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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Peter_Hale, Allison_Argent/Lydia_Martin/Erica_Reyes, Scott
      McCall/Stiles_Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd/Isaac_Lahey
  Character:
      Chris_Argent, Peter_Hale, Allison_Argent, Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      de-aged!Peter, Spanking, First_Time_Bottoming, peter's_still_kinda
      creepy, scott's_overprotective, Erica_and_Boyd_are_alive, boyd_is_also
      overprotective
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-20 Words: 2236
****** Skidoo ******
by vaudevillian_villainess
Summary
     Peter has been de-aged and is staying with the Argents. He is utterly
     disrespectful to Chris, so he decides to teach Peter a lesson. But,
     like everything else in their lives, nothing goes quite as planned.
Notes
     The prompt: Petopher! de-aged peter getting in chris's face and chris
     snaps and takes it out on his virgin ass
     I hope you like, dear anon!
     (As for the title, I was listening to 'Skidoo' by Celtic Woman while
     I was trying to think of a title...it seemed to fit, so, there you
     go!)
     [my_tumblr]
It was common knowledge that one day, Peter’s gift with weaving words and
spewing out pernicious remarks would get him in trouble. They always thought it
would get him in trouble with their Alpha, Scott McCall, though. Unfortunately,
however, they were wrong. So wrong it wasn’t even funny. Alright, maybe it was
a little funny…
                                     *.*.*
“How was I supposed to know that cantankerous old crone was a witch?” Peter
asked, arms crossed and a grumpy expression on his face. The pack looked at
him, their faces showing various degrees of shock and exasperation. Stiles was
the first to speak.
“Dude! She, like, had a WART on her nose and it was hooked and crooked! Her
eyes were almost black and she freaking CACKLED! She was a textbook fairytale
witch! How could you not figure that out?!” Stiles asked, arms flailing all
over. Peter rolled his eyes in disinterest.
“Most times, fairytales hold little to no truth. I mean, yes, werewolves exist,
but not like the ones in fairytales. I mean, Stiles, you’re a witch! Certainly
not like any out of a fairytale,” Peter sniped. Stiles pursed his lips and
crossed his own arms. Scott clapped a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder before
addressing Peter.
“Look, now that you’re...de-aged...” Scott started. “I mean, you’re a teenager
now, like the rest of us, so you’ll need to...well, you’ll need to stay wi-”
“No.”
Scott looked surprised. “What?”
“I said no!” Peter snapped. “I’m a grown man, I can-”
“Actually, you’re not. You’re a teenager again, Peter, at least in appearance,
meaning you need to be looked after by a guardian.” Lydia stated matter-of-
factly. Peter was going to argue with her, but she raised an eyebrow and he
sighed.
“Fine. Who do I get to stay with?” Peter asked, looking around at his pack. His
eyes stopped on Stiles. “Perhaps our little witchling?” Peter leered. Stiles
couldn’t even respond before Scott’s arm was around his side, pulling him close
and flashing those red Alpha eyes at the older...well...younger, now, wolf.
Peter scoffed and silence fell over the group as they thought of potential
gaurd(ians). Finally, Allison spoke up.
“He can stay with my dad and I,” she volunteered.
                                     *.*.*
That was how they’d ended up at the Argent residence. Allison knew her father
was home and she thought that her and Peter looked enough alike to possibly
pass as cousins, so she figured why not? As long as her dad was okay with it…
“Absolutely not.” he said, voice firm. Peter felt a little shiver go through
him but listened closely as Allison pleaded his case.
“But dad, he’s pack! Plus, him and I look enough alike that people would just
think we’re cousins! He needs a place to stay and Derek still has another month
in Mexico visiting Cora and forging an alliance with her new pack. He can’t
stay with Stiles because he’s creepy, Scott would sooner kill him, as would
Lydia and Erica. Isaac is petrified of him and if anyone scares Isaac, Boyd
threatens them!” Allison explained. Chris merely raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t ever be a lawyer, sweetheart, you’d never win a case.” he said. Allison
glared at him.
“He’s pack, dad, and he needs a place to stay.”
“I said no and that’s final.”
Allison took a deep breath. “I wasn’t going to do this, I hate doing this,” she
said. “But I am the head of the Argent Family. I’m overruling you and Peter is
staying here.” Chris opened his mouth, but Allison beat him to the quick: “Nous
protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes. Peter is unable to
protect himself right now, so we will protect him.”
Chris sighed and furrowed his brow. He smiled softly at his daughter. “You
sound just like your mother...okay. Okay, we’ll look after him, but only until
Derek gets back, assuming his condition lasts that long.” Allison gave him a
small smile in return.
“Thanks dad.” He nodded his head.
“PETER! Come on in. We’ve got rules to go over.”
                                     *.*.*
Chris was going to kill someone. Possibly himself, possibly Peter, possibly
both. It didn’t really matter, because either way, someone would die.
It had been a month and a half since Peter had been turned into a teenager. A
sassy, sarcastic, snotty, douchebag, smirk-wearing, son-of-a-bitch teenager.
Chris was ready to tear his own hair out, including the hairs that made up his
beard. For a month and a half, he’d been dealing with Peter’s refusals to help
out, keep clean, go to school. A month. And a half. Of sassy back talk and
know-it-all attitudes and even some conspiring with his daughter! Luckily for
him, Lydia and Erica, her girlfriends, quickly put a stop to that, due to their
dislike of Peter. But for Chris, the torture was never-ending. He couldn’t take
one more-
“I’m home geezer! What are you making for dinner?” that voice, that irritating
voice! [That’s it!] Chris thought. With determination in his eyes, he stormed
into the living room where Peter was now sat, feet propped up on the coffee
table...his shoes still on.
“Feet off the table, shoes off at the door.” Chris said for the thousandth
time. Peter smirked at the television, not even glancing at Chris.
“No.” he said simply, perusing the channels to find something entertaining.
Once he’d finally settled on a show and set the remote down, Christ swiftly
picked it up. He shut the TV off and pulled Peter up off the couch by his
forearm. “HEY! Chris, what are you doing?” Peter demanded. When they were
finally face to face, Chris picked him up and threw him over his shoulder in a
fireman’s carry. “CHRIS!” Peter yelled. He was stunned into silence when a hand
landed on his ass, a resounding CRACK! filling up the stairwell.
“Mr. Argent.” Chris said as he entered his room and flung Peter onto the bed.
“What?” Peter asked, his face displaying his confusion. Chris rolled up his
sleeves slowly.
“I’ve been telling you to call me Mr. Argent for the past month and a half.
I’ve been telling you to clean up after yourself for a month and a half. I’ve
been telling you to contribute to the chores, go to school, take of your shoes,
and not put your goddamn feet on my coffee table for a month and a half.” Chris
said, his voice eerily calm. The older man sat on the bed, grabbed Peter’s
ankle, and yanked him towards the edge. “And for a month and a half, you
haven’t been listening to me. Well, that ends now.” Chris pulled Peter over his
lap. He made sure the boy’s feet hit the floor and checked his arms, which were
clinging desperately to the edge of the blanket. “Stretch them to the floor,”
he said.
“W-what? Why?” Peter stammered. Chris sighed before yanking Peter’s pants and
boxers down in one go. He raised his hand and slapped Peter’s ass. Peter yelped
and fell forward.
“Because having both your feet and hands on the floor will help give you
balance while I spank you.” Chris explained.
“WHAT?” Peter exclaimed.
“Since nothing else seems to be working, I figured I’ll try spanking you. Maybe
that will get the message through to your head to listen to me.” Chris took his
left arm and braced it on Peter’s back. “To hold you still,” he said when Peter
squirmed. “Now, I’m thinking twenty should do just fine. Y-”
“Twenty?” Peter squeaked, for as he spoke, Chris slapped his ass again.
“Don’t interrupt, it’s rude. And yes, twenty. You will count them. Lose track
and I start over. Understood?” Chris asked. Peter remained silent. “You may
speak.”
“Yes…” Peter said uncertainly. Chris arched an eyebrow.
“Yes…?”
“Um...Yes Mr. Argent?” Peter answered, albeit hesitantly. Chris smiled and
patted Peter’s bottom lightly.
“Good boy. Now, don’t forget to count and keep track.” Chris reminded him.
Peter opened his mouth, a witty reply on his tongue but it was quickly silenced
when Chris’ hand came down and smacked him. He almost swallowed his tongue.
“What number was that?” Chris asked.
“O-one,” Peter stuttered. He dug his fingers into the carpet as Chris petted
his ass.
“Good boy,” Chris cooed, his tone a little patronizing. He lifted his hand and
spanked Peter again, punching out the ‘two.’
                                     *.*.*
By the time Chris was on the last spank, Peter was moaning and humping Chris’
thigh. When Chris had discovered that Peter was hard, it only made his smirk
grow.
“Twenty,” Peter moaned, still rutting desperately against him. Chris smiled and
moved Peter to lie face down on the bed.
“Good boy. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Chris asked, petting Peter’s slightly
pinkish ass, watching with fascination as the marks faded.
“No, Mr. Argent.” he whined, humping the mattress. Chris chuckled.
“Want something boy?” Chris asked. He walked to stand on the right side of
Peter. The boy turned his head and looked up longingly at Chris.
“Please Mr. Argent.” Chris’ eyes darkened.
“Please what?” Peter whimpered and buried his face in the mattress. Chris
sighed and leaned over to deliver another smack to Peter’s ass.
“Please fuck me!” Chris grinned.
“That’s a good boy. And good boys get what they want.” Chris opened his
nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube. The snick of the cap attracted
Peter’s attention. He groaned when he saw what Chris was doing and got up on
his knees, presenting his ass. Chris groaned.
“Such a good boy, Peter.” he praised. Peter wiggled his ass in delight, causing
Chris to let out a small laugh. He walked back around to stand behind Peter’s
ass. His lube-free hand came up to Peter’s left cheek and pulled it aside,
exposing his fluttering hole. Chris’ eyes darkened as he brought a lubed finger
to Peter’s hole and pushed it in gently. “Have you ever done this before boy?”
Peter groaned. “No Mr. Argent.” Christ stilled his finger.
“Are you a virgin, Peter?” he asked, beginning to stroke Peter’s cheek and
lower back.
“No Mr. Argent. I’ve had sex with girls and guys...but...I’ve never bottomed,”
Peter explained, his voice almost nothing but a high-pitched whine.
“So you are a virgin?” Chris asked. “For what I’m about to do, you are a
virgin?”
Peter blanched as Chris clucked his tongue. “Y-yes sir, Mr. Argent, sir.” Chris
relished the little uptick of fear in Peter’s voice.
“I don’t approve of lying,” Chris began. “However, since you did not think it
was a lie, and it wasn’t a full lie, I’ll let you off the hook.” Peter sighed
in relief.
“Thank you Mr. Argent!” he said. Chris nodded his head and began preparing him
again.
                                     *.*.*
Moans were the only thing that could be heard in the Argent household. Luckily,
Allison was on a date with Lydia and Erica and Chris could allow Peter to be as
loud as he wanted.
“You think you’re ready for me boy?” Chris whispered into Peter’s ear. Peter
moaned again as Chris’ fingers brushed over his prostate.
“Yes, please Mr. Argent!” Peter cried. Chris smirked and kissed Peter’s ear.
“Very well,” he said, pulling off of Peter’s back. As he removed his fingers,
Peter whined and Chris chuckled. “Don’t worry Peter. You’ll be full again soon
enough.” Peter keened at the promise. A moment later, Chris’ cock was lubed and
pushing at Peter’s entrance. “Relax,” Chris commanded, both his hands in a
vice-like grip on Peter’s hips. Peter took a deep breath and upon its release,
Chris thrusted inside him, punching air back into Peter’s lungs. “Sh, sh,” he
cooed, petting Peter’s back gently as the boy whimpered in a little pain. After
what seemed like an eternity, Peter nodded his head against the sheets. “Was
that the go ahead boy?” Chris asked, wanting to make sure.
“Yes Mr. Argent.” Peter answered, shuffling around a bit and spreading his
knees more. Chris groaned as he sunk in deeper.
“Very well,” Chris said, smirk evident in his voice. He pulled out, leaving
just the tip inside before plunging back in, shoving Peter up the mattress a
bit. Peter whined and clawed at the sheets and Chris groaned. “So fucking
tight,” he muttered, continuing with his fast pace. A cacophony of noise filled
Chris’ bedroom, his own groans and grunts of pleasure mixing with Peter’s
mewls, whines, and moans. “Such a good boy,” he praised, bending over Peter and
supporting himself on his forearms.
“T-thank you Mr. Argent!” Peter cried as Chris’ cock brushed over his prostate.
Chris grinned and continued pounding that spot.
“Take my cock so well. So tight boy.” Chris cooed. Peter whined high in his
throat.
“M-mr. Argent, may I come? Please please PLEASE!” Peter begged.
“Only if it’s from my cock alo-” but Chris was cut off as Peter’s ass clenched
tightly around him. Peter’s cum shot out onto his bedspread. Chris followed
suit not a moment later, filling Peter’s ass to the brim.
                                     *.*.*
The duo lay on the bed (minus the bedspread), Peter curled into Chris and
Chris’ arm wrapped around Peter’s shoulders.
“Was it good?” Chris asked. He felt Peter smile against his chest.
“It was great Mr. Argent. Thank you.” Peter answered, curling his palm over
Chris’ hip.
“You’re welcome. Are you going to listen to me now?” Chris asked.
“Maybe...Mr. Argent.” Peter teased.
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