“ -- are we just .. staying here? Is this our life now?” Stiles wasn’t sure how to feel about it all ; if this was all that life had to offer them. When there was potential of them getting the cure into the right hands.
SUMMARY: Takes place a good amount of time after Where Did I Go Wrong/Oh, Take Me Back to the Start, but before You Put Up Your Defenses When You Leave. It’s just smut. That’s all it is.
Scott: Scott was in bed with Stiles, curled up around his boyfriend, his fingers absently playing with the hem of his boyfriend’s shirt. A comfortable silence had fallen over the room, Scott more than content to just exist here with Stiles for the time being, cherishing the time more than ever in light of nearly losing him the other day. He pressed a gentle kiss to the emissary’s neck, fingers sneaking under Stiles’ shirt before he was whispering, “Let me take care of you?”
Stiles: Stiles had tried to spend more time doing things – occupying his mind and distracting himself. But; quiet moments like this with Scott – they helped more than the alpha knew. He was content at the gentle roaming of the other’s hand, pliant with a hum as the other kissed his neck before amber hues fluttered open at the soft whisper - chills rolling across his skin from the fingers against his flesh. His breath caught before a quiet “–..please,” filled the air.
Scott: Scott’s eyes caught Stiles’ for just a moment before the emissary was whispering his consent, and the alpha pressed their lips together slowly. He untangled himself from Stiles only enough so that he could move to straddle his lap, head tilting to deepen the kiss as his hand slid further up the druid’s chest.
Stiles: He let out a soft whimper as Scott pressed their lips together - willingly shifting a bit as Scott climbed on top of him, one hand going to cradle the side of Scott’s neck as he arched up off the cot to press in more so - injured hand subconsciously still resting on the bed.
Scott: “Love you,” Scott breathed against Stiles’ lips, his hand splaying against the emissary’s ribs as Stiles arched off the cot, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. Scott’s free hand rested on Stiles’ hip for a moment before he was taking his boyfriend’s injured hand in his, linking their fingers together gently as he kissed Stiles again– wanting him to know how much he loved him, how he still loved every single part of him, despite the fact that the druid might be self-conscious about his missing fingers.
Stiles: “– love you,” he breathed back just as softly, letting out a soft noise as Scott splayed his hand against his chest; letting his good hand move down to roam to his back, slipping under his shirt to brush against bare skin. His breathing, however, hitched slightly as he felt fingers intertwine with his own – whimpering into the kiss before, even if his strength hadn’t fully returned to his hand, offering Scott’s hand a shaky squeeze of affection as his heart swelled.
Scott: Scott heard the hitch in Stiles’ breathing as he intertwined their fingers, and when he felt the slight squeeze from his hand, he smiled softly into the kiss, his thumb rubbing gently against the back of the emissary’s injured hand. He pulled back from the kiss, instead trailing his lips down Stiles’ jawline and then down the column of his throat.
Stiles: He let out a soft noise as Scott’s lips trailed down his neck. And once again he found himself wondering just how he got so damn lucky to have Scott. His breathing wavered at the gentle touch on his hand, eyes fluttering closed as his chin dropped back to give Scott easier access to his throat.
Scott: Scott continued to hold Stiles' injured hand, his other hand falling to rest low on his boyfriend's hip as he worked at his neck. He nipped lightly at Stiles' neck, moving to slot his hips against the emissary's and grind down gently.
Stiles: He let out a high whine as Scott grinded down against him - subconsciously bucking up into him and rolling his hips to find more of that precious friction. "--Scotty..-" he breathed, voice trembling.
Scott: Scott exhaled harshly as Stiles rolled his hips up, the noises coming out of his boyfriend already driving him crazy. He gave Stiles' injured hand one more squeeze before untangling their intertwined fingers and grasping at the bottom of the emissary's shirt. He pulled the shirt over Stiles' head and tossed it aside, hands immediately smoothing down the other's bare chest as he kissed him again.
Stiles: He parted willingly long enough for Scott to tug his shirt off, letting out a long whine into the kiss that followed as his own hands began to tug at Scott's shirt, both hands slipping under it to smooth across the heat of his back.
Scott: Scott parted from Stiles one more time as he felt him tugging at his shirt, just long enough to pull the fabric over his head before his lips were seeking out his boyfriend's again, a hand settling against Stiles' neck as he hummed into the kiss. His hips started to move again, the fingers of his other hand hooking under the waistband of his boyfriend's jeans.
Stiles: Once Scott's shirt was off, he let his hands freely roam on the others skin -- his injured hand shaky but still eager as it brushed over flesh before he was raising his hips up into Scott's hand when Scott slipped a hand into his jeans.
Scott: Though he knew that he was supposed to be the one taking care of Stiles, Scott couldn't help the eagerness with which he pressed back against Stiles' hands, having missed the gentle touch. He slipped his hand the rest of the way into Stiles' jeans, cupping him through the fabric of his boxers as his tongue ran along the other's lower lip.
Stiles: His hands continued to roam over his skin -- his good hand moving to tangle into his dark hair, choking around his breath and into Scott's lips as Scott dipped his already interested length; jutting up into the touch with a whine.
Scott: The corner's of Scott's lips twitched into a smile at the whine that tore from Stiles, and he quickly grew impatient with teasing the emissary, instead moving to pop the button of his jeans, wanting them off now.
Stiles: His breathing faltered slightly when Scott began to work at his jeans- arching his hips up and off the bed, his good hand coming down beteeen them to assist him -- shoving them down to his knees.
Scott: Scott's lips trailed away from Stiles' again as he began to kiss down his chest, his hands moving to pull down his boyfriend's boxers as well before he was finally wrapping a hand around his hardening length.
Stiles: His breathing hitched harshly as Scott's fingers wrapped around his erection, a noise bubbling away in his throat as the finger of his injured hand twisted into the bedsheets, his other still tangled in Scott's hair.
Scott: Scott jerked Stiles off slowly, his thumb circling to smear the pre-come that had gathered on the head of his cock. He continued to kiss down his boyfriend's chest, free hand grasping at his hip.
Stiles: Stiles was softly whimpering, fingers gently scratching into scotts scalp as Scott slowly jacked him off - panting as his head dropped back against the pillow and his hips canted into Scott's hand.
Scott: Scott's eyes fluttered at the pressure of Stiles' blunt fingernails scratching against his scalp, and his lips trailed lower still before he was hovering between his boyfriend's legs, his hand still working the other's length as his lips closed around the head of Stiles' cock.
Stiles: He let out a slightly strangled gasp as Scott wrapped the warmth of his mouth around the head of his length - jerking up into him without even meaning to. The pure imagery of Scott between his legs and around his cock was enough to make him weak, "-- feel so good."
Scott: Scott's hand fell to the base of Stiles' cock, his tongue swirling around the tip before he was taking as much of Stiles' length into his mouth as he could. He reveled in his boyfriend's praise, humming as he bobbed his head up and down.
Stiles: His eyes fluttered closed briefly with a small, pleased noise before he was forcing himself to open them once more, wanting nothing more than to watch Scott through lidded lashes, gently carding his hand through Scott's hair.
Scott: Scott's movements were still slow and leisurely as he blew his boyfriend, but he relaxed his throat so that he could take him deeper. He felt Stiles' eyes on him, and his own eyes flicked up to lock with the emissary's for a moment before he was fluttering them closed again.
Stiles: Slow, lazy whines escaped his chest as Scott sucked him off and went deeper, a high noise vibrating in his throat as he arched his back into him. "-- 'm not gonna last too long if you keep doing that," he whispered in a shaky tone.
Scott: Scott pulled off at Stiles' words, a lazy grin falling over his face as he gazed up at his boyfriend before moving to straddle him once again. "What do you want?" he asked softly, pressing his lips chastely against Stiles'.
Stiles: There was a small noise of loss that escaped him when Scott pulled off of him, cradling the back of his head with both hands when he came back to kiss him. "Anything -" he breathed hoarsely. "You."
Scott: Scott couldn't help the soft chuckle that fell from his lips at the noise Stiles made when he pulled off. He hummed at his boyfriend's answer, and he kissed him again slowly as his fingers fiddled with the button of his own jeans before he was shoving both his jeans and boxers down.
Stiles: His eyes trailed down when Scott began to toy with his own jeans, smoothing. It's hands down Scott's chest with baited breath as he waited.
Scott: Scott tossed his jeans onto the floor, settling over Stiles again, his eyes flicking back toward the emissary's amber ones briefly before an idea was entering his head. He kissed up Stiles' neck before breathing in his ear, "I want to ride you."
Stiles: He felt a sharp chill roll down his spine harshly at Scott's whispered words, closing his eyes and groaning at the mere idea of it. "You wanna ---... oh. You -- you're sure? You've never--.."
Scott: "I know. I want to," Scott said earnestly, pulling back briefly before adding, "I want you to prep me though." Because the whole point was that he wanted to feel Stiles, wanted Stiles to touch him like that.
Stiles: He swallowed harshly before nodding, "I -- yeah. I can -... I can do that," he breathed, voice shaking. His entire brain felt like it was short circuiting just thinking about being inside of Scott. He strained with his good hand to their bedside table, fumbling around a moment to grasp the bottle of lube. "-- just ...-- now?"
Scott: "Now is good," Scott said with a soft laugh, a hand threading through Stiles' hair as he gazed at him with nothing but trust in his eyes. Then his eyes were fluttering closed, his lips finding Stiles' once more.
Stiles: He knew the weight of what Scott was asking of him, and it was heavy and swelling in all the best ways. He hummed into the kiss before he was pulling away to open the lube. He used the fingers of his good hand, once his fingers were slick, to trail down Scott's back and gently trace the outside of his rim. He let out a soft groan at just how tight the alpha felt before he was gently slipping one finger into him.
Scott: Scott's free hand settled on Stiles' bicep, his heart racing in anticipation as he heard the emissary pop open the bottle of lube. He inhaled shakily as he felt Stiles' fingers tracing against his rim, his breath catching as a finger slowly slipped inside him. Even upon realizing that he might have feelings for his best friend, he'd still never experimented like this, Stiles the first person to ever touch him in this way.
Stiles: His injured hand came to cradle the side of his neck, soothing his thumb against the skin there as he slowly pulsed his finger inside of Scott to begin to try and stretch him. "-- you good?" He asked softly.
Scott: "I'm good," Scott assured the other quietly, a gentle smile on his face at the concern. Right now, it mostly just felt weird, but the alpha didn't doubt that Stiles knew what he was doing.
Stiles: He gave a shaky nod, licking down on his bottom lip briefly. "Are you -- do you want me to add another?"
Scott: "Yeah, you can add another," Scott breathed, his eyes fluttering closed again as he got used to the feeling of Stiles' finger inside him.
Stiles: He hesitated for just a moment longer before he was slipping his finger out to push it back in slowly; adding a second finger alongside it before he was slowly pumping both of them. Aiming to both please Scott, and stretch him.
Scott: Scott's hand tightened on Stiles' bicep for just a second at the addition of the second finger, the slight pain lasting only briefly. Then Stiles was pumping his fingers, and after a moment, the hand on Stiles' bicep tightened again, this time from a wave of pleasure as the emissary's fingers must have brushed up again his prostate. A whine fell from his lips as he pushed back against the fingers, his breathing picking up.
Stiles: His lips thinned at the tightening of Scott's hand on his bicep - but thankfully, the burn seemed to be brief. Soon, Scott was seizing up again; but in a very different way and pushing back against where he was slowly opening him up. And stiles wanted to just gently pick Scott apart in ways he never had before. "-- feel good?" He asked in a deep whisper.
Scott: Scott inhaled sharply as he felt that same wave of pleasure again, one hand dropping to twist almost painfully tightly in the bedsheets. "Stiles--" he whimpered by way of answer, his eyes squeezed shut. Because it didn't just feel good-- it felt amazing.
Stiles: His eyes fluttered over Scott for a long moment, feeling heat rising harsh in his chest and wanting nothing more than to already be inside of him. But this was Scott's first time doing this, and werewolf healing or not - he didn't want to hurt him. His injured hand on his neck moved to cradle his cheek. "Let me know when you're ready for a third."
Scott: When Scott felt the hand cradling his cheek, he pressed forward to brush their lips together gently before his eyes were fluttering open to gaze at the emissary. "I love you so much," he whispered, feeling as though he couldn't tell his boyfriend the words enough lately. One more soft kiss, and Scott was murmuring, "I'm ready for another."
Stiles: He groaned softly into the kiss, a warm smile spreading across his lips, "I love you," he whispered, his breath fanning across Scott's lips before he was slowly easing in a third finger -- pulsing his fingers inside of Scott and working to open him, working to pleasure him.
Scott: A small wince came to Scott's face, a soft hiss falling from his lips at the burn from the third finger before he was getting used to it, pressing back onto Stiles with every pulse of his fingers.
Stiles: He paused briefly to let Scott get used to the burn before Scott was pressing back into him, a small smile across his lips as he peppered kissed to his neck. "Just tell me when you're ready."
Scott: Scott bared his neck for the other boy as he felt the kisses being pressed against his throat, and a soft moan tore from his lips as he let Stiles pump his fingers a few more times before he couldn't stand it anymore. "Ready," he said, his voice strained. "I need you."
Stiles: It did something tight in his stomach when the alpha bared his throat to him, kissing the skin softly a few more times before he was pulling away and easing his fingers out gently and slowly. He quickly picked back up the lube and slicked himself up -- giving himself a few small strokes, "Careful," he told him huskily, eyes dark. "Ease into it."
Scott: Scott nodded, swallowing harshly at the husky tone of Stiles' voice as his eyes fell to where the emissary was slicking himself up. As soon as he had finished, the alpha was positioning himself over top of his boyfriend, his hand falling to Stiles' cock as a guide as he lowered himself slowly onto it, breathing through the motion
Stiles: He breathing hitched drastically as Scott lowered himself onto his length - one hand moving to the bed once more and tightening his fingers at the feeling, a low groan resounding in him as he gritted his teeth to control the urge to roll up against him. "-- Jesus, Scotty. You're --- you're fucking tight."
Scott: Scott's heart rate had accelerated, the sounds falling from Stiles' lips just working him up even more. He inhaled sharply at Stiles' words, his hands moving to run over the druid's chest. He pressed the rest of the way onto Stiles' length, pausing for a moment to get used to the burn as he looked down at his boyfriend, already looking absolutely wrecked.
Stiles: He went to speak, but his voice got choked in his throat as he felt Scott bottom out on him, moaning as he screwed his eyes shut to refrain from arching off the bed. Slowly, he fluttered open hooded lashes to look up at him, "-- god. You look fucking gorgeous. Fuck -- you're gonna --" he let out another soft noise, smoothing both hands over Scott's abdomen. "Move when you're ready."
Scott: Scott felt his cheeks color slightly at his boyfriend's words, one of his hands moving to rest over top of Stiles' injured one that was smoothing his chest for a moment. He shifted slightly, mouth falling open in a silent gasp as he decided that he was ready, and he slowly started to move.
Stiles: He smiled softly at the other as he took his hand -- but the soft moment was gone the moment that Scott was moving. It was a whole new experience for him; gasping around the sensation as he thrust his hips up against the other.
Scott: A choked moan fell from Scott's lips as Stiles thrust his hips up, and he ground down to meet the thrust, one hand grasping desperately at the bedsheets for purchase. He breathed his boyfriend's name, the rush of new sensations nearly overwhelming.
Stiles: "G..- God," Stiles choked out, meeting Scott's grinding with rolls of his own hips. It was messy and lacked rhythm, all eager and desperate as one hand moved to grip at his hips. "-- you feel --- so good," he managed, voice drawn hoarse. "Fuck."
Scott: Scott continued to rock himself onto Stiles' length, his movements becoming more clumsy as well as he met his boyfriend's grinds. He leaned back slightly, angling his hips, his fingertips brushing against Stiles' abdomen.
Stiles: Stiles had never imagined -- and jesus, Scott felt amazing around him. He had been content having Scott always been on the receiving end -- never minded. Still didn't -- .. but the sensation of Scott's warmth wrapped so tightly around him, Stiles felt like he was going to lose his mind. As Scott leaned back and the angle changed, a strangled noise left Stiles' throat and he bucked up harshly against the other. He knew that he wasn't going to last long, so the fingers of his uninjured hand wrapped loosely around Scott's length to try and jack him off in time to their uncoordinated thrusts.
Scott: Doing this had been a spur of the moment decision, but it was one that Scott was glad he had suggested-- he'd never imagined that this might feel so good. Then Stiles was bucking up hard, and a strangled noise fell from Scott's lips this time as he hit his prostate, blunt fingernails digging into the skin against his boyfriend's abdomen. When Stiles' hand wrapped around his length, he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer.
Stiles: His free hand, his injured hand, moved to grab at Scott's wrist -- tugging at him, "C ... - C'm'here...-" he managed, words slightly slurred and deep ; amber hues darkened and pupils blown wide. He waited for Scott to relent, hand moving from his wrist to the side of his neck ; smoothing his remaining fingers over the skin there before he was kissing him. It was harsh, and messy -- teeth colliding with Scott's, tugging at his lower lip and -- at moments -- merely just panting hot and heavy against his lips. Uninhibited whimpers rose out of his throat, continuing to stroke Scott -- even as it grew extremely uncoordinated and the draw of his hips grew more harsh and hard. " S .... Scott .." he warned him, his chest colored a bright red, warning the alpha that if he didn't want him to come inside of him .. --
Scott: Scott inhaled sharply as he felt fingers wrapping around his wrist, and he moved willingly, sighing against Stiles' lips as they kissed. He moaned into his boyfriend's mouth, their kisses rough and messy and perfect. "Stiles, fuck," he whimpered, one hand gripping at the emissary's hip while the other moved to thread through his hair. He ignored Stiles' warning, instead grinding down harder against him, his mouth falling open as waves of pleasure consumed him.
Stiles: By this point, they were more or less panting into each other -- the room hot, the scent of sex filling it; even to his human nose. His chest stuttered when Scott ignored his warning, groaning loudly as his chin fell back. His hand faltered where he was attempting to jack Scott off -- hips canting and jerking hard inside of Scott before his stomach seized. He was ducking his head down, biting into Scott's shoulder so he didn't call too much attention to their room as he hit his peak ; pulsing inside of the other as he whimpered desperately against Scott's skin.
Scott: Scott's hand joined Stiles' around his length when he felt the other boy falter, his eyes squeezing shut as his boyfriend's hips canted harder into him. The hand still threaded through Stiles' hair gripped harder as the other hit his peak, and he stroked himself a few more times before he was there too, making a mess across Stiles' abdomen. His hand fell away from his cock, eyes still closed as he instead wrapped the arm around Stiles' waist, moving to pepper gentle kisses along his neck.
Stiles: Stiles' breath was loud and heavy as he worked himself through his orgasm with a few sharp rolls of his hips into Scott until he felt himself beginning to grow lax inside of him -- his chest still heaving hard as he at least managed to slowly ease himself out of Scott and shift himself around so that Scott was merely resting on top of him, whining softly as his soft, over-stimulated cock brushed against Scott's thigh. Both hands -- injured one still trembling slightly -- came up to cradle the back of Scott's head and card both fingers through the werewolf's hair, tipping his chin back in a sign of submission to the alpha as he kissed at his neck. " -- god, I love you," he whispered, voice hoarse and dry.
Scott: Scott allowed Stiles to ease himself out of him, another soft whimper falling from his lips at the loss, and he used his forearms to support his weight as he lay overtop of the other. A warm smile came to his face at Stiles' words, and he trailed kisses up his boyfriend's jaw, finally landing on his lips. "I love you too, Stiles," he breathed, pulling back just slightly to gaze down at the emissary. "I love you so much."
“ So – … are we just going to continue to sit around? I mean, we’re safe and all. But ; for how long? We still have hunters out there looking for us. Not to mention a coven with a vendetta against us. Sitting around just feels … stagnant . “
When Scott’s eyes drifted away fleetingly, he let out a small breath and scooted closer to him – reaching out gingerly with his shaky, injured hand to wrap his fingers around Scott’s hand. “ – I love you,” he breathed in returned, thinning his lips for a moment.
“We could start by trying to figure out how the nogistune got here - “ he started, voice slightly strained at the topic of the void ;; fingers subconsciously tightening. “It was buried under the nemeton – he couldn’t have gotten here, back to me, alone.”
“I mean…I think that we both know that Jennifer knew more about the nemeton than the hunters ever could, but I guess that’s not proof that she did it.” Scott frowned deeply, still furious that the coven or whoever it had been had been able to hurt Stiles again through way of the nogitsune.
Stiles let out a long breath and scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck -- “Jennifer and the coven bringing it here is the only thing that makes sense to me.”
The emissary let out a long breath before his tongue darted out to moisten his bottom lip. He knew that the alpha was worried about him – he knew. And he appreciated the worry ; but they had so much more than himself to worry about. “I’m okay, Scott. I’m … – It’s getting there. I’m getting there. The medicine is helping some – and you… – you being here ; you’re amazing. You don’t have to worry so much, I promise.”
“Sorry. I can’t exactly help it,” Scott said softly, his eyes drifting away from Stiles for a moment before he looked back at him. “I love you. I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t even know which group to focus on though. We haven’t really seen or heard anything about the hunters since we’ve transferred camps.”
When Scott’s eyes drifted away fleetingly, he let out a small breath and scooted closer to him -- reaching out gingerly with his shaky, injured hand to wrap his fingers around Scott’s hand. “ -- I love you,” he breathed in returned, thinning his lips for a moment.
“We could start by trying to figure out how the nogistune got here - “ he started, voice slightly strained at the topic of the void ;; fingers subconsciously tightening. “It was buried under the nemeton -- he couldn’t have gotten here, back to me, alone.”
“ So – … are we just going to continue to sit around? I mean, we’re safe and all. But ; for how long? We still have hunters out there looking for us. Not to mention a coven with a vendetta against us. Sitting around just feels … stagnant . “
“No, we shouldn’t, I just…” Scott trailed off, unable to come up with anything that didn’t sound completely selfish. He knew that they still had bigger problems to worry about, that they weren’t by any means safe forever. Still, ever since that night that he’d found Stiles on the roof, he’d been more concerned with his boyfriend than anything else.
The emissary let out a long breath before his tongue darted out to moisten his bottom lip. He knew that the alpha was worried about him -- he knew. And he appreciated the worry ; but they had so much more than himself to worry about. “I’m okay, Scott. I’m ... -- It’s getting there. I’m getting there. The medicine is helping some -- and you... -- you being here ; you’re amazing. You don’t have to worry so much, I promise.”
“ So -- ... are we just going to continue to sit around? I mean, we’re safe and all. But ; for how long? We still have hunters out there looking for us. Not to mention a coven with a vendetta against us. Sitting around just feels ... stagnant . “
“ – I don’t know,” he admitted softly, chewing down on his bottom lip before moving to toy with the ratted edges of the bandage around his hand. “ … I’m still relearning what I want out of … anything.”
Allison nodded, crossing her legs and leaning forwards to gently stop him from messing up his bandage. “It’s okay.” She smiled.
Stiles’ hand grew idle when he felt the gentle touch of the other against his fingers -- letting out a breath before he pulled his gaze up to meet hers. His lips thinned into a frail, weak smile before it was gone. “It’s not. Not really -- not yet, anyway. But, it’s getting there.”
“ – at least we’re safer than we’ve been in a while. We have – we have water. And lights. If we leave here, we won’t have that.”
Allison looked over at him, “Do you want to leave here?” She hadn’t considered that he might want to leave. She hadn’t considered wanting to leave until Christmas, terrified of the unexplained good deeds happening around them.
“ -- I don’t know,” he admitted softly, chewing down on his bottom lip before moving to toy with the ratted edges of the bandage around his hand. “ ... I’m still relearning what I want out of ... anything.”
The emissary fell quiet for a moment, letting out a breath. “ .. yeah, I suppose you wouldn’t, would you? Sorry.”
“No, it’s alright mate.” In all honesty, Tomos had spent a lot of his life breezing through. There were several moments where the time seemed to slow, but this was only one of many.
Stuart blinked again, wiping the moisture from his own eyes before he was moving back slightly to give Stiles some space. “Sorry, I–” he started, running a hand through his hair and clearing his throat. “I really did just come here to thank you.” He’d never meant for this conversation to become so emotional–he’d had too many of those today already.
A chuckle fell from him, low and soft, despite himself as he shook his head. “ -- you don’t need to apologize. It’s okay -- .. thanks received,” he told him with a small, warm quirk of his lips.
Stuart was still momentarily distracted in his thoughts, blinking back at Stiles when he felt his eyes on him. He couldn’t bring himself to smile, but he nodded at Stiles’ words, however unlikely they might be. Even if they were both careful, Stuart knew that there was still always the possibility that one of them could be killed at any point. “Love you,” he whispered back.
A low breath fell from his lips -- ducking his eyes down briefly before he was looking back to the other. “ -- love you, too,” he told him softly, sniffling a bit before removing his hand from his shoulder to swipe at his cheeks.
Stuart’s eyes fell closed as well, and he just nodded. He had so many more questions about the extent of the bond between them, but he closed his mouth as he realized that he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answers. He was pretty sure that he had felt the pain when Stiles’ fingers had broken, but he’d been too distracted by his own blistering skin and inability to catch his breath when that had happened to give it much thought. Had Stiles been able to feel everything that Stuart had felt when he was being strangled–the desperation to escape, the helplessness that had rushed through him, the pain he’d felt as his windpipe had slowly been crushed and he’d fought for air?
The answer to Stuart’s unasked question was yes -- but Stiles wasn’t about to offer up a response to something he would feel better off without Stuart knowing for sure. He sucked in a harsh breath -- pulling back just enough to look at his brother and giving him a weak and watery smile ;; at this point, ignoring the salt water that rolled down his cheek and off his jawline. “ -- we’re gonna be okay, Dymek...” he whispered, his voice barely above audible tones. A rare murmur of his brother’s name as he gave his shoulder a squeeze.
Stuart felt the tears against his shoulder, and he inhaled sharply, attempting to quell his own tears as he clutched Stiles tighter. “Good,” he breathed, pausing a moment as another thought came to his head. “Did you…I mean, was that the reason you were so insistent that Cora talked to me? Because you could feel my pain too?” he asked, his voice wobbling slightly.
The teenager fell quiet for a long moment before a small breath left his chest -- “ yes, “ he whispered, closing his eyes and keeping his face hidden in Stuart’s shoulder. “ .. I knew how much you were hurting. I didn’t want you to hurt anymore.”
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