IN WHCH Damien Lewis gets turned back into a human with Malia Tate and gets sent to Eichen House where they meet Stiles Stilinski. The boy that teaches Damien about the way of life.
He never expected to fall for him. He never expected to fall for M...
Book: In The Name Of Love, Teen Wolf Chapter 2: Down In The Basement Word Count: 2353
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They made their way into the basement. Stiles was overcome with fear as he clenched his fists. His mind went back to Damien and how much he wanted to be back in his arms.
"Do you know what you're looking for?" Malia asked.
Damien glanced around, goose bumps appearing on his arms. It was dark, cold and dusty. Not a place he would like to stay for too long.
"Something to do with that." He pointed towards a wall that held a backwards 5.
"What does it mean?" Damien asked.
"Self." Was all he said as they walked over to it. Malia ran her hand over the symbol.
"Maybe you should tell us more."
Stiles looked down. "You might not like me if you know any more."
Like he was treating Stiles as he would Malia, he put his chin on Stiles shoulder. It was an instinct and though Stiles looked shocked he didn't make a move to push him away.
"Try to remember that I'm a werecoyote who murdered her own family. I won't judge. Neither will he. I promise."
Stiles glanced at Damien who was already looking at him. "I promise to."
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Damien sat on the lounge, looking from a box of papers Stiles had handed him.
"This place definitely used to be a lot more fun. Electroshock, ice baths. Trepanation?" Malia read off her own paper.
"That's what Oliver was talking about. Trepanation is when they drill into your head." Stiles explained.
"No wonder they don't want anyone down here."
Damien tilted his head to the side as he read over one of the pages of useless information. Stiles sighed and chucked his pile in frustration. "There's nothing here." He turned to Malia and Damien. "Could you do me a favour? Could you just check the lines on my back? Just tell me if they're fading."
He turned around and lifted the back of his shirt to reveal barely there scars. "Yeah, they're almost gone."
"I'm guessing that's bad." Malia said after a moment of silence.
One of Damien's fingertips touched Stiles back, making the other boy jump. Damien quickly pulled his hand back. "Sorry. Like Malia said, we're always cold."
Stiles turned back, his eyes growing soft. "That's okay. Here." Surprisingly, he grabbed Damien's hand and held it between his own. "Boy, you really are."
Damien felt his hand tingle from the touch, a feeling he usually only got from Malia, which confused him. He turned to said girl, seeing her looking at their interlocked hands with curious eyes. She reached forward and put one of her hands on top. Stiles didn't seem to mind the extra warmth.
