@thewitchsvision

"I'd apologize for the glitter bomb but...it was funny."

"Yes an no its complicated"

"Not like I'm going anywhere Vision." Emrys shook the hand cuffs to rattle the chain between them.

"I am aware of your situation"

"So explain."

"I wouldn't be surprised if it was." Emrys took a shaking breath, glad there was no one around to see how disheveled he looked. "I've never understood why Nate wanted me for more than sex. Im... Why would anyone want me? All I am, all I will ever be, is a junkie. I'm clean, sure, but I just traded to the adrenaline high. To fighting. To fucking pranking SHIELD agents. And why would someone so amazing, so kind, so fucking... Nate. Why would Nate want me... I'm nothing..."

He sank down into his depressive thoughts, tears streaking down his cheeks. He had gotten Darren killed. He had ruined his relationship with Peter. He had ruined this relationship, too. Maybe he was too much phoenix to ever have love more than once. Maybe this was the universe's way of course correcting.

Nate must hate him.

He hated himself. Every day was a show, a mask, of calm confidence that only broke around the man he loved. But he had broken it at the wrong time and Nate...

He froze as they turned a corner, guilt curling in his stomach as he saw the man he loved. All the worst thoughts started circling his mind, self loathing cutting himself to shreds. But his body moved with out permission and suddenly he was running.

Running to Nathan and crashing into him.

"I'm sorry. Fuck I'm so sorry Nate."

@agentsanders @helreginn

Only the mist and the fact he didn't know where they were going and what was happening around them would have been enough to cause panic in Nate. The engineer felt totally nervous and uncomfortable as the world around them changed, but he tried to focus on Hel. She was helping him to stay calm. Almost as good as when he was with Emrys.

"Baby steps sounds nice. I feel like I'm going backwards and downhill." Nathan sighed and followed Hel, still holding her hand. But as he saw Emrys, he stopped and stared at him for a second before he let go of Hel's hand and started to walk over to his boyfriend. Nathan was so happy to see Emrys again and that completely unharmed. He would have run, too. But Nathan was a horrible runner.

"Don't ever leave me like that ever again." He said as he wrapped his arms around Emrys and tears began to roll down his face again. "I was so worried about you. I'm sorry. This is my fault."

"I would be." Hel chuckled softly. It would be the most surprising turn of events, given her peculiar insight into both men's mentality.

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"Well, hey. Even that's learning sometimes. If you can turn a fall into a roly poly, you're doing alright."

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It was fortunate they saw each other first. So that neither was confused when Hel wasn't standing beside either. She had been walking at their sides but by the time their gaze met, Hel was altogether in a different spot. Out of the way, her back pressed to rounded corner wall.

Even before either let go of her hands or her arms. She was gone. They just lacked the wherewithal to realise it.

She watched them fall together with a please and relieved smile. Of course she had known it would be as easy as just getting them together and talking to each other. But since her brother had a disdain for his phone, that part was always going to be easier said than done.

"Yeah!" Hel called loudly, "If you're gonna do a runner, take your phone with you, dumbass."

@eyes-blazing @agentsanders

"Hey. No. None of that." Emrys cupped Nates face in his hand, wiping away the tears. "I'm the dumbass who should have known better than to propose like that. Fuck I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean... I had a plan, I promise."

He groaned and glared at Hel, his sister had planned this. How else would Nate be here except for her.

"I'm sorry I forgot my phone, baby. I...I didn't want to get a break-up phone call." He looked down, not letting Nate go. He'd hold on to this man till he was told to let go. "I know... I know how disappointed in me you must be..."

@agentsanders @helreginn

Home At Last||Closed Starter

@ourwrittenstories

Raven took a deep breath as the plane slowly came to a stop. It had been three months in Italy, trying to deal with whatever nonsense Aydens hothead had managed to get himself into now.

He really hated that man.

But he made Ayden happy and she was finally starting to get over Stiles having him arrested so...he put up with it.

And she let him go back to the States a week early.

He had apparently been moping.

The seat belt light had turned off, and there was the inevitable rush of people trying to get off the plane. Raven just waited until most had disembarked to stand and grab his single bag from the overhead compartment. He didn't need to rush.

Stiles had promised to meet him just outside of security.

Stiles slept like a fucking rock. He hadn't been this comfortable in such a long time. Like, guy slept real good. He struggled with sleep ever since being reborn from the nogitsune and had only found a good night's rest when he was with the assassin. The marathon sex the day before probably helped too. "Mmm?" Stiles grumbled, reaching out blindly to grab Raven and pull him close against his chest like a teddy bear. He nuzzled his face messily into his lovers hair while grumbling that he didn't want to wake up and then paused to sniff the air as the funk fully overtook his senses.

"Yeah, no that's....ugh, that's a good idea," He sighed, letting go of Raven to carefully, and literally, peel himself away from the dirty sheets so they could get clean.

Raven chuckled and wrapped his arm around Stiles' waist, kissing his temple.

"And here I was thinking you didn't want to see me dripping wet again."

He grinned, positioning Stiles in the shower and turning the water on before stepping back to just look at him.

"Baby...if I ever try to leave you for more than a day. Hit me. Jesus christ, you're so fucking sexy."

Stiles groaned against Raven's shoulder as the image of his boyfriend soaking wet from the shower popped into his head. He had no business being this god damn sexy it was really unfair. He just woke up!

Once in the shower, Stiles smirked at Raven and gave him the same look he was getting as he reached forward to pull his lover under the hot spray. He kissed him softly with a lazy morning passion before pulling back to look a little more. "That's what I've been saying babe," Stiles purred, his nails scratching down his lovers abdomen slowly to watch his muscles react, "We're supposed to be together. Always."

Ravens' stomach clenched as the nails raked down his stomach, and the assassin leaned in to kiss Stiles again. He held the smaller man close, just basking in the feel of them pressed together.

"Mm. This does not mean you can come with me to work." He nipped gently at Stiles' lower lip. "And I don't know what you're seeing, I look like a drowned cat wet."

"30's y- you know what, you're right. Let's give Old Kite a break," She laughed, her smiling faultering just a little when Ben pushed her hand away. Nessy did as he asked and handed him his phone after wiping most of the blood away with the alcohol wipe in her hand and went back into the bathroom to give him some privacy. "I'm gonna hop in the shower, knock if you need me okay?" She called out softly, closing the door until there was a little less than an inch left open. There was no point cleaning the bathroom tonight, it was going to take hours to get it back to her standards and blood was easier to clean dry, but she still wiped her tub down on the inside as she stepped into to wash herself off from all the blood.

"Ady. Baby you already had a bedtime story." Ben smiled and nodded at Nessy as she said she was hoping in the shower, taking her absence as a queue to clean the apartment. "No baby I can't just read you another one. Cause just three in the morning baby and I still need to shower."

Eventually, his daughter wore him down, like they both knew she would, and Ben sat down to tell her a story.

"You've never had curly fries before?" Stiles asked, balking in surprise at the young blonde's admission. "My guy, you're missing out big time." What kind of life did baby Raven live? Bruises from his dad, a birthday party he didn't even want to be at and now no curly fries? So far Stiles was not impressed. Not at all and if he had the time or the assurance that he wouldn't be fucking up the future he'd be doing everything in his power to fix it. Like, first, his dad needed a taste of his own medicine and he would absolutely be sending the FBI or the CIA or some manner of alphabet government to try and get some heat on the guy. Then he'd take Raven- Duncan- out to get some deliciously greasy food and show him that not everyone in this city was garbage. Fuck. He really needed to get home. "Soooo, where we going? You aren't, like, gonna pull another gun out on me or anything are you? Cause, dude, that was seriously uncool. I was just having a good time, getting drunk and then bam! Hot guy with a gun. My dick is confused and my night is ruined and you haven't even said you were sorry yet! I helped you out of that smelly club! Did you hear what they were playing? I wouldn't force my greatest enemies to sit through Nickleback at a club."

"Can you drop the act that you were getting drunk." Duncan deadpanned at Stiles. "You are easily the most sober person on this street, even if you are extra twitchy."

He shrugged, looking away when the other brought up the gun. How was he supposed to know that this man wasn't a plant by his father. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Apologies only count if you're actually sorry." His mother said that all the time, first to his father then to him. His father never listened, but Duncan always would. "You got a problem with nickleback? That was my party. How do you know I didn't pick the music?"

@thewitchsvision

"I'd apologize for the glitter bomb but...it was funny."

"Yes an no its complicated"

"Not like I'm going anywhere Vision." Emrys shook the hand cuffs to rattle the chain between them.

"I want to be buried deep inside you. I want to pump you so full of my cum so you only smell like me." He groaned, his cock twitching in his hand as he slowed down his own hand.

Finn's free hand tangled into Darren's hand, dragging his face closer into an almost kiss. He panted against the others' lips, bucking into his own hand. "I'm so close...keep talking..."

He let himself be pulled closer, breathing heavily against his lips. He was just as close. He swallowed before he continued to speak lowly. "I want to hear you begging for me and screaming my name as you cover me in your own cum."

Finn cried out as he came, stroking himself through it as he arched towards Darren. "D-Darren! Oh fuck..." He sagged back against the wall, panting hard.

Darren felt as the cum covered his stomach before he began to stroke quicker. The tightness in his stomach was his first warning. He grunted lowly as he came, still stroking himself. "Finn..." He growled lowly.

Finn moaned as he felt Darren's cum coat his torso, finally closing the distance between them to kiss the hell hound deeply. "Shit..."

He leaned down to kiss his head gently before going around to get in himself. "I think I'll be able to survive."

"Oh will you? Never getting to see my piercings again? Never getting to touch them?" Felet grinned.

He whined softly and started the car. "If that is what you desire, I will go along with you."

Felet smiled and reached over to take Ethans hand, pressing it to his chest. "Feel them?"

Ethan rubbed his thumb over the nipple piercing and raised his brow. "Yeah, I do."

Felet hissed out a breath. "Is it doing the same thing for you as getting to see them?"

Late Nights||CLOSED

@eyes-blazing

Darren and Finn had been together officially for a couple months now. It was going really good do far even if the two of them hadn't had sex yet. The man was amazing and Darren felt like he could always be around him.

He was pent up though and he had caught the scent of a heat when he was on a hunt. It filled his senses. It stayed in his mind throughout the entire meeting they were having before he had to go back to the hotel room where Finn was more than likely sleeping since it was so late.

He snuck silently back into the hotel room, locking the door behind him before he moved to strip of his clothes. All hit the floor besides his boxers that were already becoming a tent again as he looked to his boyfriend. He was so beautiful sleeping soundly. He crawled over him and slowly began to kiss down his chest before slipping him out of of his boxers and taking him into his mouth before he began to bob his head slowly on him, looking up at him with dark lust filled eyes.

"If you don't want to, I'm not going to make you." He ran a hand over the back of his neck, looking down nervously.

Finn frowned, moving into Darren's space. "I was teasing baby. I want your cum in me, on me, always. Do you have any idea how good it feels to have your cum dripping down over the marks you left on my thighs?"

He looked up at him again, catching his gaze. "I never thought of it that way..." He sighed in relief. He thought he had said something wrong and upset him.

Finn cupped Darren's face and kissed him softly. "You are slowly erasing the worst thing to ever happen to me every time you touch me. You know that right?"

He leaned into his touch, kissing him back just as softly. He nodded his head slowly, wrapping his arms around Finn. "I just want to make sure you are happy and sometimes I know I can be a little much."

“You waited for me to be okay. If I had woken up and told you to get off me you would have.” Finn smiled softly. “You’ve spent like three months jerking off on my chest because I didn’t want to be fucked but I want to smell like you. You’re not too much. I’m too much but you certainly aren’t.”

"Yes, I would have. Without even thinking about it." He nodded in agreement before he kissed his forehead. "I like doing that though. You know I love mutual jerking offs." He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You are just enough."

Finn smiled, curling his arms around Darren's body. "You just like watching me cum from hearing you talk. Cause you're weird." He teased. "Just enough is someone who's been desperate for you to fuck them but wouldn't let you fuck them?"

"I think it's a skill that I can get you off without even a single touch." He grinned to him, holding him closely. "That sounds like just enough for me. You're the only man who has let me do this for do long."

"It's the growls. Your growls are so sexy." Finn started to tug Darren back towards the bathroom. "And I wouldn't let you do this for a very long time."

He chuckled softly before he growled in his ear. He let himself be tugged into the bathroom with Finn, shutting the door behind them. "I thought I was going to have to wait at least another month."

Finn shuddered at the growl, moaning softly in Darren's ear. "I did too."

"I'm glad that you didn't." He smirked before leaning in to kiss him.

Darren wrapped his arms around Darren's neck, kissing him back. "This doesn't mean that I want you to stop jerking off on me. You're so hot like that."

"I think I can manage to do both. I want my cum to be everywhere on you." He murmured against his lips. "You're so hot underneath me."

"Or I can jerk you off on me." Finn moaned softly, rutting against his hip. "So did I taste as good as you were imagining?"

He moaned when he felt the other pressing against him. His hands moved to his hips. "You tasted amazing, baby."

Finn smirked. "Wanna help me wash up? Get your cum out of my ass so you can refill me later?"

He smiled to him and nodded. "I would love to help you wash up. You want a second round already?" He teased lightly.

Finn shrugged. "You aren't the only one who's been wanting, Darren." He bit his lip. "Just wanted to make sure I'd be okay...didn't want to have to tell you to stop."

Huckleberry~

Closed starter for @eyes-blazing

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"Woah, Roscoe, " Stiles huffed, his dry lips chapped and burned from the blazing sun. There was a creek up ahead running under the path and he intended to get his fill of water before continuing on. With a soft whistle, he lead the horse off of the beaten path and down a small hill where he tied her loosely to a post and began drinking from his hands. Looking over his shoulder, he tugged her reign and moved her so that she, too, could get some water. "Drink up, girl. We still have a few days ahead of us yet."

It was high noon and the sun was unbearable. Well, it was always unbearable, but today Stiles would bet money that it was the worst it's ever been. He only had a little bit of water left in his canteen, hardly enough for him and his horse Roscoe. The chestnut hucul pony had been a wedding gift to his mother from his father back before he was born and after her death he had inherited the beautiful mare as his own. She was getting up there in age, but he wouldn't have trusted any other horse to get him through this trip. He, or rather, they were all moving out to Beacon, an old miner's town out west in need of a new Sheriff. His father had gone out two weeks prior to get the lay of the land and settle in while leaving Stiles behind to tie up all their affairs back home. It hurt, selling his mother's old house, but he had enough of her old trinkets to remember her by already waiting for him at the new place and they really needed the money to pay for their new house. Plus, he trusted Scott like a brother and knew that him and his new wife would take care of the place and fill it with tons screaming babies. It worked out for everyone. Right?

After taking another ten minutes to wade in the creek and clean the sweat off his body, Stiles made his way back over to Roscoe and hopped up on the saddle. He scratched a few flies away from her ears before patting the side of her head with a heavy sigh. "Let's head out, c'mon....Why aren't you moving? C'mon girl," He whistled, pulling sharply at the reigns to get his horse to start moving forward. Instead, she cried out while buckling back and away from the path. She seemed scared of something, like a snake biting at her feet and, instead of listening to Stiles' attempts at calming her down, she took off into the desert landscape with him on top. Screeching out, he tried to take control of the reigns as she ran and buckled and it wasn't until they were miles away from the trail that he managed to settle her down. "Well fuck."

Oh, that wasn't something he had considered. An illicit affair underneath his father and the towns gaze? It was exciting and risky and tugged at his romantic heart strings in a way that should probably be worrisome. The instant attraction and attachment he felt towards a man he met in a cave in the middle of the desert wasn't like him at all, but it felt too natural for him to care. "Fuck," Stiles moaned, his eyes hooded as he watched the other's expression up close, "That- yeah, yeah that- shit, that sounds good." Tugging Duncan closer with his legs, Stiles ducked his head to kiss, lick and bite at the mans neck and noisily panted against his sweaty skin as his body shook from beneath. His nails dug into the mans warm, tanned skin and with a raspy voice he whispered, "I'd let you. Doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing, if I saw you I'd drop everything to get alone with you."

Raven kissed Stiles deeply, moaning against his lips as his hips thrust him deeper into the younger man. He shouldn’t want that, shouldn’t risk the rest of the gang being caught or captured because he couldn’t resist the feeling of Stiles under him. But god help him, he did. It would be so easy, especially if they were working near town, to sneak in and have. So easy to camp close by so he could ride over in the night.

Too easy.

This couldn’t be more than one night. Tomorrow he would send Stiles on his way with a canteen of water and a few new bruises. They would both be safer that way.

“You’re addictive Stiles. Worse than any drink money can buy.”

Stiles was seeing stars. Somehow, Duncan knew exactly how to use his body to give them both maximum pleasure and with such ease, too! He was breaking a sweat, yeah, but not because he was struggling or anything. The man oozed confidence. Stiles could see it each time their eyes met right before he slammed his cock back inside. No, he was enjoying this just as much as Stiles was and it was sexy. "So're you," Stiles panted, licking his way back into the mans mouth to kiss him with more passion than he had shown any of his lovers prior. There was a need and a hunger for Duncan that felt like a wild flame he couldn't control and he didn't want to. He wanted it to burn hot and hard forever. "G-god, your cock feels so good inside me," He moaned, gripping the mans ass roughly to pull him and hold him deep, "It's perfect."

Raven groaned, heat coiling in his stomach. He was close but he didn't want to cum first. He wanted to feel Stiles come undone around him, see him arch.

"Yeah?" He leaned down and whispered in the youngers ear. "Then cum for me."

He leaned back and snapped his hips forward, blue eyes watching every way stiles' body reacted to him.

Huckleberry~

Closed starter for @eyes-blazing

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"Woah, Roscoe, " Stiles huffed, his dry lips chapped and burned from the blazing sun. There was a creek up ahead running under the path and he intended to get his fill of water before continuing on. With a soft whistle, he lead the horse off of the beaten path and down a small hill where he tied her loosely to a post and began drinking from his hands. Looking over his shoulder, he tugged her reign and moved her so that she, too, could get some water. "Drink up, girl. We still have a few days ahead of us yet."

It was high noon and the sun was unbearable. Well, it was always unbearable, but today Stiles would bet money that it was the worst it's ever been. He only had a little bit of water left in his canteen, hardly enough for him and his horse Roscoe. The chestnut hucul pony had been a wedding gift to his mother from his father back before he was born and after her death he had inherited the beautiful mare as his own. She was getting up there in age, but he wouldn't have trusted any other horse to get him through this trip. He, or rather, they were all moving out to Beacon, an old miner's town out west in need of a new Sheriff. His father had gone out two weeks prior to get the lay of the land and settle in while leaving Stiles behind to tie up all their affairs back home. It hurt, selling his mother's old house, but he had enough of her old trinkets to remember her by already waiting for him at the new place and they really needed the money to pay for their new house. Plus, he trusted Scott like a brother and knew that him and his new wife would take care of the place and fill it with tons screaming babies. It worked out for everyone. Right?

After taking another ten minutes to wade in the creek and clean the sweat off his body, Stiles made his way back over to Roscoe and hopped up on the saddle. He scratched a few flies away from her ears before patting the side of her head with a heavy sigh. "Let's head out, c'mon....Why aren't you moving? C'mon girl," He whistled, pulling sharply at the reigns to get his horse to start moving forward. Instead, she cried out while buckling back and away from the path. She seemed scared of something, like a snake biting at her feet and, instead of listening to Stiles' attempts at calming her down, she took off into the desert landscape with him on top. Screeching out, he tried to take control of the reigns as she ran and buckled and it wasn't until they were miles away from the trail that he managed to settle her down. "Well fuck."

Oh, that wasn't something he had considered. An illicit affair underneath his father and the towns gaze? It was exciting and risky and tugged at his romantic heart strings in a way that should probably be worrisome. The instant attraction and attachment he felt towards a man he met in a cave in the middle of the desert wasn't like him at all, but it felt too natural for him to care. "Fuck," Stiles moaned, his eyes hooded as he watched the other's expression up close, "That- yeah, yeah that- shit, that sounds good." Tugging Duncan closer with his legs, Stiles ducked his head to kiss, lick and bite at the mans neck and noisily panted against his sweaty skin as his body shook from beneath. His nails dug into the mans warm, tanned skin and with a raspy voice he whispered, "I'd let you. Doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing, if I saw you I'd drop everything to get alone with you."

Raven kissed Stiles deeply, moaning against his lips as his hips thrust him deeper into the younger man. He shouldn’t want that, shouldn’t risk the rest of the gang being caught or captured because he couldn’t resist the feeling of Stiles under him. But god help him, he did. It would be so easy, especially if they were working near town, to sneak in and have. So easy to camp close by so he could ride over in the night.

Too easy.

This couldn’t be more than one night. Tomorrow he would send Stiles on his way with a canteen of water and a few new bruises. They would both be safer that way.

“You’re addictive Stiles. Worse than any drink money can buy.”

Stiles was seeing stars. Somehow, Duncan knew exactly how to use his body to give them both maximum pleasure and with such ease, too! He was breaking a sweat, yeah, but not because he was struggling or anything. The man oozed confidence. Stiles could see it each time their eyes met right before he slammed his cock back inside. No, he was enjoying this just as much as Stiles was and it was sexy. "So're you," Stiles panted, licking his way back into the mans mouth to kiss him with more passion than he had shown any of his lovers prior. There was a need and a hunger for Duncan that felt like a wild flame he couldn't control and he didn't want to. He wanted it to burn hot and hard forever. "G-god, your cock feels so good inside me," He moaned, gripping the mans ass roughly to pull him and hold him deep, "It's perfect."

Raven groaned, heat coiling in his stomach. He was close but he didn't want to cum first. He wanted to feel Stiles come undone around him, see him arch.

"Yeah?" He leaned down and whispered in the youngers ear. "Then cum for me."

He leaned back and snapped his hips forward, blue eyes watching every way stiles' body reacted to him.

@thewitchsvision

"I'd apologize for the glitter bomb but...it was funny."

"I am aware of a lot of things but it can be different depending on who its with"

"So you can feel emotion."

"Again my capability of emotion is much lower than you think it is. I am aware of what i have but it is much less than what a person would have"

"Just cause your a machine doesn't mean you're not a person."

"So I've been told"

“Do you not believe it?” Emrys frowned slightly.

"I neither believe or believe it consider it me being neutral"

“But…you’re alive. You’ve got thought and reason and…wants.”

"Im in my own category in a way a sort of link that connects the living with advanced robotics"

"That doesn't make you any more or less alive."

@thewitchsvision

"I'd apologize for the glitter bomb but...it was funny."

"I am aware of a lot of things but it can be different depending on who its with"

"So you can feel emotion."

"Again my capability of emotion is much lower than you think it is. I am aware of what i have but it is much less than what a person would have"

"Just cause your a machine doesn't mean you're not a person."

"So I've been told"

“Do you not believe it?” Emrys frowned slightly.

"I neither believe or believe it consider it me being neutral"

“But…you’re alive. You’ve got thought and reason and…wants.”

@edgerated

Emrys sighed as he leaned back in the chair. The police station wasn't where he wanted to spend his day. "Dude. Can you just accuse me of murder like the last guy and let me go home?"

Adam closed the file that was in front of him and sighed. "I can't just do that. I know the last guy had a lot of hate for you but I'm not like that. Also, just trying to do my job."

Emrys paused, snarky retort catching in his throat. “So what? You’re actually going to listen to me when I tell you that my dealer shot Darren?” No one ever believed him, he had been found with the body, covered in his blood, they had fought the day before. No one could ever find the dealer, not that Emrys was sure anyone ever looked. The junkie with a record holding the dead son of a pastor made a fine suspect.

@thewitchsvision

"I'd apologize for the glitter bomb but...it was funny."

"I am aware of a lot of things but it can be different depending on who its with"

"So you can feel emotion."

"Again my capability of emotion is much lower than you think it is. I am aware of what i have but it is much less than what a person would have"

"Just cause your a machine doesn't mean you're not a person."

"So I've been told"

“Do you not believe it?” Emrys frowned slightly.

Huckleberry~

Closed starter for @eyes-blazing

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"Woah, Roscoe, " Stiles huffed, his dry lips chapped and burned from the blazing sun. There was a creek up ahead running under the path and he intended to get his fill of water before continuing on. With a soft whistle, he lead the horse off of the beaten path and down a small hill where he tied her loosely to a post and began drinking from his hands. Looking over his shoulder, he tugged her reign and moved her so that she, too, could get some water. "Drink up, girl. We still have a few days ahead of us yet."

It was high noon and the sun was unbearable. Well, it was always unbearable, but today Stiles would bet money that it was the worst it's ever been. He only had a little bit of water left in his canteen, hardly enough for him and his horse Roscoe. The chestnut hucul pony had been a wedding gift to his mother from his father back before he was born and after her death he had inherited the beautiful mare as his own. She was getting up there in age, but he wouldn't have trusted any other horse to get him through this trip. He, or rather, they were all moving out to Beacon, an old miner's town out west in need of a new Sheriff. His father had gone out two weeks prior to get the lay of the land and settle in while leaving Stiles behind to tie up all their affairs back home. It hurt, selling his mother's old house, but he had enough of her old trinkets to remember her by already waiting for him at the new place and they really needed the money to pay for their new house. Plus, he trusted Scott like a brother and knew that him and his new wife would take care of the place and fill it with tons screaming babies. It worked out for everyone. Right?

After taking another ten minutes to wade in the creek and clean the sweat off his body, Stiles made his way back over to Roscoe and hopped up on the saddle. He scratched a few flies away from her ears before patting the side of her head with a heavy sigh. "Let's head out, c'mon....Why aren't you moving? C'mon girl," He whistled, pulling sharply at the reigns to get his horse to start moving forward. Instead, she cried out while buckling back and away from the path. She seemed scared of something, like a snake biting at her feet and, instead of listening to Stiles' attempts at calming her down, she took off into the desert landscape with him on top. Screeching out, he tried to take control of the reigns as she ran and buckled and it wasn't until they were miles away from the trail that he managed to settle her down. "Well fuck."

Oh, that wasn't something he had considered. An illicit affair underneath his father and the towns gaze? It was exciting and risky and tugged at his romantic heart strings in a way that should probably be worrisome. The instant attraction and attachment he felt towards a man he met in a cave in the middle of the desert wasn't like him at all, but it felt too natural for him to care. "Fuck," Stiles moaned, his eyes hooded as he watched the other's expression up close, "That- yeah, yeah that- shit, that sounds good." Tugging Duncan closer with his legs, Stiles ducked his head to kiss, lick and bite at the mans neck and noisily panted against his sweaty skin as his body shook from beneath. His nails dug into the mans warm, tanned skin and with a raspy voice he whispered, "I'd let you. Doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing, if I saw you I'd drop everything to get alone with you."

Raven kissed Stiles deeply, moaning against his lips as his hips thrust him deeper into the younger man. He shouldn’t want that, shouldn’t risk the rest of the gang being caught or captured because he couldn’t resist the feeling of Stiles under him. But god help him, he did. It would be so easy, especially if they were working near town, to sneak in and have. So easy to camp close by so he could ride over in the night.

Too easy.

This couldn’t be more than one night. Tomorrow he would send Stiles on his way with a canteen of water and a few new bruises. They would both be safer that way.

“You’re addictive Stiles. Worse than any drink money can buy.”