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[thescarletspeedster]

"Ye-urrrrgh."

As the sound he didn't even know he could make grinds its way out of his mouth, Barry slides down the wall, feeling a bit like a cartoon fly that's just gotten smacked with the swatter. He'd really thought this one would be simple. Crazy angry meta - yep. Done that. Explosive powers - sure! A couple of times. But a meta capable of forming a violently expanding energy field around themselves? That's new.

Due to the spherical shape of the energy blast, it's not one Barry can run around, either, only away from, which makes it hard to get to the meta to incapacitate him long enough to stop him from -

Barry shakes his head, for a moment too addled by his impact with the wall to remember the meta's scheme. Oh right, he thinks, staring up at the stone building, rob the bank, because why not? "Listen!" he calls, fighting down a burst of hysteria as he looks at the exploding man. Even if he hadn't had these telekinetic energy powers, the meta would look like a villain. His shirt is even striped. All he needs is a bag of gold with a dollar sign on it, and the look would be complete.

"There are innocent people here!" say Barry, motioning to the streets. "I know you don't want to hurt them, but I can't let you take that money."

"Fat chance," replies the meta with a snarl, and as he turns to the onlookers, Barry curses himself for giving him the idea. As the concussive energy expands outward from the meta, Barry runs, removing each onlooker from its path, but he can't keep doing this and catch the meta.

He hates when he has to choose.

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[thescarletspeedster]

Fingers numb from the intensity of his grip, Barry drops his hand from the headboard so he can wind both arms around Derek, holding him through the short jerks of his body as he empties himself. Each new pulse draws another whimper from Barry's lungs, every inch of him sensitive and humming after his orgasm.

He holds Derek close, turning his face to kiss Derek's damp cheek. "So good," he murmurs, "That was so good. Was I too much?" he asks, carding his fingers through Derek's hair, "God, I couldn't get enough of you."

[triskehale]

Derek settles when Barry's arms go around him, relaxing on top of him with one more deep sigh. His eyes fall closed and he grins as Barry speaks, shaking his head a little before turning to kiss his jaw.

"It was just enough," he says in a raspy voice, lifting his head to smile at Barry. "But never stop trying to get enough, okay?"

He lifts a hand to rest his fingertips below the bite on Barry's neck. The skin is broken in places, already starting to bruise. His brow knits in concern as he looks at it, wondering if he went too far. "Was this too much?"

[thescarletspeedster]

Barry shivers. His skin is unbelievably tender, an ache he can feel now despite the blissful aftermath of orgasm, and he wonders how it looks. It may be the only reason he's glad Joe isn't in Darrow, for Barry never wants to explain a mark like this to his foster dad.

"I loved it," he confesses, raising his eyebrows. "I've never been into pain, but that's not really the word for how it feels when you bite me. It just feels like something you need and want that I can give you. I like that part a lot."

[triskehale]

Derek's eyebrows quirk when Barry says that he loved it with such conviction in his tone, and his expression softens as he goes on to explain why. It's like Derek can feel his heart thudding in his chest and goes warm all over, so overwhelmed with emotion.

His experiences with other people have no place here in this bed, but he can't help but to remember being scolded for leaving marks. It made him feel embarrassed and ashamed, but it isn't like that with Barry. He accepts all of Derek, both good and bad, and welcomes both man and wolf and all that come with them. Derek can't even describe how good that makes him feel. How lucky.

"You're incredible," he says simply, leaning down to lightly drag his tongue over the mark. He presses a kiss to it and then brings their foreheads together with a content smile on his face. "Thank you."

[thescarletspeedster]

"You just gave me the best orgasm of my life," says Barry, grinning up at him, "And you're thanking me? I've got it good." He lifts his chin and kisses Derek, reveling in the scrape of his beard against his chin. It's like nothing he ever expected to want or have, and now he can't imagine living without it.

"Will you tell me about it?" he asks when they break apart. "I get that it's a wolf thing, but what makes you want to do it?"

[triskehale]

"Mm, I'll try to keep trying to top it," Derek replies, smiling into the kiss. He should have been expecting the question, knowing how curious Barry can be, but it still makes him pause for a moment. He isn't quite sure how to explain it in terms a human might understand, and he's worried that it might be too much. Still, Barry is the one with the bite on his neck asking why, so Derek owes him an explanation.

First, he gently eases out of Barry with a soft sigh at the loss, and twists his body to lay at Barry's side instead, one thick thigh crossing over Barry's legs to hold him to the bed.

"Well, it's mostly all instinct," Derek begins, looking up at Barry while gliding his fingertips along Barry's chest. He can feel his cheeks heating up and he swallows hard, hoping that he hasn't gone pink above his beard. "Biting means marking, and claiming. You're mine and I want everyone to know it, for there to be physical proof."

He wrinkles his brow a bit and shakes his head. "Not that I think I own you or anything, because I don't, of course. But I guess it just makes me feel closer to you, claiming you like that when everything is already so intense. And the way you react-- it all just feels right."

[thescarletspeedster]

Barry gives a shaky sigh as Derek disengages, curling into him as soon as they're next to one another on the sheets. He listens and lifts a hand to Derek's cheek, tracing the path of the blush that climbs ever higher.

"That's actually pretty romantic," he notes with a soft smile, thumbing at the mark on his throat himself. "Like a ring or a Letterman jacket. Now I feel like I should give you a token somehow. Bracelet with a lightning bolt on it?" he asks with a grin.

[triskehale]

"Really?" Derek wonders if Barry will ever stop surprising him. He smiles, looking almost relieved, and turns to press a kiss to Barry's palm. His eyes catch on the way Barry touches the mark and it nearly makes his spent cock twitch with new life, but the question distracts him. "I can't tell if you're kidding, but-- I would like that."

He leans in to give Barry a soft kiss and then rests his fingertips just under the mark on Barry's neck. It will heal soon, and Derek likes the idea of something that will last. "Because if you're mine, I'm yours too."

[thescarletspeedster]

"Then I'm definitely going to do it," says Barry, blinking his eyes open slowly after the kiss. "Especially if it makes you look like this." His thumb dips to the dimple in Derek's cheek, forefingers at the crinkles in the corner of his eye.

Derek's always been good looking, but like this he's just - "Gorgeous," Barry murmurs with an earnest, crooked smile. "So are you a bracelet or a necklace kind of guy?"

[triskehale]

Derek knows, without a doubt, that he's smiled more in his short time with Barry than he did in all his time in New York combined. Sure, he smiles more easily here in Darrow than he did back home, but Barry gets these grins out of him that he can feel stretching his face. He smiles so hard that his cheeks ache. It's sort of wonderful.

He turns his head to kiss the pad of Barry's thumb while he thinks, taking the digit playfully between his teeth. Not that he'd admit it out loud, but he likes the idea of something of Barry's close to his heart. "Necklace, I think."

Suddenly, he remembers that he actually does have something for Barry already and he sits up to try and locate where he threw his jeans. "That reminds me-- hold on."

He gets up to retrieve the jeans and then sits on the bed next to Barry, letting his gaze sweep over his flushed skin and messy hair before landing on his face. He looks happy, and Derek's hear swells just a bit.

"So, now that the weather is nice I'm planning on moving back to the cabin full time," Derek begins, pulling a silver key out of the pocket of his jeans and holding it up. He's nervous suddenly, wondering if maybe this is too big an offering. All he knows is that the cabin is precious to him, a den for his wolf, and he wants Barry in that space. "I made this for you. You're welcome there anytime."

[thescarletspeedster]

Barry sits up, curious what Derek's gone to retrieve. Their bodies are close again when Derek returns, and Barry slides his hand against his knee, blinking at the key that glitters between them.

"Wow," he says softly, reaching up to take it. The cabin is a special place for Derek, even moreso than his apartment, and Barry understands what this means. He's never been given anyone's key before, and his throat feels a little clogged. "Easier than phasing through the walls," he says, hiding the faint teariness he feels with a laugh. "Thank you, Derek. I'll keep it safe."

[triskehale]

"Right. I guess for you a key is more symbolic than anything," Derek says with a soft laugh. His expression softens at the look on Barry's face, and he reaches up to wrap his hand around Barry's. "I know you will."

He leans in for a kiss, smiling against the corner of his mouth. "You can have a drawer, a shelf in the bathroom," he says quietly, speaking between pressing kisses to Barry's face. "I'll even make sure the path there is clear so you can speed there and not trip."