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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, mentions_of_Scott_McCall/Allison_Argent
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Mentions_of_Scott_McCall,
      mentions_of_Allison_Argent
  Additional Tags:
      Spark_Stiles, BAMF_Stiles, Alpha_Peter_Hale, Underage_Sex, Orgasm_Denial,
      Clothed_Frottage, I_might_have_missed_some_tags, WIP
  Series:
      Part 2 of Ruined_to_Perfection
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-20 Completed: 2016-07-27 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 6173
****** Not "FIN" after-all: The Ruination of Stiles Stilinski by Peter Hale
******
by mamasita13
Summary
     In which Stiles has a serious conversation with Peter Hale.
Notes
     I'm glad you liked this story and I thought it was really finished,
     but it looks as if I found some inspiration. Thanks again, constant
     readers, for reading and all the kudos you give. I made this into a
     series instead. Sorry for those of you who already read it.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
 Chapter 3: Not so ‘fin’ after all: The Ruination of Stiles Stilinski by Peter
                                     Hale
                                        
“You love me?” Stiles asks Peter Hale. He doesn’t look at Peter. Stiles knows
the answer. Stiles can’t bring himself to care that the question is so needy so
clingy. Stiles sounds exactly like a virgin would sound and well since he is
one he’ll cut himself some slack. 
 
They're naked and Stiles is feeling loopy from their first round of sex. It was
very vanilla yet very nice mutual hand jobs. He's still a virgin in lots of
ways except for the feeling of another person's hands on his cock so he’s
looking forward to more. It is exquisite that feeling of more.
 
It was nice the sex. Peter had been gentle and it had been intimate. More
intimate than what Stiles expected. Stiles had been expecting Peter to be rough
and selfish almost mean about the whole virgin thing but Stiles was wrong.
Peter was none of those things.
 
Peter had been a great big teddy bear. Checking on Stiles constantly making
sure Stiles was OK asking if it felt good telling Stiles that Peter would take
care of Stiles. Peter’s focus on Stiles never wavered. It was intense and
Stiles is a selfish horny teenager who just reveled in the feeling of being in
Peter’s sights.
 
If Stiles hadn’t already felt that Peter was his soulmate then he would have
held back in giving Peter everything, but Peter had been more than Stiles
asked. Peter, Stiles knew, was his soulmate and Stiles would eventually fall in
love with Peter but this was the first stirrings of that love in Stiles' chest.
It would just be a matter of time before the wolf was settled into Stiles'
heart permanently.
 
“It's a little too early for me to use those words, Sweetheart. Of course, I
find you fascinating, sweetheart. I'm intrigued by your limits and how hard I
can push them. That includes your magic. I want to know how much power you have
and I think it's going to be fun finding out just what you can accomplish.”
Peter answered truthfully. No hesitation, no doubt in his voice.
 
“Well, I think there’s someone out there for everyone. It’s just that people
don’t think that and most people aren’t observant. They ignore it.” Stiles
presses, lifting himself up on his elbow. “I mean, well that is to say. Like,
OK, I know you’re my soul mate, right?” Stiles asks as Peter gives him a get-
to-your-point look. “You could easily and totally do so much better than me.”
Stiles gestures between them.
 
“Could I? I seriously doubt it.” Peter mumbles and puffs out a breath. “You
accept me, yeah? I don't have to hide from you. You know what I am and what I
can do and yet you don’t care. I could go out right now and murder some
stranger and you'd probably hide the evidence.”
 
Stiles laughs, “Yeah, I'd probably be right there with you. The left hand of
the king and stuff. I'd even do it for you, maybe,” Peter is smirking and looks
Stiles in the eye. His look doesn't waver and it's intensely being under
Peter's scrutiny. Stiles tries not to squirm. “That’s because you’re my
soulmate, see? I would do anything for you. I will eventually love you more
than you love me. If you ever get to that point, that is.” Stiles says finally
breaking eye contact to lay on his back to stare at the ceiling. He tucks his
elbow behind his head.
 
“That, pet, right there," Peter says, voice almost breaking. "Stiles you are
just, fuck, I'm so glad you're mine. So glad you like me so fucking much!”
Peter sounds strangely vulnerable that it makes Stiles catch his breath. He
looks over at the werewolf with a lift of both eyebrows.
 
Stiles knows about Christopher Argent and Peter's secret desire for him. OK so
Stiles knows he's going to get Argent for Peter.
 
“Peter,” Stiles says with hesitation. His next words are swallowed by Peter’s
kiss. It’s hungry and impatient, all teeth and sloppy mouth swallowing his
tongue. It lasts so long that they're both panting when Peter pulls away.
Kissing Stiles' lips chastely.
 
“Don’t ever doubt that I’ll get there eventually,” Peter tells him. His lips
kissing Stiles’ between each word. Stiles opens his eyes, not realizing he’d
closed them at some point.
 
“Yeah, you should know, I don’t ever doubt you. Ever. In case I didn’t tell you
before, I think you're my soul mate, Peter Hale.” Stiles says with a happy
smile on his lips that Peter kisses away after he rolled his eyes dramatically.
Stiles kisses Peter lazily, wrapping his leg around the werewolf just to feel
skin on skin. Stiles traces Peter's collarbone all the way up to his shoulders.
He tucks himself into the natural curve of Peter's arm pit and breathes in
their mixed scents.
 
Peter's is musky and Stiles suddenly wishes for heightened olfactory receptors.
He sighs contentedly for what he can smell. Peter's hand goes to his head and
is just rubbing it lazily over the short cropped hair.
 
“I don't think I'm yours, though,” Stiles says quietly as Peter sighs. He lifts
Stiles' head and rests their foreheads against each other. Peter pulls away to
stare at him. Peter is startled and for once, Stiles doesn’t know what the man
is thinking. He knows werewolves don't mate for life. They are not like wolves
in that respect at least.
 
Peter’s soul mate is Christopher Argent. So even though wolves mate for life,
Stiles knows werewolves are like people. People have soulmates and unlike
people, werewolves are lucky enough that they can find their soulmates. It's
much easier for them than it is for humans. Heightened senses give them an
overall advantage over the human population.
 
Peter's face closes off immediately. “No, don't do that, please,” Stiles says
desperately to keep them in the afterglow. He puts his hand on Peter's cheek,
rubbing his thumb over his lips. “Just… It’s OK with me." Stiles says as he
stares at the man's lips. He focuses his look at Peter's electric blue eyes.
"I’m OK that you’re my soulmate but I’m not yours. I’m just lucky to have found
you. OK, asshole?” Stiles says grabbing onto the man's ear and pulling him into
a kiss where he sucks on the man's bottom lip. Stiles pulls away before it
becomes deeper. “Hey, you know, when it eventually happens, I'll love you more
than you love me and I'm OK with that, it's fine. But Peter, you deserve to
have what you want. I can get him for you.”
 
The look on Peter's face moves from closed off to shocked in a matter of
seconds, but he recovers quickly. Peter looks away from Stiles and stares at
the ceiling. He's thinking about it.
 
Finally, he looks at Stiles like he's got to ask questions, get answers, but
then Peter shakes his head.
 
“No, I don't want him like that. Besides, he chose his family and tradition
over me. Broke my heart the fucking bastard. He doesn’t deserve this.” Peter
says sweeping his hand over himself, half-jokingly. The vehemence in his voice
is telling. Stiles doesn’t miss the bitterness, either.
 
Stiles sighs and kisses his temple and says, “OK.” Ends the conversation with a
resigned and exasperated sigh. Stiles is already formulating a plan to get
Christopher Argent for Peter. He can only hope that Peter is not too upset
about it.
 
“Stiles,” Peter says and is looking offended. It’s apparent that he’s been
trying to get Stiles’ attention for quite some time. “Did I just lose you to
your thoughts? I want to know what they are.” Peter demands, his eyebrows
knitting together towards the middle of his forehead. Stiles does not resist
the urge to smooth them out with his finger.
 
Stiles feels guilty and gives Peter a sheepish apologetic look, because yes, he
just did get lost in his planning to get Chris. He’s already got a half-
formulated plan and it won’t be anything close to nefarious or illegal. Morally
wrong in the eyes of well, of everybody. But Stiles has always been morally
fluid. Stiles doesn’t give a shit what people think anyway.
 
It’ll just be plain old human male stealing married human male. It’ll suck for
the man’s kid and wife, but what Peter wants, Peter gets is Stiles’ new
philosophy.
“Sorry,” Stiles says, not sounding sorry at all. “My thoughts are way more
expensive than a penny. Although, you didn’t exactly offer any monetary
compensation for said thoughts. They’ll still cost you.” Stiles says smirking
and wiggling his eyebrows. “That is, if you’re up to it, old man.” Before Peter
can even react, Stiles jumps from his arms and the bed, wiggling his ass,
staring at the werewolf. “You’ll have to catch me first.” He says with a wink
as he runs from the bedroom laughing hysterically. Peter looks delectable in
his surprise that slowly changes to a look of the preternatural predator in his
eyes before Stiles runs away.
 
Stiles is hoping Peter will forget all about being ignored during the chase and
subsequent sex that is sure to follow.
 
And the chase is on.
***** Chapter Four: I Should Have Stayed Home *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Stiles feels like he took a dose of the blue pill; the red
     pill he was on previously has worked through his system in spades.
Chapter Notes
     I made some changes to the story but only a few typos.
“Shit!” Stiles yells as he runs away from the angry Omega running at him. Let’s
face it all Omegas Stiles will probably meet will be angry. All of them will
also be running at him wanting to kill him. Stiles doesn’t have the kind of
luck to meet Omegas before they get to the angry-I’m-going-to-kill-you phase.
 
 
 
Stiles is reluctant to use his magic on the beast. Instinct is telling him to
run. He's not afraid. There is a low-grade worry that tells him that he should
be. 
 
 
 
Instead Stiles is strangely turned on by this. The fear that should be there is
absent. The natural instinct to run is there but only because Stiles likes to
be chased. 
 
 
 
OK. This could go straight to shit and Stiles could die but he doesn’t think
Peter would be too heartbroken. At least not after only been two days.
 
 
 
Even though Stiles had proclaimed his undying devotion to Peter that doesn’t
mean that Peter actually believes Stiles despite all Stiles has done so far.
Peter doesn’t trust anyone or anything that easily and Stiles gets it because
Stiles is the same way.
 
 
 
Except, of course, when it came to Peter Fucking Hale then all bets are off.
There was no fear no angst no doubt that the man was the other half of Stiles'
soul. It was very much like slotting puzzle pieces together and everything
falling into place. It was pure want to serve the man with nothing but utter
devotion.
 
 
 
That’s why Stiles finds himself running away from a rogue Omega in the middle
of the Hale preserve. Stiles' utter devotion to doing as Peter pleases to do as
asked is instinct.
 
 
 
Stiles never thought he’d say it but he suddenly wishes he hadn’t been getting
so much sex of late. The pangs he feels on muscles he didn’t even know existed
before Peter Fucking-Amazing-Sex-God Hale took Stiles to his bed are making
themselves known with every running step Stiles takes.
 
 
 
The sweat is running down his face.
 
Gross!
 
Stiles feels it running down the middle of his chest and back. Seriously. Why
didn’t Stiles stretch before he ventured outside today? Oh! Yeah because he’s
an idiot and he didn’t think he’d need it. Why would he? As much as Stiles
loves Batman and likes to think of himself as Batman the real antihero that
Stiles identifies with is Deadpool. They both believe in minimal effort.
Besides – Stiles wasn’t meant to be chased after by an Omega werewolf bent on
Stiles' death. Stiles risks a look back and who the fuck knew…
 
 
 
Wait is that Derek Hale? Holy shit Stiles that IS Derek Fucking Hale chasing
Stiles through the fucking Hale preserve. Could this day get any worse? And of
course, the guy is not one to give up easily so yeah it could get worse.
 
 
 
Damn it! What the fuck was Peter thinking anyway? Stiles is supposed to be at
the Hale house with Peter looking in on Kate Argent. Stiles would rather be
watching her squirm in pain with Stiles purposefully not talking to her totally
relishing the fact that she’s in pain.
 
 
 
Instead Peter sends Stiles out to ‘deal’ with the rogue Omega. Peter had just
heard the beast wake up in the middle of the preserve. Peter’s confidence that
Stiles can actually deliver was the main reason Stiles hadn’t even blinked when
Stiles had said OK.
 
 
 
Oh! Shit! Stiles look where the fuck you’re going idiot. From where in the fuck
did that branch come?
 
 
 
Stiles flails to the forest floor and is flat on his ass with a resounding
headache after rolling into the fall like a stuntman. Just as suddenly as
Stiles was on the ground Hale is on him.
 
 
 
This is it! I’m dead and not once did I even think to use my magic on him. It’s
because I have suddenly grown a bleeding fucking heart. I’m such a moron!
 
 
 
Stiles doesn’t know what to think because: what the fuck is this? Derek Fucking
Hale is sniffing him. It doesn’t feel as if the beast is scent marking because
Stiles knows what that feels like. Peter’s been doing that to him in between
and during the fucking.
 
 
 
And. This. Is. Not. Scent. Marking. Not even by a long shot. The beast because
that’s what Hale is right now more beast than man is smelling him. Hale is
actually smelling every part of him that Peter touched both intimately and by
casual contact. Stiles realizes he’s got a chance to live now because Peter
touched him everywhere. There is no part of Stiles that doesn’t bear Peter’s
scent.
 
 
 
“Derek? Hey. Derek?  Buddy?” Stiles asks stretching out the word ‘hey’ putting
his hands tentatively on the beasts’ head. To his surprise Hale actually leans
into Stiles' touch. From out of Hale's throat a strange sort of purring begins
to make its way to Stiles' ears. “Fuck. OK. So. Werewolves purr? Huh. You’re
just Mr. Purr-fect huh?” Stiles asks smiling nervously running his hands
through Hales’ head and moving to scratch behind the beast’s ear.
 
 
 
Derek opens his eyes which bleed from a preternatural werewolf blue to a
beautiful human hazel with a pupil that is so dark it’s almost red the green
slowly taking on the color of green to rival the forest around them. The eye
color finally stabilizes when a blue ring appears as an outline around the
hazel green. So very hot making Stiles wish his eyes weren’t so boring brown.
Stiles hadn’t before realized but it made sense that Derek is the rogue Omega.
 
Stiles groans as he lays his head on the forest floor. Stiles gets a rock to
the back of the head as thanks. He’s got a hot werewolf on him making the
branches he’s laying on dig into his back uncomfortably. Stiles means hot as in
a furnace sweltering Hell heat. Not that Derek isn’t hot like burning but he’s
got Peter now and even Derek Just-Walked-Out-Of-A-Fucking-GQ-Magazine-Cover
Hale pales in comparison.
 
 
 
Derek sighs in what Stiles thinks might be an expression of relief but could be
resignation but is most likely exasperation. Thinking back to his comment
Stiles is pretty sure it’s exasperation. Derek drops his head onto Stiles’
chest.
 
 
 
“It was bad enough with the dog jokes but you’ve got cat jokes now too?” Derek
mumbles into his chest. “Asshole!”
 
 
 
Derek isn’t the funniest guy Stiles has ever met but for some reason the
statement strikes Stiles as hilarious probably because Stiles is hysterical.
He’s feeling elated that he’s not dead and that he’s somehow brought back Derek
from the brink of murder. Namely murdering Stiles.
 
 
 
Why did Stiles think he could take on this rogue Omega on his own and damn it
why didn’t he realize it was Derek? Granted he has been distracted lately. But
to panic and run instead of using his magic? What the actual fuck? He hasn’t
done that since well since his mom passed away.
 
 
 
So yeah there's that slight distraction. But then there’s the distraction that
is Peter Hale.
 
 
 
OK then maybe because he was getting fucked into the mattress by the boy’s
uncle. And to Stiles there is no doubt that despite Derek’s age mentally he’s
still a sixteen-year-old boy. He’ll need therapy lots of it to get over the
whole rape? Accosting? Betrayal? Mental anguish? That was Kate Fucking Argent.
 
 
 
Stiles finally sobers and looks down at Derek’s head. He tries to extricate
himself but Derek has a pretty good grip on him. Stiles shifts to the side so
that they can both be more comfortable but Derek is naked and has his head on
Stiles' chest.
 
 
 
Stiles doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He sighs in resignation as he
moves his right hand up to Derek’s head. He lets his left hand fall limply at
his side.
 
 
 
Stiles feels a stirring in his chest. It’s the forming of a pack bond.
It's barely there. The bond is forming itself tight around Stiles' heart. Derek
begins to purr again.
 
 
 
 “You smell like Alpha Mate” Derek says contentedly.
 
 
 
Stiles’ brain is going a mile a minute as usual. He goes back to his earlier
thought about Derek having a sixteen-year old’s mindset. Then he’s thinking
about asking Deaton for a good werewolf therapist. OK maybe not Deaton but
somebody. Because they exist OK? If they don’t he’ll make one. The third thing
he’s thinking is what to make for dinner now that he’s gotten Peter a new Beta.
 
 
 
So back to the whole Derek being a sixteen-year boy thing. Kate Argent managed
to trap him mentally as a sixteen-year-old when she took advantage of him.
Stiles groans and in reaction Derek shifts again pulling him closer to him bt
putting Derek's leg over Stiles’.
 
If Derek's relationship with Kate had ended on Derek's terms then Derek would
have been OK. He would have eventually seen Kate for what she was and would
have ended it.
 
Instead, Kate ended it. As it ended so tragically Derek is stuck at sixteen
maybe even thirteen aunable to move forward. Stiles will have to do something.
 
 
 
Maybe not but now no one will ever know. Kate could have strung along Derek
until the boy was no longer useful to her. Things are the way they are now and
there is no telling what would have happened.
 
 
 
“I guess this means you’re no longer an Omega?” Stiles asks his new pack mate.
Derek doesn’t respond as he tenses on top of Stiles. He had been moving his
head to get at a new spot that had Peter’s scent. Stiles’ chest is where
Peter’s hand usually lands when they sleep.
 
 
 
That actually gets Stiles thinking about Peter. If Stiles’ theory about Derek
is right the kid is still stuck at age sixteen, then will the same thing happen
to Stiles?
 
 
 
Granted Stiles didn’t feel like he was being taken advantage of at the time.
It’s the exact opposite he felt like he took advantage of Peter. The man was at
his most vulnerable but Stiles is sixteen so it could be said the much older
man took advantage of him.
 
 
 
It could be said but it wouldn’t be true. Stiles doesn’t think so because
Stiles is emotionally stable. It doesn’t matter if he is being taken advantage
of. Peter’s his soul mate. As Stiles sees it it’s Peter’s right to do what he
wants with Stiles.
 
 
 
Derek lifts his head from his chest and looks out towards the forest.
 
 
 
“Someone’s coming.” He says looking pointedly at something Stiles doesn’t see.
Derek looks down at himself then back up at Stiles with both eyebrows lifted.
He’s oddly vulnerable in a way that Stiles has ever seen the boy. Stiles sighs
and takes out a bag of mountain ash with his left hand. His right hand is
pushing Derek back to his chest. It’s obvious that the boy is not ready to
leave.
 
 
 
The bag opens in his palm and mountain ash comes out of the bag in a string. It
forms a wide circle around them.
 
 
 
“It’s like the terminator movie where the natives saw the forest moving?”
Stiles says gesturing in the general direction of the circle. Derek tilts his
head and if Stiles wasn’t looking at him he’d have missed the tiny quirk up of
his lip.
 
 
 
Derek’s hazel forest green eyes lighten as Stiles watches him. It’s apparent
that he wants to see this in action. Stiles smiles indulgently as he puts the
bag of mountain ash on his stomach. He looks around himself grabs a good-sized
stick close to him. Stiles gathers his magic and the mountain ash starts
surrounding the branch.
 
 
 
Even though it’s in his hand the mountain ash still does a good job of
camouflaging the stick and it does indeed look as if the forest is mirrored by
the mountain ash. Stiles thanks his natural curiosity ADHD all the hours spent
watching TV surfing the internet and reading books. It’s where most of his
ideas originate.
 
 
 
Derek made to grab the branch before the mountain ash barrier stops him. He
looks at Stiles pleadingly and Stiles nods his head at the branch. As he
watches Stiles though the mountain ash began to move up and a part of the stick
itself was again soon visible. Derek held out his hand and Stiles handed it to
him. Derek grabbed the exposed stick and started waving it. He was like a kid
with a new toy.
 
 
 
It hit Stiles again how much Kate Argent had fucked with the boy. Stiles thinks
that if Kate had really loved Derek that maybe it would have worked out with
them and the kid would be alright. It did nothing to soothe the anger Stiles
still held for the woman.
 
 
 
He thought about Kate in her prison suddenly glad that he hadn’t killed her.
Stiles gathered his magic around him and thought flame. Stiles knew his magic
obeyed him even if he wasn’t there to see it occur.
 
 
 
Stiles put his hand on Derek’s head and started running his hands through it.
It was just too fucking perfect. Stiles was kind of mad that the boy didn’t
wear any product in his hair. Damn him and his gorgeous good looks natural even
no Maybelline required.
 
 
 
“I’m ready to leave,” Derek says. “I just it’ll take me a while to get over
Peter killing Laura,” Derek says resignedly.
 
 
 
“Let me help you come to terms with it,” Stiles says softly.
 
 
 
“What do you know about it?” Derek asks angrily getting off Stiles abruptly
pulling himself to a sitting position. He crosses his arms above his knees as
he continues to stare at his stick.
 
 
 
“I know enough that I can at least explain it to you” Stiles says in a voice
that brooks no argument. “Laura was a terrible Alpha.” He says without heat or
judgment. It’s just a fact Stiles knows in his heart.
 
 
 
“Yeah she was.” Derek readily agrees. “Do you know that she was waiting for him
to die before we left? She said he wouldn't last the night. I believed her
because you know werewolves can't lie.” Derek gestures towards his heart and
tipped his head to indicate his ears.
 
 
 
Stiles doesn’t think they’ll be discussing this anymore. Derek will come to
terms with it on his own without Stiles having to push him.
 
 
 
“She did believe it, though didn't she?” Stiles asks hopefully as he sits up to
match Derek’s posture. He reaches into his pocket. Their thighs are not quite
touching and Derek leans into Stiles so that they are. “Derek would you like
clothes that will fit you like they were fashioned for you?” He asks the new
Beta. Derek looks at him expressive eyebrows working overtime. Stiles can’t
help the smile working its way across his face.
 
 
 
“Sure?” Derek finally answers. Stiles takes his hand out of his pocket with an
impossibly large paper package. It's wrapped with twine and has a wax seal on
it with the head of a howling wolf superimposed in the wax. “What the is that
the seal of House Stark?” Derek asks with a delighted beatific smile on his
face.
 
 
 
Stiles can’t help his shocked smile and the equally happy laugh that escapes
him.
 
 
 
“You watch GOT?” Stiles asks him surprised. Derek rolls his eyes at him as he
extracts a claw to rip at the twine without breaking the wax seal. Stiles is
even more surprised by the sentiment the boy holds for the wax seal.
 
 
 
“Ha-ha yeah I was raised by wolves but that doesn’t mean we didn’t have cable
TV,” Derek says rolling his eyes. Stiles snorts at his comment. There’s a sound
of a duck coming from his pocket. Derek lifts an eyebrow at him as Stiles
reaches into his pocket to extract his phone.
 
It’s a message from Peter.
 
I take it you found Derek. Did you deal with him? PH
 
Howd u kno? SS
 
Please do not butcher the English language with your text speech. I know
because Kate Argent is on fire. Again. And the only reason for that is because
you found Derek had to deal with him and felt overcome by emotion to punish
her. Again. PH
 
Its jst ez 2 t u off aint it Ya I fnd Drk n by ‘deal’ w/him if u mean he u beta
now thn ya I did. :D YaW! SS
 
That’s just terrible. You are the worst! You didn’t even use punctuation until
the end. I will edge you until you’re crying as punishment. ;) PH
 
Hmm Edging? Brng it old man! N pls dont use emoticons! SS
 
“So you and my Uncle?” Derek says pulling Stiles attention back to him. He’s
wearing clothes now which really do look like they were made for him. The denim
jeans look really good on him as does the gray Henley. “And thanks for the
clothes. These jeans are super soft like a glove.”
 
Stiles smiles and nods his head.
 
“Yeah me and Peter. Your Uncle the Alpha. How did you know I was his mate?”
Derek rolls his eyes as he wrinkles his nose even though he just had said nose
all over Stiles. “Yeah but I mean we could just be having sex. It doesn’t mean
I’m his mate. I mean for life?” Stiles asks eyebrows raised as he’s rolling his
own eyes.
 
“For starters, it would smell different if it was just sex,” Derek says raising
judgmental eyebrows at him. Stiles shrugs and looks down at his phone not
meeting his eyes. He doesn’t answer for a while and Stiles isn’t sure if there
is an answer. He moves his feet under himself to get up off the forest floor.
Derek’s hand moves into his sight and Stiles takes it as he stands.
 
A couple of hikers walk by along the path to the lake. It’s about fifty feet
away but Stiles can hear them now. He can even smell them. He closes his eyes
and takes in the new abilities that come from mating with a werewolf brings
Stiles.
 
Stiles has noticed that he’s faster more or less not a complete klutz anymore
his injuries heal a lot quicker too. It’s still not werewolf fast but much
faster than a human’s. His hearing and his olfactory senses have gotten
stronger too.
 
Stiles continues to try and stretch his new abilities. The hikers are talking
but Stiles can’t make out what they are discussing. He can definitely smell
them and he gasps as he realizes the hikers are Scott McCall and Allison
Argent. Hiking on a school day with Lydia still in the fucking hospital.
They’re laughing now but it’s a nervous laugh that belies their nervousness.
 
Stiles doesn’t even realize that he’s still holding onto Derek’s hand until the
boy squeezes his in return. He looks at Derek but quickly looks away. He’s
about to release the boy’s hand when Derek holds on tightly. Scott and
Allison’s voices get lower and lower as they walk away towards the lake.
 
Derek doesn’t release Stiles’ hand as he pulls Stiles to start walking in the
direction of the Hale house. Stiles knows werewolves are tactile and when Derek
squeezes his hand Stiles takes it as a win as he squeezes back. He’s even more
relieved of the fact that they don’t have to discuss the almost encounter with
Scott and Allison. As they walk the mountain ash barrier walks with them
ensuring they will be hidden from prying eyes.
 
He’s not worried that Scott will be able to smell them let alone hear them
because that boy is still repressing his wolf. Stiles was more wolf three days
after he realized Scott got turned into a werewolf than Scott was after he’d
been bitten.
 
Stiles stopped walking as he realized that Scott didn’t bond with him. Scott
didn’t make Stiles pack. Stiles blinks owlishly in front of him as he takes in
a new realization that his so-called brother not only bonded with a total
stranger but claimed her too. He doesn’t realize he’s started moving again and
that he can’t really see where he’s going until Derek stops him.
 
“Hey. Hey. Stiles. It’s OK.” The boy says to Stiles as Derek gathers him in his
strong capable arms. Stiles doesn’t ever get this way. Ever. To lose it like
this in front of Derek Fucking Hale is beyond embarrassing. It should be
embarrassing but somehow it’s not. It’s OK because Derek is Pack.
 
They are not nearly close to the Hale house when Stiles feels more than hears
or sees Peter appear in front of them on the path. Stiles steps away from Derek
to watch Peter. He wipes his face on his sleeve and doesn’t meet Derek’s eyes.
 
Peter keeps sniffing the air and has an angry look on his face. He tilts his
head to the side and furrows his brows. Stiles thinks it’s adorable. A single
tear rolls down his face that Peter immediately reacts to by snarling. Stiles
gasps and reaches for the mountain ash. The line around them breaks as the ash
flows back into his bag.
 
Peter’s eyes go directly to their joined hands. There is an inscrutable look on
his face. He looks up at Derek and raises an eyebrow. Before Stiles can react
though Peter is on him in a second checking him for injuries and sniffing his
face licking the tears off Stiles’ cheeks.
 
Stiles sighs and lets the love he feels for Peter flow out of him. It doesn’t
matter that Scott didn’t make Stiles Pack. It doesn’t matter that Stiles' first
love chose a stranger to replaced Stiles. Nothing matters as long as Peter Hale
exists. Even when Peter finally tires of Stiles it won’t matter.
 
“Sh. None of that Pet. I’m not going anywhere. Do you hear me? Son?” Peter says
into Stiles' hair. His arms are a vice around him holding tightly. He lifts his
right hand to tilt Stiles’ chin so he can look him in the eye. “Tell me what
happened. Who did this?” Peter asks with a concerned frown on his face moving
his thumb over Stiles’ cheek and under his eye. Peter’s wiped the tears from
his face.
 
“No.” Stiles begins “It’s fine. Really.” He actually means it despite the
clench of his jaw. His heart is steady too. When he opens his eyes to look into
Peter’s preternatural Alpha Red he sees that Peter doesn’t believe him. He
keeps looking from one eye to the next. Peter snarls then look at Derek
instead.
 
“Nephew?” Peter asks as his electric Alpha eyes focus on Derek’s. Peter’s
eyebrows raised waiting for Derek to answer.
 
“Uncle.” Derek deadpans. Then Derek rolls his eyes as he stares down the Alpha.
“He saw McCall and the Argent girl. McCall is a bigger asshole than all of us.”
Derek says sounding almost bored as Stiles gasps.
 
“Derek what the fuck man!” Stiles hisses as he pulls his hand from Derek’s or
he tries to anyway. Derek’s hand grips Stiles’ but it’s a regular grip. It’s
not even gripping hard. Stiles still has a difficult time trying to snatch his
hand away.
 
“Yeah. He’s the kind of asshole you don’t expect,” Peter says angrily.
 
Stiles is looking from one to the other. Derek still hasn’t released his hand.
They are scrutinizing each other and it’s intense. Stiles feels his heartbeat
uptick at the tension. He actually likes it and that’s even more terrifying in
its own way. In a hot way.
 
Stiles realizes he’s extremely turned on right now. His eyes go wide. His palms
start sweating. Stiles pants tighten. There go Stiles’ cheeks. They are
completely flushed red and the flush is moving its way to the tops of his ears.
Stiles drops his head on his chest because it’s way too late to mask his scent.
It’s way too late to do anything even as he gathers his magic to do just that
very thing.
 
“Don’t.” Peter snarls at him grabbing onto his shoulders.
 
OK so Stiles is embarrassed. He’s always had a very weird libido OK? Situations
that shouldn’t be arousing are arousing. Stiles’ eyes shut closed as he feels
Derek’s hand slip out of his.
 
Peter comes closer to him and grabs his right hand. “To steal a line from the
great Dougal McKenzie ‘you are a singular creature’. Still surprising me.” He
says. Stiles feels himself flush even harder as he snaps up his head to look at
Peter. Stiles’ mouth opens in shock.
 
Peter takes complete advantage and kisses him. Stiles can’t help the moan that
escapes him. It feels so good to have Peter accept him this way. Stiles is a
pervert he’ll be the first one to admit it but it’s OK because Peter likes it.
 
Peter’s hand moves to his hips to bring them even closer. They both grunt at
the friction it causes. Stiles releases Peter’s hand to move it up to put his
arms around the older man’s shoulders. Stiles slides his hands into the soft
hair. He pulls a little and Peter groans as he moves his hips towards Stiles’.
 
 
 
Stiles grinds back and without prompting Peter puts his hands right on Stiles’
ass. Stiles takes this as his cue to grab onto Peter’s shoulders and wrap his
legs around Peter’s hips. Stiles whimpers as he feels Peter’s hard cock move
against him. He starts grinding on it as Peter sucks on his lower lip.
 
Peter finally comes up for air making Stiles whimper. “You read ‘Outlander’?”
Stiles asks once he catches his breath slowly grinding into Peter. Peter’s arms
are solid as he holds onto him pulling him impossibly closer.
 
“Yes it’s quite the love story. Riveting.” Peter says as kisses Stiles’ neck.
He’s working on a nice sized hickey. It must be his favorite because he keeps
working on it every time he gets his lips on Stiles’ neck. Stiles is feeling
the familiar pull of heat that means he’s close. “Are you going to come for me
pet? You know I can smell it I can smell you’re about to cum all over
yourself.” He says mouthing at his neck. “Don’t come.” Peter suddenly demands.
 
Stiles is in helpless agony as he tries to comply. Peter stops completely
kissing his neck to kiss Stiles chastely on his swollen red lips. Stiles
whimpers and is boneless despite Peter denying his orgasm. He drops his head on
Peter’s shoulder.
 
“You were fucking serious about the texting?” Stiles asks breathlessly. He
doesn’t know if he’s angry yet. He decides he’s more frustrated than angry.
“Asshole.” He mumbles into Peter’s neck. Stiles taps his shoulder and
disentangles himself from Peter.
 
He’s still hard so he takes a moment to think about literally anything but the
amazingly hot werewolf in front of him. It’s taking him a minute because let’s
face it: he’s a sixteen-year-old horny teenager.
 
It doesn’t help that Peter still has his hands on Stiles’ hips holding on tight
squeezing them slowly. It’s making Stiles breathe in Peter’s scent which is
intoxicating in and of itself. He thinks he might be able to ignore it all if
it weren’t for the hands he suddenly feels on his shoulders.
 
Stiles' eyes open wide in surprise. Peter is smirking wickedly. A threesome
would definitely solidify the Pack so he’s all for it. He raises his eyebrows
at Peter asking for permission. He wiggles his eyebrows back at Stiles.
 
 
“Hold on tight boys we’re about to move this to a more comfortable place”
Stiles says with a wicked smirk of his own.
End Notes
     All mistakes are mine. I don't have a BETA reader so I might catch
     mistakes when I post, but I might catch them well after I post and I
     might edit the works.
     Thanks again for reading!
     "Constant Reader" is a Stephen King thing. That's what he calls 'us'
     when he writes an introduction that addresses us as his 'constant
     reader'.
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