Psycho Loving [Teen Wolf/Sterek]

Part 9

         ⋉ The Nogitsune ⋊

Derek's camaro smelled like leather, cologne and stale blood. The Nogitsune managed to behave himself for the better part of the ride back. It was actually enjoyable in a way- silent except the incessant worry and pain flooding from the drivers seat, felt by only him. He stayed sprawled in the back, drinking it in. In the back of his mind, a comparison to waking up to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon fluttered, something left over from Stiles. Something that spurred him to kick his plan into gear, to not wait to arrive at the werewolfs loft. Wanting to do something to shut the boy up, to finish what he started quickly.

 "Derek," He murmured sleepy, like he'd just been lulled from sleep. The demon's heart beat was even, catching only slightly with his breath to give the illusion of waking up. The slight stutter was mirrored by the man in front. Apparently, this teenage boy could make Derek's heart jump in ways even the bear trap didn't, much to the delight of the Nogitsune.

"You awake?"

The demon popped up and leaned forward on the center console, nearly pressing his cheek to Derek's shoulder. His leather jacket fell to the floor, thudding slightly from the cell phone in the pocket. Neither male cared. His eyes roamed the dashboard, flipping through Stiles's memories for a brief second.

 "Didn't you have a Toyota before you left?"

 "I gave it to Cora. You didn't really think I'd give up my camaro did you?"

 "It seemed like you gave up a lot of things I never thought you would."

 Derek pulled his car into one of the parking spots in front of his grungy apartment building, turning the key. It was dead silent save both their heart beats, which the Nogitsune could clearly hear.

 "Stiles..."

"You didn't even say goodbye. I know you had to go but... I had to hear from Scott? Really Derek?"

 "I didn't think anyone would care." Derek breathed, turning his head slightly, probably to talk directly to Stiles' face but ending up frozen only a few inches apart. The Nogitsune blinked his hosts long eyelashes shyly, embodying Stiles so perfectly that even he was surprised.

 "I cared." He said quietly. It was like fists were banging on the inside of his head. Stiles was throwing a fit, a bigger tantrum than before, trying to gain control again, trying to freeze his body. All protest was in vain- the Nogitsune owned his body now, and despite the annoyance of the teenage boy who obviously disliked what he was seeing, he was not giving it up.

 Derek's face had gained some color, his eyes narrowed and calculating but eyebrows quirked up in a way that made him look worried. The demon darted out his tongue, wetting pink, plump lips and noticed the way Derek's eyes flickered down to them. This was beyond easy.

 "I care..." He whispered, leaning in, watching Derek's eyes fall half closed. Their lips barely brushed each other, lighter than the touch of a ghost, when the Nogitsune staged an accident. He feigned his hand slipping off the center console, tumbling forward into the dashboard. Stiles' cheek and shoulder collided hard with the radio before the werewolf reacted, bracing the so-called human by the waist and pushing him back away from the dash. The demon let his hosts face flood dark red with a blush, a stupid human reaction that he deemed the cherry on top of the moment.

 "Sorry! Sorry, I-I need to sleep I'm really tired and I get, um, weird? Yeah, when I'm tired, I'm just gonna-" He pointed at the car door, then stumbled out of it, closing it to break eye contact from the incredulous look Derek was sporting.

Perfect. A thousand new emotions were filling the cool night air- and filling him with a ravenous hunger. How much longer would he draw this out? Derek was already like a fine wine- better with time. He already had such a traumatized history, and towed around so much emotional baggage, that his soul was in constant disarray. Anything new was unnecessary, but fun, and added some spices to the dish.