Sterek Stories - A Collection - I

Summoning a demon - part 3

Hospitality

On his third visit, the demon starts to educate the human in hospitality. If he is having guests over, demon or not, he should at least offer them a place to sit and a drink. Stiles doesn't object to that, instead he colours a rich shade of red and then gestures to the desk chair just outside the summoning circle. Of course, De'rek can't reach that. And Stiles is too much of a chicken to push the chair in, afraid of what will happen if he gets within reach of his demon visitor. De'rek rolls his eyes at that. If he'd wanted to harm Stiles he would have already. The human doesn't budge for that argument and Derek remains standing in the middle of the circle for a few awkward minutes until he can return to his own world.

However, when he is summoned today, the desk chair sits in the middle of the circle. De'rek happened to be standing when he was summoned and he is still standing, albeit now on the wobbly seat of Stiles' chair. Stiles slaps a hand over his nose and mouth to hold back on his laughter, though he isn't very successful.
The demon just stares at him impassively, until the laughing fit is over. Then he graciously steps down from the chair, careful to stay inside the confines of the circle. He doesn't need to scorch his jacket. He carefully sits down in the chair, pleased to find it is adjustable.

"I made you a drink too," Stiles says, eyes still wet from laughing so hard, and he gestures to somewhere by De'rek's feet. The demon leans down to pick up the stainless steel travel mug that smells vaguely of coffee.
"Or, well, the coffee maker at our floor sprung a fuse, so I had to get downstairs to the coffee machine down in the main hall, but you know, if it can get students through midterm, it will surely be okay to drink for a -"

De'rek holds up a hand to make Stiles stop rambling. It's only when the human has pressed his lips tightly together to show he will not say anything, that De'rek takes a sip of the provided drink. It's... Well, some would say it's the thought that counts. Not De'rek though.

There's a knock on the door and he pointedly looks at Stiles to open it. The boy does, more out of confusion than obedience.
"Come on, man!" Isaac starts as soon as the door is opened for him. "You couldn't wait until I was out of the shower? I didn't even have time to grab a towel."
The young man on the doorstep is dressed haphazardly in a green barista's apron, his curls drip with water and in his hand is a take away cup of coffee. He steps around Stiles and takes the two paces it takes to reach the summoning circle. He doesn't hand over the coffee yet, though. "You were lucky the coffee shop is closed right now. It would've raised a lot of eyebrows if I showed up at work -"

"Naked," Stiles says from his spot back at the door. "You're naked."

"Ding ding ding!" Isaac crows with a heavy dose of sarcasm as he turns around to the room's main resident. The apron leaves his backside bare. "We've got a winner here!"

"Isaac." De'rek's command makes him turn to him again. Another pointed look makes the young man hand him his coffee. The demon takes it and lifts the lid to get a whiff of the delicious aroma. He hums contentedly, ignoring Stiles' flabbergasted look.

Isaac uses the short moment in which De'rek's attention isn't on him to look around. He cranes his neck at the photographs that are hanging at the edge of the bookshelf above Stiles' bed. "Is that Scott? Are you friends with McCall?" he asks, sounding suddenly a lot more enthused. "Wait, are you Stiles?"

"Goodbye, Isaac," De'rek says, cutting the young man's line of questioning off by sending him back to where he came from with an audible click. It always sounds rather like a lock that clicks in place, which is fitting, if you ask De'rek. He just closed a portal after all.

"Where did he go?" Stiles asks bewilderedly. "Who was that? Is he another demon? What was he doing here?"

"Bringing me coffee," De'rek answers, in a more lenient mood now he has his fix of freshly grounded beans in his hand. He sits back in the desk chair Stiles provided for him, swiveling gently from side to side. "That instant stuff you call coffee is atrocious."