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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Stiles_Stilinski_Wants
      The_Bite, PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-01 Words: 2165
****** Peter Gets What Peter Wants ******
by Adictedtobadguys56
Summary
     Peter has spent quite a bit of time trying to convince Stiles to take
     the bite, will it work this time?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
                Peter looked at Stiles, his fingers trailing down the boy’s
stomach. Stiles held his breath as he felt Peters warm hands come across his
skin. Their eyes meet for a moment, no more like a second. The bite would hurt.
It would literally rip his soul apart and take what little bit of dignity
Stiles had left away from him, but he didn’t care. All Stiles wanted was to be
strong, and if that meant making a deal with the devil then he would do it.
                “Stop. Stop playing your game’s and just get it over with,”
Stiles snapped quickly, pulling away from Peter. He was rather disturbed by the
fact that Peter had asked him to be shirtless just to be bit. Maybe it was
because he was going to be bit on the side like Scott, or maybe he was trying
to do something even worse.
                He had to admit that Peters strength and lust for power was
kind of sort of hot in a villains are hot way, but Stiles was not about to tell
anyone, let alone Peter freakin’ Hale, about that. Stiles felt a lump rise in
his throat as Peter sauntered towards him and grabbed his chin. His eyes were a
cold, icy blue. Eyes of deception, as Stiles called them, because usually blue
eyes were on innocent blonde haired people, but not werewolves. Werewolves got
blue eyes after taking the life of an innocent person. Stiles didn’t know where
or how Peter got them but they scared him, and now he was stuck looking up into
them.
                “Just get it o-“Peter’s lips covered his, stunning Stiles into
silence. He was surprised that he had kissed him and now they weren’t kissing.
Now they were staring at each other with Peter giving him a smug look.
                “Shut up Stiles. You’ll get the bite when I say you can have it
okay,” Peter said, stalking around to the other side of him and grabbing him.
His arms pulled Stiles close to his chest. The scent of some musky cologne
filled his head as Peter leaned down and bit his ear.
                “Ack!” He muttered, trying to pull away from him, but Peter
held fast whispering quickly into his ear.
                “You can’t run, Stiles. If you run you won’t get the bite. To
get what you want you have to do what I want, and what I want is you. Do you
know what it’s like spending years in a wheel chair? Spending years stuck
without being allowed to have sex? No way to masturbate, just watch as your
nurse changes you, bathes you, enjoys fucking the doctor in front of you
because you won’t remember? No, you don’t, so to get the bite you’ll let me
fuck you, got it?” Peter snarled roughly his hands crushing Stiles against his
body, fear causing his pulse to race.
                “Got it,” Stiles muttered, his voice cracking if not from the
fear then from the sexual tension. It didn’t take two seconds before Stiles
felt Peter biting and sucking on his neck. Stiles struggled, feeling his pants
growing tight. He struggled against Peter before an idea popped into his head.
He pressed back with his ass pushing it against the bulge in Peters pants. This
caused Peter to let out a low growl and sink his teeth in a little deeper, a
dark purple bruise forming on Stiles skin.
                “Peter,” He growled deeply in his throat.
                “Yes,” Peter asked, breaking his hold on him causing Stiles to
stumble forward. Stiles caught himself and turned to face Peter his face
flushed bright red as he saw the bulge. He felt his cock twitch as Peter moved
towards him, their eyes locked on each other.
                “Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me now,” Stiles demanded
quickly. Peter felt a cocky smirk come across his lips as he grabbed Stiles
chin and tilted it up. He drank in the look of fear that washed over Stiles. He
pressed his lips to Stiles quickly pushing him roughly against the window.
                The cold glass made Stile groan. The parting of his lips gave
Peter the access he desired, and he snaked his tongue into the other boy’s
mouth. He ran his tongue alone the groves of Stiles teeth tasting the sweet
cake that Stiles had eaten before coming over. The tinge of chocolate that held
onto his breath made Peter want him even more. He reached down and slid his
hand under Stiles pants and into the elastic of his boxers.
                Stiles gasped, pulling away from Peter as best as he could. He
looked at him as Peter started to pump his shaft very slowly. His fingers
slowly grazing across the tip smearing his precum along his cock. He was
panting his nails digging into Peter’s shirt.
                “Don’t just stand there Stiles, do something,” Peter stated in
a smug tone. Stiles felt his body moving, quickly removing Peter’s shirt. He
tossed it to the ground as he licked along Peter’s collarbone. He stopped in
the crook of his neck and started to suck and nip at the skin there. Peter
moaned softly as he gripped the shaft harder, making Stiles buck his hips
forward into his palm, as he followed Peters lead. He slipped his hands down
into Peter’s pants grabbing him. He was surprisingly bigger than Stiles
thought, or had even imagined. He was pumping him quickly, up and down, without
hesitation. He wanted more. He needed penetration or he was going to explode,
but he refused to ask, so he bit down into Peters shoulder causing him to hiss
and rip his head away with his free hand.
                With his hand grabbing Stiles by the hair, he had full control.
He leaned forward and bit down on Stiles collarbone, drawing a light taste of
blood. The sweet taste of iron filled his mouth before Peter kissed Stiles
again. Their tongues interlocked for just a second before Peter pulled away
leaving Stiles pressed against the glass of his window. He was panting and
bleeding, just the way Peter liked his boys. Kneeling slightly Peter removed
Stiles pants leaving him in a pair of bright blue and red Spiderman boxers.
Peter looked up at him for a moment and rolled his eyes before pulling Stiles
boxers down. Stiles looked at Peter as he placed a few kisses along his shaft
before standing up and turning Stiles to face the window.
                Stiles listened as Peter removed his own clothes, leaving the
two of them naked. His body shuttered with anticipation. He wasn’t sure what
Peter was doing but he could hear noise behind him. It sounded like he was
rummaging around for something. Looking over his shoulder, Stiles was able to
get a nice view of Peter’s ass. It was rather nice and round for a man of his
age and stature, but he figured it must be a wolf perk because Derek and Scott
also had nice round asses. Come to think of it only alphas had nice round
asses, must have been an alpha perk.
                “What are you looking for?” Stiles asked, turning back around
as Peter turned to look at him.
                “Are you honestly that stupid? I’m looking for lube,” Peter
stated before rolling his eyes and heading into his bedroom to look. Stiles
stood there for a moment then followed after him. He looked around and not
seeing Peter at all in his room. He went to call out then suddenly felt a harsh
pain as he was tackled down onto the bed. His hands were pinned behind his
back, he could feel Peter’s full weight on him.
                Peter let out a low and throaty growl before pinning Stiles
hand’s above his head. He slowly started to drip lube down onto Stiles’ ass
crack. Once he felt there was enough, he started to massage Stiles hole, slowly
sliding his pointer finger into Stiles.
                Stiles moaned, finally feeling the penetration he wanted. It
had not been too long since Stiles last played with himself but there was still
some pain with the stretching. Usually he would use cucumbers that were covered
in condoms to fuck his hole, so this was new. He had never had a man in his
hole before, and was honestly a little worried that it was Peter who would be
taking him.
                Peter added a second finger and started to thrust his fingers
in and out quickly, making Stiles moan. Once he heard his moans, Peter started
to scissor Stiles, stretching him wide open, enjoying the way Stiles reacted to
each and every motion.
                “P-peter,” Stile huffed, rocking his hips back into Peter’s
hand, enjoying the way that his fingers felt inside him, stretching his hole
and preparing it for his cock.
                “Don’t worry. I won’t torture you much longer,” Peter cooed, as
he curved his fingers upward and slid them across Stiles prostate. Stile let
out a rather loud moan as he buried his face in the bed. Peter chuckled,
enjoying watching him squirm underneath him.
                “Ah,” Stiles groaned out, panting heavily, “Just do it,” He
snapped, biting the sheets to keep from screaming as Peter added a third finger
and used all three to massage his prostate. He knew that by now he was dripping
with precum and was going to end up coming if Peter didn’t hurry, but that smug
son of a bitch was taking his sweet time.
                After a few more seconds of torture, Peter removed his fingers
leaving Stiles pressed firmly against the mattress. He stood up and reached
under him and grabbed his hips. Peter set him up on his hands and knees and
told him to move forward, resting his head on the headboard. Once he did that,
Peter slipped on the bed behind him and started to stroke his own cock. He
wanted it to be nice and hard for Stiles.
                Stiles rested his head against the headboard, listening to
Peter stroke himself. He shivered, waiting and knowing that as soon as he heard
the cap snap off the lube, he was going to be feeling his cock. Finally after a
few months of watching Peter he was finally going to get what he wanted. Just
as the feeling of joy arose in his chest Stiles heard the cap pop, and he felt
Peter reposition so he was touching his tip against him. Just the feeling made
his cock twitch. His breathing changed to that of slow steady breaths as Peter
started to slide just the tip in. It hurt, just a little, but Stiles was too
far gone to notice. The feeling of his tip in him had sent him crazy and he
quickly shoved back against Peter taking his whole cock in, balls deep.
                Peter was stunned at the behavior of Stiles. Admittedly Stiles
was always a little unpredictable, but to just force himself down on Peters
cock it made him growl with want in lust. What had been an attempt at being
gentle was now over. He saw Stiles actions as a proper invitation, so he
reached forward and grabbed the headboard to steady himself and started to
thrust. He moved quickly, as he pulled almost all the way out then slammed
himself back into him. He let go of the headboard and grabbed Stiles hips
making sure to push in deeper. His left hand reached around to stroke Stiles as
he fucked him. He had to tilt his hips up so that he could easily strike his
prostate.
                It only took two strikes before Stiles lost it. He felt himself
explode hard and fast. Peters had keep stroking as he squirted all over the bed
and Peters hand. He was moaning and groaning as he felt his legs give out and
he fell forward onto the bed. Peter didn’t stop; he kept going, riding Stiles
through his orgasm. Once it stopped Peter pulled out and came as well on Stiles
ass. For a moment there was silence as Stiles lay there panting and Peter
looked at him.
                “Do you still want it?” Peter asked, looking at him. Stiles lay
there for a moment, unsure of what Peter was speaking of. He was pretty sure
that Peter had changed the subject back to the bite, but he had to ask.
                “The bite? I, uh…you know what, Peter? No, I don’t want it,”
Stiles admitted, realizing that he had never wanted it, he just wanted Peter to
pay attention to him, and with this amount of sex he was pretty sure that Peter
had paid him enough attention.
                “Okay. The bite on your neck wasn’t deep enough so don’t
worry,” He said, slipping off the bed and looking at Stiles as he rolled over
to face him.
                “Oh, okay. Wait where are you going?” Stiles asked as Peter
started to get dressed. Peter smirked and walked over, kissing Stiles on his
forehead.
                “Out and that’s all you need to know.”
End Notes
     Okay guys I hope you liked it. This is my first update in a LONG
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