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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]

"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?"

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"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.

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"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?"

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"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."

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"Okay," whispers Barry, his throat tight. His heart is so full with it, everything he feels and everything Derek is telling him, promising him, he doesn't know how he's meant to contain it all. He might burst, and Barry's body gives a low hum, vibrating in quick, fine pulses against Derek's.

He curls his arms around Derek and kisses him again, careful lest he burst after all, and feels some of the urgency he'd felt earlier tonight return. It's different this time, softer somehow, deeper, his body not strung tight with want but glowing with it. "Derek," Barry murmurs, opening his mouth to kiss him deeper.

[triskehale]

Everything about Barry right now is calling to Derek's senses, every single one of them. It's his scent that's driving him crazy, though. Or maybe it's the way he looks, or the way he tastes. All of it's incredible and Derek hums as Barry vibrates against him. The sensation sends a small thrill through his body and he opens his mouth easily against Barry's kiss.

His scent goes spicy sweet again, tinged with a fresh burst of arousal and Derek whimpers helplessly as his eyes slip shut. Barry says his name and Derek can only nod, offering up whatever it is that Barry wants from him, offering everything. Their kiss deepens, tongues meeting as Derek grabs Barry's thighs and pulls him in closer.

It's different than earlier tonight, when it was all primal need. That's still there, but it's more now. Derek wants to be inside of him but it isn't just to get off; it's to be with him, to be a part of him. He wants to be as close as he possibly can and then even closer still. He lifts Barry slightly and shifts back so that he can sit up, raising his knees so that Barry can rest against his thighs. He's still kissing Barry as he positions him, reaching between them to circle his hole with two fingers and make sure that he's still slick and open. "Like this, okay?"

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Derek seems to know exactly what Barry wants, or perhaps they simply want the same thing, to connect again as they had before, this time face to face. "Yeah," he breathes in agreement, biting his lip as Derek's fingers circle against his hole. The slickness there is the only evidence that remains of their previous lovemaking, his body open but no longer tender or sore, just aching.

"Keep kissing me," he says against Derek's lips, body folded comfortably and surrounded almost completely by Derek's. "Please, I want it slow this time."

[triskehale]

"I will," Derek breathes out, reaching up with his free hand to cup the back of Barry's head as he kisses him again, soft and lingering. They want the exact same thing, as they so often do, and Derek curls an arm around Barry's waist to lift him up. He positions his cock at Barry's entrance and watches his face as he presses inside slowly, letting out a soft exhalation of air.

He holds onto Barry's waist and lets him sink down slowly, and then grips Barry's hips once he's fully seated back in Derek's lap. His fingers are shaking and his chest feels tight, and he can't bring himself to move just yet. He revels in the sensation of being buried so deeply inside of the man who means so much to him. He reaches up to cup his cheeks, eyes bright as he slides the pads of his thumbs along Barry's cheekbones as he draws him close enough for their lips to touch.

"I love you," he says quietly, and there's a desperate note to his voice. He still can't believe that he can say it, and that someone as wonderful as Barry will say it back to him. "Barry."

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Barry breathes out, and for all his intentions to kiss Derek and never stop, he's lost for a while in the slow slide of Derek's cock, pressing deeper and deeper until he's fully seated. Barry groans and opens his eyes, kissing Derek readily when Derek cups his face so tenderly.

"I love you," he echoes, thighs flexing as he rises, fucking himself down again with another groan. Derek feels so good, and in a way that Barry wants to chase slowly. He winds his arms around Derek's shoulders and lets him see it, how incredible he feels inside of him, how right. "God, this is perfect."

[triskehale]

Derek swears that his chest is about to burst open, and he lets out a breathless whimper at Barry's words. His arms go around Derek and he keeps his eyes open, watching Barry's face. His expression is naked and open, and Derek can't even bring himself to blink.

For one brief moment, Derek sees himself through Barry's eyes. He seems himself as a good man, someone worthy of love. It makes him gasp, and he feels lighter than he has in over a decade. It won't last but right now all the grief and anger and guilt are gone. There's just this, only this, and he's so grateful to Barry for this moment of peace.

"Perfect," he repeats on an exhale, reaching up to cup the back of Barry's head and bring their foreheads together as he slowly rolls his hips up to meet Barry's easy movements. "I never want this to stop."

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Barry smiles breathlessly, his movements slow but each one bringing with it a new wave of pleasure as he watches it break over Derek's face, hope and wonder and tentative joy. He's so beautiful, he always is, but like this he's nearly enough to break Barry's heart.

"It is," he says, "You are," and kisses Derek before he can argue. He has to break away to move again, and Barry tips his head back, gasping as lightning trips almost leisurely across his skin. "Derek."

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Barry's head tips back and Derek moves forward, laying Barry out on the bed and leaning over him. He plants his elbows into the bed on either side of Barry's shoulders and presses their stomachs together, rolling his hips slowly as he drags his lips along Barry's jaw.

"Wrap your legs around me," he breathes out, pressing in deep as he grabs one of Barry's hands and threads their fingers together. He pins their joined hands above Barry's head and looks at them for a moment, the way their fingers fit together, how they're both holding on so tightly that their knuckles have gone white. "God, Barry."

Derek doesn't have the words for everything that he wants to say, so he presses his mouth to Barry's and says it all with his kiss and how close they are, the way he slides into Barry so slow and deep. "Maybe it's the moon, maybe it's the wolf-- but I swear that you were made for me."

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The world spins pleasantly, and Barry finds himself on his back, not an inch between their bodies as Derek continues to thrust into him. He groans, pulling his legs up and around Derek's hips, holding himself open as Derek twines their fingers together.

He gasps into Derek's mouth and nods, trying to find the words. "Maybe I was," he says, head tipped back as Derek fucks in deep, "Do you know," he breathes, "The odds? Of two people stranded in a bubble universe, at the right time, together?" Barry laughs, short and breathless. "It's astronomical."

[triskehale]

Derek hums as Barry's legs go up and around him, pulling him closer and allowing him to sink just a little deeper. Barry's hips are tilted at just the right angle for Derek to hit his prostate and he takes full advantage, nudging his cock against it with each slow thrust.

He watches, wide eyed and awed, as Barry speaks. His words are punctuated by Derek's cock sinking into him and when he laughs like that, Derek is nearly overwhelmed by how beautiful he is.

"I can't believe that I found you," Derek breathes out as he leans in to press his mouth to Barry's throat. He bites down, letting his teeth sink into skin because he wants more than anything to leave a lasting mark on Barry, wants to be a part of him forever. On the next thrust, he's sure to hit just the right spot while he drags his tongue across the mark to soothe the sting. "I never want you to let me go."

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Derek bites down hard, and the sharp ache paired with the nudge of Derek's cock against his sweet spot is enough to make Barry keen, pleasure and pain signals so entangled he can't tell one from the other, every movement Derek makes driving his pulse higher despite the slow slide of his hips.

"Derek," Barry breathes, answering him with blunt nails against his back, fingers scrabbling for purchase as Derek's hips drive unerringly inside him. He won't let go. He never wants to let go. "I won't, I promise."

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He promises.

It makes Derek shiver because he knows that Barry means what he says. It's a promise that he intends to keep if he can and there's so much relief at the fact that Derek knows that he can trust him. With Barry, he never has to doubt that he's sincere.

"I promise," Derek echoes, sliding his arms under Barry's shoulder and kissing his chin, letting his thrusts pick up speed as they both get closer to the edge. He angles his hips down so that Barry's cock is trapped between their bellies, hoping that it's enough friction. "Come on, Barry. Let me feel you."

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"Oh God," Barry moans as Derek changes the angle, hips moving faster even as the flat of his belly drags against Barry's cock. "Like that, Derek, please," he begs, even as he knows Derek will give him everything he needs, holding him in his arms as the thrust of his hips pushes Barry closer and closer to the edge.

It's a slow climb, tender and aching, and Barry's soft sounds of pleasure are nearly whimpers when he feels himself begin to come. He lifts his chin and finds Derek's mouth, sighing into it as he spends between them. "You," he says, breathless despite their slow pace, "Now you."

[triskehale]

Derek's own pleasure builds, but he focuses unblinkingly on Barry. Each soft little noise sends another small spark up Derek's spine, and he can't look away until Barry leans up to kiss him. He cups the back of Barry's head and kisses him back, whimpering quietly against his lips when Barry comes between them.

Barry urges him to let go and Derek nods, nudging their noses together and panting against Barry's mouth as his orgasm crashes over him like a wave. He spills deep into Barry with a soft moan, sliding his fingers through Barry's hair as he lowers himself on top of him. He smiles softly, mouthing at Barry's jaw and letting out a breath. "Wow."

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Derek comes buried inside of him as deep as he can go, and Barry feels another surge of pleasure, not orgasm but just as bone deep and satisfying. It folds over him as warm and secure as Derek's arms, and Barry breathes out. "Wow," he echoes as Derek noses at him, that sweet sound he'd made still ringing in Barry's ears.

He smiles, so huge it feels his cheeks will crack with it. "I mean, that was pretty good, right?" he asks, teasing because it feels like if he doesn't, absurdly, he might cry. "Top ten for sure."

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Derek takes most of his weight on his arm where it's resting on the bed, and uses his free hand to reach up and touch the side of Barry's neck. His pulse thrums under Derek's thumb and he watches as Barry smiles so wide and bright.

He's teasing, but Derek can feel and hear how fast his heart is beating. He can see the way Barry's eyes are shining, and Derek understands. Sometimes when they come together like this, it's so intense that Derek can hardly breathe.

"It was definitely up there," Derek replies, smiling back at him and sliding his fingers through Barry's soft hair. He goes in for another kiss, this one soft and lingering, and he's smiling when he pulls back to look at him again. The bite mark on Barry's neck is already starting to heal, and Derek lightly brushes his thumb over it. "This reminds me, I got you something. But I also really don't want to move."

Getting up would mean pulling out of Barry, disentangling all their limbs, and Derek relaxes and rests his head on Barry's chest because he just can't fathom doing anything else.