The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job.

Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited: Never take your eyes off of him in public. That’s how he liked to dodge his last bodyguards. No more than an arm's length apart. He’s more slippery than you’d think. Escort him to and from appearances. Intervene in any situation that might tarnish the Stilinski image...

Coming home from college, the last thing Stiles expected was to be stopped by a hot muscled stranger wearing a BHPD uniform, and he was totally ready to blast the guy in the face if he turned out to be yet another kidnapper looking to get his hands on a young active Spark.

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.

Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –

– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.

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"So, I tried,” Stiles started with an apologetic shrug. “Looks like we're stuck here until we complete the game.”

Derek huffed, Stiles was sure it was another one of his almost-laughs.

"Your mouth usually serves to get us into trouble, not out. I would have surprised me if that had worked.”