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For as much time as they spent looking and waiting and planning, it all happens so fast. They're already to fight for the people they care about, and Derek can barely make himself himself hold back long enough to follow the plan.

But then they're inside and Derek tears his way through people trying to fight him off, claws and fangs out and put to good use. The place reeks of pain and misery and fear, and Derek lets out a roar as he throws a guy coming at him aside like the ragdoll. The lights flicker and dim, and they all keep fighting.

Once it's over, once they've won, Derek inhales deeply and rushes towards the familiar scents. He's led to actual cells and he has to bite back a growl. He sees Luke first, but Reid is already rushing towards him so Derek nods at him and then keeps going.

"Barry!" He calls out, tracking him down and skidding against the floor as he runs up to his cell. He wraps his fingers around the bars and chokes on a breath when he spots Barry slumped in a corner, looking beaten up and weak with something around his neck. "Barry, I'm here."

Derek looks around to try and find a weakness in the cell structure and then slams his heel into the lock as hard as he can to try and break it. He grabs the bars and pulls as hard as he can, letting out a frustrated yell before it finally opens and he can squeeze inside.

"Hey, hey, it's me," Derek says as he gets on his knees in front of Barry, reaching out and retracting his claws to cup his cheek as gently as he can. "I've got you."

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"Sounds like a plan," Derek says easily, shifting down onto the bed when Barry does. He's ready to open his arms and pull Barry close, and the question surprises him. He blinks and pauses for a moment, unsure of how to react.

He doesn't think he's ever been the little spoon, not once in his life. He's never been held like that. But he suddenly realizes that he would really, really like to be.

"Sure," Derek says quietly, and it feels like he falls for Barry just a little bit more in that moment. "I, uh-- I've never been the little spoon, so bear with me."

He smiles and gives Barry a lingering kiss before rolling over onto his side and presenting his back to Barry. He feels oddly vulnerable in this position, but with Barry that doesn't seem so much like a bad thing.

"Nobody cuddled this?" asks Barry incredulously as he turns on his side, careful of his ribs. He shifts in close to Derek, curling his body around him and sighing for the warmth. "Everyone else in your life is insane," he murmurs as he rubs his nose against Derek's nape, tucking his face into the crook of his neck. He slides one arm around Derek's middle, indulging in a quick brush of fingertips against his ridiculous abdomen before his hand relaxes.

"Good luck getting away," Barry yawns.

"Not quite like this," Derek says, waiting for Barry to get settled before Derek rests his hand over Barry's on his stomach, threading their fingers together and relaxing comfortably into Barry's tight embrace.

Barry noses at the back of his neck and it makes him shiver, and he lets out a breath before deliberately turning his head to offer Barry the vulnerable stretch of his throat. He doesn't know if Barry will understand the offer for what it is, but it feels good just to have made it, to trust someone so completely that he can bare his throat and the wolf inside of him doesn't even fight it.

"I don't want to get away," Derek assures him, snuggling back and resting his ass against the cradle of Barry's hips just to get even closer.