Red is for haven't got a clue (for ievolved)

[keepsmeawake]

It was supposed to be easy... in theory. Okay, so, Stiles had known their plan was risky, stupid even, but they didn't have anything better, and surely the Calavera followed the code and probably wouldn't hurt them... he didn't know why they'd been banking on that one, really, because these guys seemed crazy.
So of course their cunning plan to rescue Derek had ended up with Stiles locked up in a bathroom with no idea where the rest of his friends were. But hey, at least he'd found Derek... because he'd been thrown in said bathroom with the werewolf in question.

Explaining to Derek that they were there to rescue him had gone over predictably well, so Stiles had resorted to banging on the door and yelling. He'd just reached the part about kidnapping a sheriff's son, yea, didn't know that did you assholes, when he finally got a response.

"We know everything about your ragtag little pack, Mieczysław" a voice called pointedly through the door "your father doesn't scare us, he has no jurisdiction here, and nor does Agent McCall."

Technically true, he supposed, though Stiles is pretty sure the FBI can do something about kidnapped American teenagers, even in Mexico...if they know it's happened, which neither his dad nor Scott's did.

"Oh well done, you know my name, I'm suitably terrified." He shot back with venomous sarcasm, but he did retreat from the door and kick a wall in frustration. All it did was hurt his foot and he glared at it, offended.

"You know, you could try to be some help here." He snapped at Derek

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[ievolved]

Derek frowned, rolling his eyes as he stayed settled against the wall where he'd been since they threw Stiles in the room. That name was strange and he looked at the younger man. "What the hell is your name? Christ that sounded like a mouth ful." He shooked his head, pushing his fingers through his hair before leaning his head back.

"Look, I've been trying to get out for days. We aren't going anywhere until we actually know what they want. And they haven't told me yet so...unless the others actually do have some miraculous rescue planned, we aren't going anywhere." He sighed quietly, motioning to the sink. "Drink something at least. We both need to stay hydrated. They'll throw some food in here in a couple hours."

[keepsmeawake]

"Why'd you think I go by Stiles?" he commented absently as he moved around the room, searching for some kind of escape route - he knew Derek will have already looked, but it made him feel better to look again.

He cast a dubious look at the grubby tap and decided he'd be fine for now, however sensible it was a suggestion to have a drink.

"It's Mieczysław, by the way, and before you start talking shit it was my grandfather's name and it's Polish." may as well talk about something while they were stuck here.

[ievolved]

The new pronunciation didn't exactly help much, but he repeated it slowly. Then stopped, his hand moving to his shoulder and rubbing as he seemed to look deep in thought. "I wasn't going to talk shit. Just...sounds complicated. How do you spell it?" He asked softly, still touching his shoulder before pushing his fingers into the arm of his shirt.

Because it couldn't be. Not that he would know if it was right. Not unless he heard the spelling. Still, it was unique enough and he hadn't known Stiles' name wasn't actually Stiles. So he waited, clearing his throat and raising an eyebrow before noticing the way he looked at the tap. "It looks dirty, but the water is actually clean. This place was owned by an american company. Their water is filtered properly."

[keepsmeawake]

"...Fine..." Stiles said slowly, grumpy about actually agreeing with Derek but also acknowledging to himself that, well, he had been doing a lot of yelling and he could do with a drink. Oblivious to the fact that Derek's question was about more than simple curiosity, he went to the tap to take a long drink before answering it.

Eventually he straightened up, swiping a sleeve across his mouth, and shrugged. "M-i-e-c-z-y-s-l-a-w, only the L has one of those lines through it. Took me years to learn how to say it properly, let alone spell it."

[ievolved]

He was silent for a long time, his eyes widening as Stiles spelled before he slumped back. "Oh my god, its been you this whole time." He muttered, shaking his head before he gave a laugh and let his head fall back against the wall again.

"Christ." He sighed before tilting his head. "And you never said anything before now. Nothing at all..." He frowned a bit, eyes narrowing before slowly pushing up the sleeve of his shirt so that Stiles could see his own scrawling handwriting on the wolf's skin. Etching out his name over his shoulder.

[keepsmeawake]

"What?" Stiles looks confused, unsure what Derek's getting at - until he pushes aside his shirt and there it is, his familiar messy handwriting imprinted across Derek's shoulder, spelling out the exact letters he'd just said.

"Oh... oh my god... oh..." he stared, unable to drag his eyes away from the lettering even as he pulls aside his own collar to show Derek the mark that the werewolf must already know, now, is there. "I didn't... oh wow I'm such an idiot, I just... I never thought you... I thought it would say Stiles, I thought you'd have said something if it was you..."

[ievolved]

"Well then you are an idiot." He said, even as he started smiling a little bit. "Soulmarks are never nicknames. Only birth names." He bit his lip before pushing himself up and moving closer. It was the first time he'd moved since about an hour before Stiles had shown up.

He leaned in once they were face to face, sighing before pressing his nose right against the younger man's throat and inhaling the scent. He closed his eyes, hands settling at his hips.

[keepsmeawake]

Stiles froze as Derek approached him, unsure what he was going to do. He half expected to be slammed into something again, or threatened, but there was none of Derek's usual aggression in his movements.

"Oh..." he breathed out as Derek pressed in, swallowing nervously to find himself suddenly up close and personal with a werewolf he had worked out was his soulmate all of thirty seconds ago. "What.. uh.. what're you doing Derek?"

[ievolved]

He let the tip of his nose brush over the skin just behind Stiles' ear as he inhaled deeply. He was still holding him, still breathing him in for so long before finally pulling away and blushing a bit. "Sorry. Um I...I was scenting you. Or starting too. It...its a wolf thing. Scott's done it to you before, but not like this."

He bit his lip, stepping back now, unsure if Stiles was comfortable having him so close in his space. He pushed his fingers through his hair before moving to sit back down against the wall. It was hard not to pull Stiles with him. After all, he'd spent most of his life wondering if the lettering on his shoulder had been some kind of mistake.

[keepsmeawake]

Stiles had never seen Derek so unsure of himself, he was normally so good at putting up a confident front that it had taken them ages to realise he was figuring out the whole alpha thing as he went along. He took the fact that he was seeing even a glimpse of vulnerability as a weirdly good sign.

"Hey, um, it's okay, I mean it's kinda weird but I get it, I think," it had been a little overwhelming to have Derek that close, because yea the guy was hotter than the surface of the sun, and of course Stiles had fantasised about Derek Hale being his Derek, but he'd never thought it would actually happen.

He could almost see Derek closing off again, putting those walls back up, and he was suddenly struck with a determination to not let that happen. He was kind of in shock, sure, but he wasn't about to leave Derek thinking he wasn't interested. He followed, dropping himself down to the floor beside Derek and summoning up his courage.

"You can keep doing it... if you want."

[ievolved]

He looked over as Stiles sat down beside him, tilting his head. "Are you sure though?" He asked, still hesitating before he actually pulled the teen boy into his lap. Within a few moments, his was back at it, his nose brushing over sensitive skin.

His hands curled around Stiles' hips and he sighed before rubbing his cheek against the teen's skin. He licked beneath his ear, smiling against his skin.

"Is this okay? Is this what you want?" He curled his arms around the younger man next, like he could protect him. And then he realized...they were trapped and it was very likely the Calavera family would come back to question them...and they would probably hurt Stiles to try to get information.

[keepsmeawake]

Honestly Stiles isn't entirely sure he's not dreaming, being pulled into Derek's lap with the werewolf getting very up close and intimate is kind of a personal fantasy, although admittedly he hadn't factored the whole being trapped in a bathroom by psychotic hunters into the equation, but he's not really thinking about that right now. Instead he's focused on tilting his head to give Derek better access, curling his fingers into Derek's shirt to hold on to him and if he makes any undignified whimpering noises, well, that's neither here nor there.

"We should, uh, we should probably figure out how we're going to get out of here but...I ... uh, well I don't really want you to stop..." he admits with an awkward laugh.

[ievolved]

He breathed out, closing his eyes as he continued to breath his scent in. He rubbed his scent on Stiles, rubbing their cheeks together, rubbing his cheek on the teen's shoulder.

He looked away then, eyes on the door before growling when he heard it being unlocked. He moved them, pushing Stiles from his lap and pulling himself between the teen and the door.

One of the Calavaras clan came in, smirking at Derek. "We've got some questions for the boy." He said, holding a lightning rod to use against him should he try to fight the man.

Instead, Derek snarled and moved in the way more, shifting before tackling the man. He ignored the pain of the rod as he ripped the man apart before looking back hesitantly at Stiles.

[keepsmeawake]

Stiles had just enough time to look around at the door and realise that their... whatever this was, was about to be cut short by the arrival of one of the hunters, he was about to move, to take up some kind of defensive position, to do something when he found himself being moved by Derek. He let out a garbled squawk of protest at Derek very obviously placing himself between Stiles and the hunter, reaching out with the intent of telling Derek it was okay, he'd go and answer their questions and it would be fine.

Before he can even reach Derek's shoulder, he's leaping forward and attacking the hunter with surprising ferocity - it isn't that he's never seen Derek fight that way before, but he's never seen him do it quite so suddenly or without provocation (if being locked up in a bathroom and probably tortured can really be described as 'without provocation', admittedly).

"Wha- Derek what the- what did..." the guy's been mauled and, sure, he definitely deserved it, but he did not think that was the plan.

"Let's... let's get out of here before they realise you just... oh my god, Derek what the hell was that..."

[ievolved]

He stood over the guy for a moment before turning and looking at Stiles. He swallowed, frowning before looking away. He had never, never meant for the other to see him like that. As nothing more than an animal.

"I did...they would have come for us. Come for you. I could hear them talking earlier. They were going to torture both of us and knowing them...if we didn't know anything useful they would have killed both of us. I was protecting you." He murmured, still not looking at him.

Instead he turned, heading out the door. He stood in the hallway for a moment, closing his eyes and listening, sniffing at the air. "This way." He said, voice still subdued. All he could think was that Stiles would be disgusted with him for what he'd done.

[keepsmeawake]

"You did that for me?" Stiles replied weakly, a little overwhelmed by it. It was pretty extreme, but he can't help but be weirdly impressed that someone would do that just because he was in danger, however much Derek was at risk as well, he did it to protect Stiles.

He realised then that Derek was already out the door and he got hold of himself, running after the werewolf and skidding to an ungainly stop behind him, only just stopping himself from crashing into Derek's back. He nodded, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline that came along with daring escapes from psychotic enemies (and he should not be used to that feeling, but here they were)

"Yes, this is good. Safety first, talk later."

[ievolved]

Derek was mostly able to avoid anyone else, though there were one or two guards that they just couldn't and he knocked them out. When they were close to the exit, he turned slightly, grabbing Stiles and pushing the younger man behind him completely. "Do not move." He whispered, pressing as close to the wall and corner where they were as possible.

A group of hunters passed down the other end of the hallway and into a room and he could hear them talking before he turned to look at the other, holding a finger to his lips before moving to the door leading outside. He pulled it open slowly, carefully before peeking out. Then he turned, grabbing Stiles' wrist and pulling him out of the building as fast as he could.