott, because Stiles is a kid]

[ Pushing up on his knees, his mouth inches from Derek's. ]

Quit being so afraid.

[A snarl, then.]

[ Curling his fingers in Derek's shirt, not backing down. ]

If you're gonna be the Alpha you're waiting on, you have to let go of that shit, Derek. You don't know how good it could be, how safe and good you could have it.

Tell me.

[He presses his nose to Stiles' neck, to the vein there.]

You have to trust me.

[ Wrapping an arm around his neck, burying his fingers in his hair. ] Werewolf or not, it's kind of scary how far I'd go if you just let me in, okay? I didn't change when Peter bit me, I just survived most of the line of fire.

[He's quiet, silent, holding on.]

You can't keep denying yourself stuff because you don't think you deserve it. [ Petting him slowly. ] It doesn't just hurt you.

[He's still quiet, but now his fingers are tangled in Stiles' shirt, his own shirt]

Why did you ask me to come back?

To bed?

[ Breathing slowly, his chin ducked enough to properly keep an eye on Derek. ] Maybe because I'm selfish, maybe I just want to make this okay for you even though you're not my Derek. You're still Derek.

It's not safe.

[What he wants to do - what he really wants - it's not fair.]

[ Bearing his teeth slightly. ]

Nothing in our lives is safe, asshole.

[His eyes are glinting beta gold and-

Derek kisses him, hard, on the mouth, his hands going to Stiles' wrist]

[ The sound he makes is greedy, pressing up on his knees and leaning into Derek. It's hard and desperate and Stiles' growl is lost between them. ]

[His own growl is loud as he pushes him down into the bed, straddling him, biting his lip]

This is dangerous, Stiles.

[Not because he's a wolf. Because Derek wants to possess something, so badly, something that's only his, something that he can't lose.

And he'll lose Stiles in a few hours]

[ He grins at him, eyes gold, teeth sharp. ]

So's life. [ Legs splaying, submitting to Derek completely. He knows how this works. ] But that's what makes it fun.

[He sees that, he can't help but react to it, pressing him down again]

Bare your throat.

[He wants to see that.]

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