Sterek Stories - A Collection - I

Summoning a demon - part 6

Friends don't eat friends

"Jesus on a bicycle!" Stiles flails backwards on his bed to avoid the large creature that appears in his room. "Can you not do that?!"

The hellhound looks at him with a blank expression. He has a point: Stiles is the one who summoned Derek and it's not like he can call him in advance to ask if the timing is convenient. He says the spell and whatever Derek is doing in his own world is put on hold until Stiles dismisses him again. Right now, that activity entailed being furry and four legged.
Stiles has a fairly good grasp on how the whole summoning thing works by now. The summoning spell is linked to his intentions: if he calls for Derek to watch a movie with him, the demon can't leave before the thing is done. One time Stiles summoned him for movie night and got interrupted by a phone call from his dad right after Derek arrived. They ended up watching a short Pixar clip on his laptop (while Stiles talked to his dad on the phone) to be able to send the demon back properly.
The summoning circle is supposed to give him control over the demon, yet Stiles suspects Derek could manipulate that power to his benefit if he wanted to. The demon just chooses not to. He is fairly sure Derek is the most polite demon ever, despite his moniker of 'Lord of Destruction' and his generally brooding disposition.

Stiles had hesitated to call Derek over again. Their last encounter, when Derek helped him get rid of a monster spider, was a little... Well, 'off', for lack of a better word. He couldn't help but feel like they'd crossed some sort of boundary there and it wasn't just because the demon crossed the lines of the summoning circle for the first time. Derek showed his human appearance that day, not once, but twice. The first time, Stiles felt like he was just showing off. One minute there was a demon sitting in his desk chair and the next minute the hellish appearance had made way for a classically handsome face. It made sense for a demon to look like sex on legs, he figured, with things like sin and seduction and all that. Yet it wasn't the leather clad bad boy in his room that had made his heart speed up. It was the sleep rumpled man that appeared in his dark room late at night. His genuine fear for spiders had made him reach out to the first person he thought would help and wasn't it a little fucked up that he'd summoned Derek without giving it a second thought?
It had been a surreal experience and yet, Stiles couldn't help but think he'd seen the real Derek that night. Dressed in soft sleep clothes, with his hair mussed up and his feet bare. And he had laughed. Oh god, the sight of Derek laughing had completely upended the image he had of him before. He'd been in his human form too, no sign of fangs or claws. It was just... Derek.
Stiles had lain awake in his bed for a long time after the other left, his heart thumping louder than normal and not because of the spider.

It had taken him a couple of days to essentially get over himself and summon Derek again. So what if it had seemed that the demon also wasn't unaffected by their interactions that night? Stiles had decided they both needed a breather and then they could return to their normal interactions. Because Stiles had certainly gotten used to having Derek around. He enjoyed spending time with the demon, even when he wasn't very talkative.

And he isn't talking now, not in this shape of the giant hellhound, yet Stiles is just happy to have him here. Part of him had feared the demon might not answer to his call and he is grateful that Derek came, until he suddenly realises that Derek didn't have a say in it.
"Oh, shit," he exclaims, clenching his fists in front of his chest. "I am totally forcing you to be here! You can... You don't have to, you know, stay or something. I'm pretty sure that..." He falls silent, thinking back to his reason for calling on the demon. "Yeah, I just summoned you to, you know, I just wanted to see you, say hi. So, hi! Mission accomplished! You can go now if you want! Or stay, you're welcome to stay of course, I wouldn't have called for you if I didn't want you here. But you're free to go, I just want to make that clear. If you don't wanna be here, I understand. I just..." He trails off again, aware that he is rambling nervously.