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7 - Derek under the affects of an aphrodisiac?

[bigbadalpha]

[It was bad; that much Derek knew with lead-in-the-gut certainty. His entire body felt hot, his skin too tight, his heart pounding. His mouth was dry, and his breathing was shallow.

Arousal spiked through him, unexpected and very unwelcome. He slowly sank to his knees, digging his fingers into the dirt and trying to hold himself in check. Trying to anchor himself in the earth.] Stiles. You need to leave. Now. [He took a few harsh breaths.] Tell the rest of the pack to stay away.

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[alotofadderall]

Dude! [Stiles didn't know what the hell was happening, but he automatically took a step towards Derek as the Alpha dropped to his knees.]

What? No way! [Stiles blinked, shaking his head and moving closer. He wasn't about to leave Derek now.] What's wrong?

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[bigbadalpha]

[Stiles' scent flooded his nose, and he let out a ragged moan. He looked up, pupils blown wide with arousal, mouth parted. He was already hard, dick straining against his jeans.]

Please. Please leave. [His control was slipping through his fingers like sand, and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to taste every inch of Stiles' skin. To throw him down and possess him. He made a choked off sound of distressed want.] I don't have control.

[alotofadderall]

...Over what? [Stiles asked carefully, pausing for a moment. Derek's eyes aren't red; though his pupils are looking rather large and that moan didn't exactly sound like one of pain...]

[bigbadalpha]

Myself. [He was going to have to spell it out, and he really didn't want to. His nostrils flared, and he dug his fingers into the dirt so hard that he felt a spike of pain.] I can't control my urge to mate. [He was talking through gritted teeth.] You need to leave before letting you leave stops being an option for me.

[alotofadderall]

What?! [Stiles flailed, stumbling backwards a step but not fleeing for the hills quite yet.] I'm a dude. Sorry to disappoint, but I don't have the physiology for mating.

[So Stiles took that step closer again, reaching out to Derek because hey, Stiles couldn't carry his child unless there was some freaky werewolf magic shit involved, it was fine. Much as he'd love to mate with Derek...] Why are you going into...heat?

[bigbadalpha]

[He snatched Stiles' hand, pressing his palm to his face and breathing in his scent. His grip was vice-like, and it took several seconds of reining himself in to be able to let go.] Physiology doesn't matter. [He let out a soft moan, because Stiles' scent was intoxicating - egging on whatever drug he'd ingested that had stripped him of his control. He'd seen it before, when his sister was a teenager. His parents had locked her in one of the rooms in the basement until it had passed to keep her from making any mistakes. A hunter had done it; poisoned her with something that brought out the wolf and made it want to breed.] Drugs. An aphrodisiac.

[alotofadderall]

What do you mean it doesn't matter? Are you trying to tell me your werewolf-sperm have superpowers? [Because raising an eyebrow and joking about it was easier than trying to figure out how much or how little Stiles objected to Derek capturing his palm and inhaling it.]

What? Where? [Stiles questioned, immediately a million times more worried about Derek. If this were just some Alpha-thing it wouldn't have been as bad, but being induced was a whole other matter.] I didn't think there were any more Raves this month. [He's actually not kidding about this one.]

[bigbadalpha]

[Derek gave a choked laugh at that, moving closer to Stiles, still on his knees, without realizing it.] I can't knock you up, Stiles. [His voice dropped, getting a little rougher.] But, I can claim you. Taste you. Feel you. [He reached out, hands sliding up Stiles' legs, before he jerked away, shaking his head. Trying to clear the fog of want.] Hunters. Don't know when, or how. You need to go. [Because, even as he spoke, he was inching forward, thinking about how good Stiles would feel in his arms. Against his body.] I don't want to hurt you.

[alotofadderall]

Ohhh my God. [Stiles froze underneath Derek's hands, eyes widening at the rough, sexy note in his voice. That was exactly what wet dreams were made of.] ...Are you really Derek, or has he been replaced by an alien?

I can't just leave you like this! [Stiles flailed a little bit again, at a loss for what to do with the horniest werewolf in Beacon Hills telling him to leave and then pawing at him in a way that kind of made him want to stay.

But there was also the problem of leaving Derek vulnerable like this.]

[bigbadalpha]

You have to leave me like this. [Because his fingers were curling in Stiles' shirt without any sort of recollection of how they got there, and he was trying to lift said shirt up. Trying to expose skin. Skin he could feel, and taste.] Either you leave, or I-- I- [He growled, low and feral, tempted to rip Stiles' shirt off altogether.] I make you mine.

[alotofadderall]

Woah... [Stiles raised his arms, almost stepping backwards as Derek's fingers migrated and curled into his shirt. He didn't know what to do - on the one hand, making Stiles his sounded kind of awesome and Stiles wouldn't have to worry about Derek running into trouble in the state he was in; but on the other, this might be the drugs talking and that would just make their lives a whole lot worse in the morning.]

...I can't leave you here. [Stiles declared decisively after a beat, wrapping his hand around Derek's.] C'mon. Let's...go figure this out.

[...Because if they ended up making out or something to take care of the drugs, Stiles wasn't doing it on the forest floor.]

[bigbadalpha]

[Derek was on his feet in an instant, pressing into Stiles' personal space. Breathing in his scent, and still gripping his shirt. C'mon sounded a whole lot like take me, I'm yours through the haze of the drugs.

Distantly, he knew that wasn't correct, but it was a hard understanding to hold onto.

Derek nuzzled at his neck, giving in that much in hopes that it would help lessen the urge to claim.] Where? Home? [He gave a low whine.] Bed?

[alotofadderall]

...Is that where you want to go? [Stiles wasn't going to take him to a bed, tempting - and it was very - as it was. He figured if making out or something would help the Alpha then hey, Derek couldn't be mad at him later for just helping him out, right? But a bed...well that really was taking advantage of him, and Stiles would never do that.]

[He tried to ignore Derek's proximity, goosebumps rising on his skin as Derek nuzzled into his neck, but Stiles can't deny the slight flutter in his heartbeat.]

[bigbadalpha]

Yes. [He forcibly released Stiles' shirt, finding a way to get up under instead through it. He slid his fingers along his sides, brushing a thumb across his abdomen at the same time as deciding that nuzzling wasn't going to cut it.

He started kissing his neck instead; gentle, repetitive presses of his lips to his skin.]

[alotofadderall]

Woah - woah! [Stiles jumped as Derek's hands slipped underneath his shirt unexpectedly, exploring his skin with the most enthusiasm Stiles had ever seen the guy pour into anything. Stiles froze as Derek started kissing at his neck, then slowly tugged at Derek's arm underneath his shirt, not removing him but instead tugging him into an awkward shuffle back towards the Jeep. Derek was out of his head, that was it.] Don't worry, Derek; I'm not going to let you do anything you're going to regret.