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Deaton stood there with a map pinned to the wall, concentric circles drawn on the clear overlay, the epicentre being a few towns over, and different information filling in each progressing circle.
“Someone summoned a Demon in Reno, and we’re all being affected.”
Looking at the assembled group, Kira and Scott looked the most baffled of anyone there. Stiles and Derek were leaning against the wall, consciously trying to not make eye contact with each other, waves of annoyance and frustration pouring from them in such a way it was impossible to not notice. Lydia merely took notes while Jordan and the Sheriff went through reports to see if anything usual had come up in the last day or so.
“The situation is on it’s way to resolution, but for the next day or so…things may be a bit unusual.”
“Unusual how?” Derek pushed away from the wall, his usually grim demeanour even more so.
“Song and Dance.”
Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing.
“Come again.”
Deaton sighed.
“There is a Demon who, when in close proximity makes you sing your deepest secrets to original song. Occasionally there is choreographed dance, but not often. Given how far we are from the epicentre, don’t be too surprised if you start breaking out into current music hits. Too far away for original content. Not far enough to escape from the overwhelming urge to sing.”
The conversation petered out over the next half hour, all participants retreating to their individual corners for the evening. There were many people who were not particularly thrilled with the prospect of singing, Lydia particularly concerned if she should feel the urge to sing opera.
The silence in the Camaro was almost deafening as Derek drove himself and Stiles back to their Loft. Really, it was his, and Stiles hadn’t officially moved in, but they spent the majority of their time their. The only thing keeping him from moving in was…actually Derek.
Getting out of the car and heading upstairs, Stiles had his key out, not even waiting for Derek to catch up with his arms full of groceries. Slamming the elevator door closed, he turned the key and hit the button to head up to the top floor. His mind was whirling, trying to formulate a way of addressing the argument they’d already had.
Hearing the door slam behind him, and the annoyed grunt of the wolf, Stiles spun on his heel. Walking across the space to where Derek stood, setting the groceries down, Stiles stabbed him in the chest with his finger.
“Screw fear, it's contagious
Infecting everything”
Derek threw his arms wide open and replied.
“It makes me do such stupid, stupid stuff
I say things I never mean
What exactly do I think?
Who am I protecting?
If I fall it'll blow up in my face”
Stiles rolled his eyes and flicked the tip of Derek’s nose.
“That's just crazy”
Derek turned away from Stiles, clenching his jaw and closing his eyes. Stiles reached out and forced Derek to look at him. In an insistent voice, he pressed on.
“I'm delicate, I'm sensitive
Please try to be more careful
You're mean, you're a lunatic
Let's try to make this fun again”
Derek broke away from Stiles and tried to circle around the loft.
Stiles called out after him.
“It's only love, give it away”
Derek echoed.
“It's only love…”
Stiles pressed forward.
“You'll probably get it back again”
Derek whispered to himself.
“It's only love”
Long legs carrying him across to the massive floor to ceiling window that let in the light of the nearly full moon, Derek was rooted to the spot. Wrapping his arms around Derek, Stiles slid his hands up the back of Derek’s head, pulling the hair in the way he knew his boyfriend liked. Nuzzling into Derek’s neck, he sang out.
“It's simple, it's a silly thing
Throw it away like a boomerang
I wish we all could lighten up
It's only love, not a time bomb”
Pressing a kiss to Stiles’ lips, Derek opened his eyes, tears glistening in the corners, threatening to spill. His voice fell from him with a tremor of fear.
“I'm tired from last nights fight
I wish I hadn't started it
I hate when my fear speaks for me
It makes me nasty”
Taking a step back, Derek let the tears fall, and he fixed his eyes on Stiles’, looking less a predator, and more a lost puppy. Singing on, he continued.
“I thought we could start again
Go back to the days when we felt like friends
It's all too serious for me
And I know I'm guilty”
Derek’s eyes flared blue. The crux of their argument had been that Derek was too dangerous for Stiles to be around all the time, and living together would make him an extreme target.
“Matchsticks and poison
That's what I add to the fire
My dear, I'm frozen
Turned from a saint to a liar”
Derek turned to walk away, moving to the kitchen, to get some space and get away. Stiles warmth called to him on a primal level, and he couldn’t give himself that luxury. Everyone he loved ended up dead. From across the loft, he heard Stiles’ call.
”It's only love, give it away”
Derek responded weakly.
“It's only love”
Stiles called to him again.
“You'll probably get it back again”
Derek’s words were barely a whisper.
“It's only love”
Stiles crossed the gap to Derek again, in utter silence.
“It's simple, it's a silly thing
Throw it away like a boomerang
I wish we all could lighten up
It's only love not a time bomb”
Taking Derek by the hand, Stiles walked backwards into the living room, once again bathed in silver moon light. Derek could never take his eyes off the milky skin of his lover when the moon was nearing full. Taking Derek’s hands, and resting his cheek on them, Stiles closed his eyes, letting his own tears dampen Derek’s knuckles.
“I don't want to be precious
I don't want to feel stress
Life is for the living, ”
Derek interrupted.
“But not a living hell”
Stiles eyes hardened, and he squared his shoulders. Placing one of Derek’s hands around his throat he sang out.
“So take it
Take this
Oh, you can have all of me”
Placing Derek’s other hand above his heart.
“Take it
Take this
Here, you can have everything”
Derek dropped his hands. Stiles pulled his shirt open, showing the various scars that crossed his chest from years of fighting the things that go bump in the night. The silver light of the moon made them stand out, impossible to ignore. Some, he’d received rescuing Derek.
“I don't want to be flawless
When I go I want the cuts to show”
Pulling Derek closer, he held Derek’s soft hand to the space above his heart, and pinned it there with his own hand. Tears streaming down his cheeks.
“So take it
Take this
Oh, you can have all of me
Break it
Take it”
Derek wrapped his other arm around Stiles, silencing him with a fiery kiss. Holding a temporarily muted Stiles, Derek merely said, rather than sung.
“Oh, fuck it, have everything.”
Smiling at the dumbfounded look on Stiles face, he kissed the tip of his nose.
“It's only love, give it away”
Stiles nuzzled in closer, and whispered against Derek’s chest.
“It's only love
Derek gently ran his fingertips down Stiles spine, causing gooseflesh to pucker.
“You'll probably get it back again”
Stiles responded in a low and throaty voice.
“It's only love”
Derek kissed Stiles more soundly.
“It's simple, it's a silly thing
Throw it away like a boomerang
I wish we all could lighten up
It's only love not a time bomb”
Stiles tugged at the hem of Derek’s shirt.
“It's only love”
Derek pulled his shirt off and pulled Stiles closer to him, so they could feel each other’s hearts beat.
“It's only love”
Looking into each other’s eyes, they sang together.
“It's simple, it's a silly thing
Throw it away like a boomerang
I wish we all could lighten up
It's only love not a time bomb”