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[thescarletspeedster]

Barry yawns as he clocks out at the end of another long shift. Even with his metabolism and regeneration, the long hours are beginning to wear on him, but it isn't his home and his bed that Barry heads for as he leaves the station. It feels like ages since he's been able to spend more than a few minutes with Derek, and even if all he has the energy for tonight is to curl up on top of him and sleep, Barry will take it.

But Derek isn't at Semele's, and he isn't at his apartment when Barry speeds there next. That must mean he's at the cabin, and Barry runs nearly all the way there, stopping when he's about a half mile out. The moon is huge and full and the forest all but glowing with it, and the view is nice enough that Barry decides to take the rest of the journey at normal speed so he can enjoy it.

He buries a yawn behind his forearm and tucks his hands into his pockets, feeling a little restored by the clear, night air.

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[triskehale]

"Yeah, I really do. I never thought--" He laughs softly and shakes his head, looking at Barry with open fondness. "I never thought a lot of things would happen before you came along."

He smiles into the kiss, feeling lighter than air and nodding before pulling away. It's with great effort that he gently eases out of Barry, but he has a feeling that it won't be for very long. It'll be a miracle if either of them even make it to work tomorrow.

"A very long night," Derek agrees, standing up and stretching. He can't wipe the grin off of his face as he leans down to scoop Barry up into a bridal carry, holding him tight against his chest. "Your turn, hummingbird. Let's go home."

Barry could get them there faster, but Derek likes the weight of him in his arms, and the way Barry's skin feels against Derek's own. He shines like silver in the moonlight, and Derek can barely stop looking at him long enough to make sure that he's going in the right direction.

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Barry only laughs when Derek scoops him up, content to be carried like a maiden when his knees feel so weak, and the view looking up is as good as it is. He smiles up at Derek, soft and still a little sleepy, but Barry laughs again when a third leaf smacks Derek in the forehead.

"Oh my God," he says. "I fucked you stupid. Didn't I? Eyes on the road, mister."

[triskehale]

"Way to ruin the moment," Derek says with a fond roll of his eyes. He's mainly going by smell, but now that he raises his head and concentrates he's able to hear Jinx's heartbeat, and the puff drinking from its water bottle. They're close to the cabin, so Derek lifts Barry up to toss him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. He keeps one hand on his ass and laughs softly, turning to bite at Barry's hip as he walks. "That's what you get for sassing me."

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Barry yelps and hangs where he's been tossed, but he can't help blushing as the position exposes his ass to the night air. His unique biology prevents him being too loose, but there's no question that his ass has been used tonight. Nonsensically, Barry hopes the pets aren't home. He'd be embarrassed for them to see him this way.

"What do I get to do when you sass me then?"

[triskehale]

"Sass you? Never," Derek says flatly, smirking slightly as he walks up onto the porch. Once he's in the cabin, he bends over to lay Barry out across the bed. He kneels over him and kisses him softly, thumbing at his cheekbone.

"I don't want to leave this bed," Derek tells him, obviously torn. "But we need food. Lots of it."

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The pets are home, but Barry has no time to cover his ass before Derek is depositing him on the bed. At the kiss he sighs and opens his mouth, but his stomach rumbles in the next moment.

"I can speed eat," he says. "Speed cook, probably." Barry tries to think of what he's capable of putting together while desperately horny. "Speed sandwich?"

[triskehale]

"Okay, but I can't speed eat. What are you going to do, ride me while I eat a sandwich?" Derek stands back up and takes a step towards the kitchen, but then turns back towards Barry with a suspicious look. "You are not going to ride me while I eat a sandwich."

He walks bare-assed into the kitchen and looks around, still a little too fucked out and moon drunk to really think. "Come help me."

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"Well, I wasn't," says Barry, but Derek looks so moon eyed and dopey in the kitchen that he rises at once. "You could, you know. Wolf gobble," he suggests, but he's already got every pantry door open and the fridge door, too, the makings of many sandwiches assembling themselves before his blurred hands.

"If I make them twice as tall," he says, "We can eat half as many."

[triskehale]

"Wolf gobble," Derek repeats flatly, watching as best he can as Barry moves around the kitchen in a blur. "That's sound logic. Between your speed and my teeth, we can do this."

He gets two bottles of water from the fridge and by the time he's done, there's already a line of enormous sandwiches lining the counter. As he hands Barry his water, Derek nods solemnly and lets his teeth sharpen into fangs to better tear through the stacks of meat. "Please don't choke. There's no way that I can Heimlich that fast."

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Barry watches in awe as Derek tears through his first bite, but after that the hunger pains are too great, and he sets into devouring his own set of sandwiches. He can chew and swallow at speed, but his digestion can't be rushed - not anymore than it already is by his accelerated metabolism, anyway - and Barry actually finishes after Derek.

"Oh God," he groans, rubbing his stomach. "That may have been too many carbs."

[triskehale]

Between the moon and all the sex, Derek is ravenous. Once he's actually faced with meat, he can't really ignore it. He tears through the sandwiches with small little growls, and by the time he's done Barry is still eating. Derek takes the time to wipe his face and wash his hands, looking the tiny bit sheepish.

Barry doesn't seem to mind, and Derek chuckles a bit as he groans. "Are you telling me that you're going to need a siesta, mi amor?" He asks, affecting a slight accent as he comes behind Barry and kisses his shoulder. "Because I believe you were supposed to be mine until the sunrise."

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"Are you beguiling me with foreign tongues?" asks Barry, leaning into Derek's hold. "Because I only need the one," he says, equally cheesy, and turns his head to kiss Derek's cheek. He closes his eyes, resting for a moment with his head tucked in against Derek's.

"Five minute rest?" he suggests. "Until I'm done digesting."

[triskehale]

"Just the one tongue, huh?" Derek asks with a teasing smile, arms going easily around Barry once he leans in. "Five minutes sounds good."

He slides his hands down to Barry's ass and lifts him just barely off of the floor, carrying him over to the bed and pulling him down onto it. They end up with Derek on his back and Barry sprawled across him, and Derek's fingers drift up into Barry's soft hair. When he speaks, it's soft and hesitant and full of longing. "Will you spend every moon with me?"

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"Of course," says Barry, rubbing his cheek against Derek's chest, comfortable just where Derek's dragged him. "I mean, it may be difficult to get out of shifts as the new guy, and sometimes the Flash might have to take care of something, but you're my first priority." Barry smiles, his chest suddenly tender and aching around his heart. "I want to be with you."

[triskehale]

"Okay," he breathes out, smiling softly and letting out a quiet sound like a purr as Barry nuzzles at his chest. "If something else comes up, that's fine. I'll understand. And there may be times when I just want to go tearing through the woods."

The pad of his thumb slides slowly across Barry's forehead and down the bridge of his nose, across his lower lip. "It just feels better when you're here. It always does."

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"I wish I'd been here for the others," says Barry, frowning as he realizes how many there's been since he and Derek began dating. There was always something happening, but he should have known that he was needed, made time, somehow, no matter what.

"I'm sorry I wasn't. What are they like without me?"

[triskehale]

"It's okay," Derek assures him, touching the edges of his frown and cupping his chin. "It's something I had to get used to after Laura died."

His voice wobbles a little and he swallows hard before letting out a breath and sliding his fingers back into Barry's hair. "When I was a kid, full moons were always fun. We can't really shift until puberty, but we'd still run around with the adults. After-- everything, it was just me and Laura. We spent them in Central Park, usually. Sometimes we'd go upstate.

"Here, I usually spend them by myself as a wolf. It's not so bad. Lonely, I guess." He smiles a little and drags his fingertips lightly along Barry's spine. "They're better with you. And not just because of the sex."

He almost mentions anchors, but he doesn't. Not quite yet. He knows what Barry said earlier, and he knows they both meant it, but it still seems so unreal. He doesn't want to jinx it.

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Derek's being kind, dismissing what he's been through, but Barry only feels the ache in his chest grow. "I hate that you were alone," he tells him. "Especially after - " Like Derek, Barry can hardly bear to bring so many ghosts into the sacred space of the cabin, and he swallows hard. "After everything. There was no one else in Darrow before me to stay with you?" he asks, suddenly indignant. "None of your friends?"

[triskehale]

"Well, there are other wolves. None of them are like me, though. They can't control their shifts like I can, so we generally stay apart," Derek tells him. He thinks of Stiles, something that he's been doing less and less of in recent months. "I used to have a few people from back home here. There was Scott, another wolf. And there was Malia, who I would spend moons with sometimes, but they disappeared."

He clears his throat, not really wanting to talk about someone he had been with before Barry especially after what's been said between them tonight. But that's what love is, isn't it? It's trust, even with the things that hurt. "And there was Stiles. He was from Beacon Hills too, and we-- we dated, for awhile. Sometimes he would spend moons with me."

There's a slight frown on his face, and while he'll always miss Stiles and care for him in some way, he's glad for the clarity of hindsight. "He ended things, and then said he wanted to try again, and then he disappeared."

His grip on Barry tightens unconsciously, because it's his his new biggest fear. If he lost Barry-- well, he just can't.

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Barry exhales sharply, thinking of how Derek must have felt, to have lost someone, only to get them back, and then have them ripped away again. "That must have been so hard to lose him." He can't help but think of Iris - if she'd ever have found a way to care for him the way he did for her at home, only to end up here without her. God, it would kill him.

"When did he go?" he asks, tightening his arms around Derek in turn.

[triskehale]

"Last March," Derek answers, letting out a breath when Barry squeezes him right back. He knows that there's more he wants to say, and he takes a moment to find the words to voice what he's never said out loud. "I-- I really cared about him, but I don't think it was the same for him. I don't think that I meant as much. When he broke up with me, he said it was because I was too intense. I'm still not really sure what that means."

He sighs and slides down a little, twisting so that he and Barry are face to face. His thigh slips between Barry's legs and he slides his hand up Barry's side as he watches his face. He tries for a joking tone, but it has a bit of a self-conscious edge. "You can deal with me being too intense, right?"

[thescarletspeedster]

"I mean," says Barry, earnest, but his tone light to offset the wobble in Derek's, "Have I seen intense yet?" He lifts his hand now that they're face to face, carding his fingers through the tufts of Derek's dark hair.

"I can throw thunderbolts. Believe me, I know what it's like to love someone who's just not your speed." He thinks of Patty, so sweet and funny and kind. He thinks of the niggling feeling he'd always had around her that it wasn't quite right. "And so far, so good, Derek," Barry continues. "I know you, and I love everything about you. This full moon stuff, as far as I'm concerned that's just icing on the cake."

[triskehale]

Derek doesn't really know what he's expecting to say, but his words seem to take a weight off of Derek's chest. His eyes go bright and he smiles as he watches Barry, wondering how on earth he could have gotten so lucky.

Barry loves him, and Derek had no idea just how badly he wanted that. Derek reaches up to press his hand to Barry's cheek, leaning in to nudge their noses together. "I love you, hummingbird. Thunderbolts and all."

He kisses him deeply, biting softly at his bottom lip before pulling back and grinning at him. "Just don't throw them at me, and we're good."

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"Just the metaphorical ones," says Barry, leaning in to kiss Derek again, "I promise." His heart is still beating wildly, his thoughts on all that Derek has endured in his life both in Darrow and at home, so many events before Barry ever had a chance to be at his side. It...sucks, and Barry whines a little, pulling Derek even closer to him to kiss again.

"I love you, too," he says. "Things are gonna be different, okay? I know one person can't fix everything, or be everything, but I just - I'm gonna be with you, Derek. It's important to me."

[triskehale]

Barry moves in to kiss him again and Derek lifts his head so that their mouths can meet that much quicker. Nothing soothes him quite like Barry's kisses, or his gentle touch. His eyes close and he focuses on the way that their mouths fit together so perfectly, licking the soft little whine right right out of his mouth as he pulls him closer.

"I'll never get sick of hearing that," Derek confesses in a breathless whisper, heart pounding in his chest as Barry speaks to him. The thing is, Derek believes him. He trusts Barry with every fiber of his being, like he never thought that he would trust anyone ever again. "Things are already different. You-- you've done so much for me, and I don't even think you have any idea how much."

He pulls Barry in close and presses their foreheads together, noses bumping before Derek presses a soft kiss to the tip of Barry's nose, to his cheek, to the fullness of his bottom lip. "I'm with you, Barry. You have me."