Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-26 21:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, scott mccall, stiles stilinski |
Who: Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski
Where: Scott’s Apt
When: 1/25
What: Werewolf control.
Status: Complete
Warnings:
Even though Scott had been freaking out during their last net convo, Stiles didn’t want Scott to hide from him during the full moon. It was stupid and Stiles was going to make sure that Scott never felt the need to hide from him. So, he figured that today they could work on taming that wild animal inside of him. How? Well, he really had no idea. But he would figure something out. Once he parked the Jeep, he made his way up to Scott’s apartment and started to knock on the door. And he would keep on knocking until Scott answered. * The Full Moon/Blood Moon weirdness had thrown Scott for a serious loop and he really had no way of putting it into context. That his night had been jarred with dreams that bolstered every fear he could possibly put his finger on didn’t help. Also, who the fuck dreamt about dreaming? Him, apparently, which didn’t help his current sense of mental insecurity. Scott heard the door knocking and for a moment wondered whether it was in Orange County or in Beacon Hills. Either way it was likely as not Stiles. He still didn’t know how he felt about being around him during Full Moons but he doubted Stiles was going to allow him to hole up without him any time soon. He shoved himself out of bed and tried to brush away the flood of memories that had assaulted him, which was easier said than done. “Are you trying to knock down the door?” Scott asked as he finally pulled open the flat door and walked back into the room, running his hand through his tousled hair. “Also, hi,” he said and flashed Stiles a small smile of apology. One way or another it had been quite the night! * Stiles was starting to wonder if Scott was even home. Maybe he should have called or texted before showing up unannounced. Oh well, too late. He kept knocking until finally Scott answered the door. “Yes,” he simply replied before walking in and shutting the door behind himself. “Hi,” he said as he looked Scott over. Now it made sense why it took Scott forever to answer the door. He was asleep. “Did I wake Sleeping Beauty? I’m shocked you were still in bed. And what’s with the blah look on your face?” * “You know that key I got you cut?” Scott said with a small smile, “you’re allowed to use it,” though he figured Stiles preferred the tried and tested method of getting him out of bed. How did he manage to look so bright and breezy after everything that they’d been through on the Blood Moon? Like, seriously? “Dreams apparently don’t respect time or commitments,” Scott said with a long, low sigh. Shit, his ribs still hurt from the beating Derek had given him, though he doubted the marks were still there. “It was a lot,” he said moving towards Stiles and tugging him into a tight hug, “and the blah has nothing to do with you. Just, you know, the dreams,” he said gently. * “Yeah, I know,” Stiles told him. “But I already had my keys in my pocket and I didn’t feel like dragging them out…” And he had too much fun banging on the door, but he left that part out. “I’ll try to remember to use it the next time I come over here.” Or he would just bang on the door again. Who knew. “Ah, you got hit with dreams? Sorry.” Dreams sucked. He had gotten enough of them to know that they weren’t always fun. “Do you want to talk about it?” It was only fair. Scott listened to him when he had his dreams. Now it was his turn to listen to Scott. If he wanted to share, that is. “Okay good.” He hugged back when he was hugged and kind of wished Scott wasn’t hugging him so hard. He was still kind of sore from the other night. * “Right, cause that’s such a damn effort,” Scott answered with a small smile at his boyfriend. He knew how he worked and why would he use the keys when he could create a proper entrance? “Give it some thought, huh?” he told Stiles with a shake of his head. Scott didn’t need to answer that question, he just met Stiles’ eyes and that told him all he needed to know. “I don’t know what to say about it all,” he said as he stepped back towards his sofa and slumped back down. “I was dreaming about killing Allison and then we were doing the whole lacrosse-thing and I had a fight with Derek,” which was the short version. He figured Stiles was so far ahead of him in the dreams that he’d know what he was talking about, if he was making sense, anyway. “Derek really hits hard,” he said with a wince, “even in dreams. So,” Scott looked up, “I’m not feeling too confident in the whole wolf-training right now,” he told him with a frown. * “It really is.” Stiles dramatically sighed. “Um, yeah, maybe.” Nope, there would be no thinking about it. He liked driving Scott nuts with stupid shit like pounding on the door until he had to drag his ass out of bed to answer it. “Say whatever you want to say about it,” he told him as he sat down on the couch. As Scott shared what he had dreamt about, Stiles listened. Yeah, Scott still wasn’t very far in his dreams. Not like himself or Lydia who were both pretty far into their dream lives. “Well, don’t give up. You’re still learning both in the dreams and here.” He reached over and flicked Scott’s ear. “Now stop pouting.” * That drama-queen sigh brought a smile to Scott’s face the way nothing else could. “You just like torturing me, that’s what it is,” he said with a shake of his head. Fine, so be it, he could take about as much as Stiles could dish out. “You’re never gonna use your key, are you?” he asked with a soft chuckle. He should have known. “Honestly I don’t know what to say,” Scott replied, giving his hair a scratch and displaying his cluelessness for all to see. “First I’m scared I’m gonna hurt you and then I’m dreaming I’m killing Allison,” he said as he looked at Stiles with sad eyes. “It’s like she was taking your place in the dream and everything I was freaking out about happened,” and then Scott had woken up and more madness had followed. “The lack of control scares the shit out of me,” he said, despite Stiles’ assurance. “Hey! Don’t flick the wild animal’s ear, dork,” Scott told him with a shake of his head, “do you have no regard for your own safety?” * “That is a possibility,” Stiles said with a huge smile. It wasn’t like Scott was wrong. He did like torturing him and all of his other friends. “Never say never.” He would use the key at some point. He did have it. He might as well use it. Just when he didn’t feel like bugging Scott. “Well, I’m fine, as you can see, and since I’ve dreamed a lot more than you, Allison is fine as well.” He was kind of hoping that would push this fear that Scott has away, but it was Scott. He held onto things far too tightly even though he shouldn’t. “I know it does. That’s why I want to help you gain control over it. As long as we do it together, I’m sure it’ll all be fine in the end.” He shook his head and flicked Scott’s ear again. “Nope.” And for good measure, he did it again. “What are you gonna do about it?” * A possibility? Make that a fucking guarantee, given the way Stiles was smiling at him! “So you’re basically saying that you’ll use the key when my downstairs neighbour reports foul goo coming through the ceiling and someone needs to make sure I’m not dead,” Scott replied with his eyebrows raised. “Good to know you’ll be there to see me at my best,” he teased back. Scott gave his boyfriend a look that didn’t quite believe everything he was saying right now. Stiles might well be ahead of him dream-wise, but that didn’t mean he’d seen everything he had. It also didn’t mean he was ‘safe’ to be around. “Derek was an asshole,” Scott said with a frown, “but even he said I shouldn’t be on the lacrosse team because I couldn’t control my heartrate, didn’t he?” and if he shouldn’t be playing sports there were a few other things he probably shouldn’t be doing too. “Alright, so we get control and fast,” Scott agreed, “and the flicking? Not helping!” he said with a shake of his head. “You’re not bruised up enough, you want more wrestling?” * Stiles tapped on his chin and looked up at the ceiling as if he had to think about his answer to this question. “Yes, that’s exactly when I’ll use the key,” he finally replied. “I’m always there during your best and worst.” He hated that look. He wished Scott would stop giving it to him. “Was? He really hasn’t changed.” And he had this feeling that he wasn’t going to anytime soon. That is if he appeared in any other dreams. “Yeah, but we worked that out. Remember I told you what dream me did.” He really wished Scott would catch up to him. It would make things so much easier. Maybe. He had hoped so. “I know it’s not,” he said as he flicked him again. “That’s the point.” He shrugged. “If getting a few more scratches and bruises means I’m helping you get control, so be it.” He flicked Scott again except this time instead of his ear, he flicked his nose. * “That’s what I thought,” Scott pulled Stiles into a gentle kiss. “Yes you are and consider that my apology for my rotting corpse, right there,” he told him with a grin. He wondered if Stiles would even realise if he switched the key for someone else's, just so he didn’t have to see him quite at his worst, but knowing his boyfriend he’d figure it out. Stiles gave him a weird look and wondered what he was thinking, though he figured it was probably related to the whole werewolf thing. He took a breath and said, “in my dreams I told you everything that happened to me, so you can be sure I’d do the same here,” Scott told him. “Now it’s your turn to quit pouting,” he said with a small smile. “Okay, Derek is an asshole,” Stiles was going to get no argument from Scott on that front. “Still can’t believe he beat the shit out of me,” Scott muttered, though if he was fair he’d had it coming. “I just wish I understood what he meant by being a beta,” and he didn’t mean in general, he meant specifics. Like if an alpha made him, would he have to hurt someone? Would he? “Hey, I didn’t just remember what dream-you did, I was kinda there!” Scott replied with a shake of his head, “and so were my balls, while we’re on the subject.” So they were going to have to take the control thing back to basics, he figured that was Stiles’ point. “Why do I think helping me get control is just an excuse for you flicking me?” he asked as Stiles flicked his nose. “Damnit,” he pulled him against him and pinned his arms to his side, “don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Scott said as he blew farts on his neck. * “Apology accepted.” He pulled Scott in for another kiss. “Who is pouting? I’m not pouting. I think you’re seeing things. I think you need to get those werewolf eyes checked,” he teased. “There you go. You got it right this time.” Of course there was the question of, is the Derek that’s here an asshole too? He couldn’t tell just yet. “Only because he’s been a wolf longer than you. That’s the only reason.” He shrugged. “Does it matter? You kinda do your own thing anyway.” “Well, yeah, but you didn’t dream that yet. Did you? The whole stealing Coach’s phone so I could keep an eye on your heart rate and the keying of the truck and blaming you…” Stiles smiled innocently. “I don’t know why would ever think that,” he said adding another flick. “You like it.” Was all he got to say before he was pulled closed and pinned. “Stop that! How is that helping at all!?” He was wiggling around, trying to get Scott to let go. He needed to think of a way to bring out the wolf. Well, just because his arms were pinned, didn’t mean he couldn’t use another part of his body. “I would like to say sorry before I do what I’m about to do.” He didn’t wait for Scott to say anything. He didn’t want Scott to stop him. So, he lifted up his foot and then slammed it down on top of Scott’s. That should piss him off enough to get wolfy or it’ll just piss him off. He wasn’t sure which one it was but he was about to find out. * Scott looked a little skeptical at Stiles as he claimed not to be pouting. He surely looked like something was up and if he wasn’t pouting it was something. More to the point it was something he wasn’t saying. “You think that’s really the only reason?” Scott asked with a frown, wondering if one day he’d get to kick Derek’s ass the same way he’d been beaten. “True, I guess. I mean, I don’t see me doing anything I don’t agree with either here or there,” he agreed with Stiles, though what if some Alpha came along and forced the issue? “I know it’s coming and I’m not looking forward to waking up after that lacrosse session,” Scott answered with a soft laugh. “Good job I have the healing thing going for me or you’d be hands-off for a good while to come,” he warned, knowing how to hit Stiles where it hurt just as much as Stiles got to Scott. “It might not be helping the control, but it’s sure as shit stopping the flicking!” he answered keeping Stiles’ arms pinned where they were. He looked a little confused when he started to apologise, though. Scott’s foot had been stomped before he could get to wondering what Stiles was going to do and he let go, a long howl of pain and anger coming from his throat. A sound he’d never thought possible and he was glaring right at Stiles now. Scott grimaced, trying to keep his senses in check. On the one hand he wanted to hurt the creature that had caused him pain on the other it was Stiles and it wasn’t happening. Instead he did nothing. Paralysed by fear of moving, in case the wolf took matters into its own hands. * Nothing was up. Nope. Stiles wasn’t up to anything. “Yeah, I think that’s the only reason,” he said matter of factly. “You fought the Alpha in my last dream. Sooo, I think it’s pretty clear you’re not some weak little wolf. You’ve never done anything you don’t agree with or didn’t want to do. I don’t think that’ll ever change.” Just because his arms were pinned down right now, didn’t mean he wouldn’t continue the flicking once his arms were free. “Fine.” Well, the stomp to the foot sort of worked. But not really. Or it did work and Scott was just keeping his wolf side under control. He couldn’t really tell. “I said sorry,” he said as he looked at his glaring boyfriend. “Sooo, are you controlling it?” * Scott trusted Stiles above pretty much everyone else in his life, so if he thought he only got bashed cause he was newly turned, maybe he had a point. “Don’t suppose you saw me kick Derek’s ass, huh?” he had to ask with a smirk, “cause my ribs would really like to hear that story right now.” Yep, bruises healed fast, the bones not so much. Scott gave a frown, wondering if he had as much belief in himself as Stiles did. “Well, I hope you’re right. I don’t wanna turn into a monster,” he said with obvious fear in his tone. Breathe, he told himself as the throbbing in his foot settled and he could unclench his jaw and soften the stare at Stiles. “I don’t think apologising in advance worked,” Scott said through gritted teeth. “I don’t know, I think I must be controlling it, cause you still have all your parts intact,” he told Stiles with a grimace of a smile. * Stiles shook his head. “Nope. Dream me kind of arrived late with Jackson.” So he really had no idea what happened before they had arrived there and set Peter on fire. “Can’t help ya there buddy! You’ll just have to wait for those dreams to show up.” Stiles sighed. “You’re not going to become a monster. I won’t let it happen.” As much as the dreams sucked, he kind of wished this place would give Scott a lot of his so that he can stop worrying so much. “Well, hey. Score one for us then. What else can we do?” It had to be something that’ll get Scott’s heart rate going. That’s what Scott needed to learn to control. * “Pity, I would have liked to hear how that story went down,” Scott said with a grunt of frustration. If this other life was going to inflict itself on him it should have the decency to just get on and give him the goods! Or at least give Stiles all the info up front. “You are the gift that just keeps on giving,” Scott said with a smile towards his boyfriend and he pulled him into a kiss. “So you’re gonna stop me getting monstrous, huh?” He had a thought that just about had him quaking in his shoes. “What if I bite you?” he said. “Either here on in the dreams, that would be bad,” Scott moved away and started pacing, feeling his heart pounding as the fear sent his heart rate through the roof. He wasn’t sure they needed to try anything new right now, Scott was having enough trouble keeping the wolf at bay with the thought of Stiles having this curse! “Maybe we should wait a while,” he said, unaware that his face had changed somewhat and his teeth made it hard to make the words come out. “What did I do to control it, Stiles?” he asked in panic as he felt it becoming harder to hold on. * “You know I would tell you if I had known what went down. But since I was there, I can’t.” And Lydia wasn’t there, so it wasn’t like he couldn’t suggest asking her. And as far as he knew Allison wasn’t around, so that was a no go too. And Derek only had one dream and was in denial about it which left them still alone with no idea what happened until Scott had more dreams. “Got that right.” He smiled into kiss. “Yeah, of course. Did you really think I’d let you go crazy with it?” And then there was that fear setting in again. “Like normal bite or are we talking about the bite?” He watched Scott pacing and losing control. “Scott…” Wait? What exactly were they waiting for? He stood up and grabbed Scott by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. “In my dreams…it was Allison that calmed you down. She’s your anchor there. You’ll have to find something else here.” * Yeah, Scott knew he’d hear it from Stiles the moment he’d had the dreams, if he knew the viewpoint he was coming from. In this situation he’d have to wait, though. “God, I hope not,” he said with feeling, hoping Stiles had the power to stop him going totally nuts. “I’m talking about this kind of bite,” Scott said as he gestured to himself as he paced, “how would I live with that?” He didn’t know enough about Dream-Stiles to know if he’d want this gift/curse, but Scott was pretty goddamn sure he wouldn’t want it in this world. “This whole thing is fucking terrifying,” and the more scared he felt, the less control he had. When Stiles finally caught him by the shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes he stopped. Allison was the key there? “Then…” Scott gazed into his boyfriend’s eyes and felt calmer, “...then it’s you. It has to be you, right? It makes sense,” or did he just want it to? * “I don’t think you need to worry about that,” he started. “I think only an alpha can change somebody and you are not an alpha.” Stiles wasn’t worried about Scott accidentally biting him and changing him since he couldn’t do it. Although, he didn’t really want to get bit by those fangs. They look like they would hurt. “I know it is. But we’ll get through it. Together.” No matter what happens Stiles wasn’t going to let Scott deal with any of this on his own. Dream him was there for dream Scott and it was the same in the real world. “I don’t know. I mean, I could be. Do I calm you down when I’m not trying to rile you up?” * “After the blood moon madness, just about everything scares me about all this,” Scott admitted. “Where you’re concerned, doubly so,” and the very last thing he wanted was to hurt Stiles, in any way. They had come close the other night and he still felt seriously shitty about it. “See, the way you’re looking at me, you don’t want it either,” Scott said at the expression Stiles was giving him. It was reassuring to know that, even when he was trying to talk him down from the ledge Stiles could still admit this whole thing was fucked up. That they were in it together was a comfort too and that mattered. Like, more than Scott could begin to verbalise. He felt his heartbeat slowing as he looked into his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, I think you do,” he said softly, unsure if his features had returned to normal quite yet. “Maybe there’s a time to rile me and and a time to anchor me?” Scott said softly. “A balance?” * “That was just a blip.” Everything else had been fine before that. They didn’t know different moons affected Scott differently and now they knew. They would be better prepared next time a different kind of moon rises into the sky. “I’m still fine.” He wished Scott would stop worrying. “At the moment, no I don’t want it. Not that it matters. Because you can’t turn me.” He wasn’t going to move until Scott calmed down. “I guess this means you get to use me as your anchor,” he said with a smile. “Yeah. I’ll stop trying to piss you off now.” Although, he did get in one last flick and laughed. “Sorry, I had to.” At least now Scott wasn’t all wolfy now. He hoped that meant Scott wasn’t freaking out about everything anymore. * “”A blip?” Scott asked with an expression of pure disbelief. “You call what happened the other night a damn blip?” Stiles was either the most understanding guy on the planet or the most reckless and right now he wasn’t entirely sure which way to call it. “I lost control and it could have been a lot worse than rough sex, Stiles,” he said looking down at the floor. The whole thing had left him shaken and even if he couldn’t turn Stiles, he’d still hurt him and that was totally unacceptable. Scott took deep breaths as he concentrated on his boyfriend and when he finally felt his fear and anger recede he pulled him towards him in a tight hug. “You are definitely my anchor,” he told Stiles softly, “even if I have no damn clue what that means for the werewolf. You’re gonna get me through this, I know it.” He gave a nod of gratitude when he said he’d stop pissing him off, though Scott should have known Stiles would get in the last word. “I’m gonna start calling you Flicker, if you keep on like that!” he said laughing now too, feeling a lot more free than he had when this dream fiasco had begun. * “Yeah…” Okay, Scott didn’t seem to be on the same page as Stiles when it came to that night. “I didn’t know what else to call it.” He just knew Scott only acted the way that he did because of the fucked up full moon and he really didn’t want to think of the fact that Scott could have ripped his throat out hat night if he really wanted to. “I know that. I know you could rip my to shreds at any point. Whenever you want. But you haven’t. And I don’t honestly think you ever will even when the moon is fucking with you.” He wrapped his arms around Scott and hugged him back. “I guess we’ll find out. Together.” If he hadn’t had so many dreams already, he probably would be freaking out himself. But he saw how dream Scott was in them. So why can’t his Scott be the same here? It was going to be fine. It had to be. “You like it,” he said as he pulled away, smiling. “Soooo what do you want to do now? I mean, I can stand here and keep flicking you, but I’m sure you wouldn’t like that.” * Stiles actually verbalising what might have happened made Scott’s stomach churn to the point he wondered if he might barf. “I would never…” he said shaking his head furiously, which wasn’t making anything better stomach-wise. “Maybe we should have a contingency plan?” he said swallowing the bile in his throat. “If I turn on you like that, you need to put me down,” Scott said without room for argument. “If I’d attack you then I could attack anyone and neither of us could bear that on our consciences.” Maybe he could get some drug from work that’d knock him out flat and trust Stiles with the thing. “Shit, I should be worrying about my grades at school and making sure I’m an awesome boyfriend, not worrying I might rip his throat out,” Scott said with a shake of his head. It was all too much. Just holding tight to Stiles made him think things might actually be okay. That was enough, that they were doing this together made all the difference. “You just like being a buzzing mosquito in my life, huh?” Scott said with more humour than he felt. “I love you and thank you for sticking with me despite all of this crap,” he said giving him a soft kiss. As to what they would do next? “How about we pretend I didn’t get woken up by some annoying brat and head back for a lie-in?” he suggested with an arched eyebrow, “would that work for you?” Maybe he could show him just how gentle he could be now that the moon had passed by. * The look on Scott’s face made Stiles think that maybe he shouldn’t have said that stuff because now Scott was going to start worrying again. “What are you thinking?” Usually he came up with the ideas. He was wondering what Scott was thinking. “Put you down? Put you down how?” Yeah, he didn’t like that phrasing one bit. “Well, I’m not killing you if that’s where your mind is going.” Nope. Never. Not going to happen. “But if you mean just drug you, I could do that. I guess.” Not that he’d really want to do that or think he’d need to, but if it made Scott feel better, then alright, he’ll agree to it. “Life doesn’t always give us the easy stuff.” He’s already learned that by losing his mom. Stiles nodded. “Yes. Yes, I do. It gives me great joy to be your permanent buzzing mosquito. Anyway, if I went away, you’d cry and then you would die of boredom because I would be gone and life would be dull.” Well, that sounded like a good plan to him. “Catch me,” he said right before he jumped up onto Scott. “I’m all for it.” * “Kinda don’t want to be dead either,” Scott replied with a soft sigh, “but I can probably sneak some anesthetic or something out of work,” he said looking at Stiles. “You’re cool with that, right? Just in case you can’t talk me down,” he said, knowing it would be their last option if everything went south. “You and me together means trusting each other with the hard stuff too,” Scott said holding Stiles’ hands in his, “and one day you might need time to run. Remember it won’t last long,” cause the damn werewolf healing wouldn’t allow it to. “But it’d give you a chance.” Scott had to smirk at the way Stiles was behaving, cause honestly, how could he not? “I would totally cry until my body curled in on itself and dehydrated to dust,” he agreed. “That can’t ever happen!” Scott managed a soft ‘oof’ as his boyfriend landed on him and laughed, carrying him off towards the bedroom, “and I’m not slightly shocked,” he said giving his ass a gentle slap. * “Good. Because I won’t kill you. Ever.” Drugging Scott if need be, he could do that. Probably. If Scott didn’t overpower him. “Yeah, I can do that. I hope I never have to.” But he would do it. “I know, I know. I just hate having to think like that. Well, I hope I never have to run.” Because he doubted he was fast enough to get away from Wolf Scott. “I knew it!” He laughed. “Of course you’re not shocked. You suggested it anyway. So, onword!” |