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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage,
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Spark_Stiles_Stilinski, Alpha_Peter_Hale, Explicit_Language, Kidnapped
      Stiles, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Kate_Argent_Dies,
      Mentioned_Scott_McCall, Mentioned_John_Stilinski, Mentioned_Adrian
      Harris, Public_Blow_Jobs, Stiles_manipulates_the_laws_of_phyisics,
      Stiles-centric, BAMF_Stiles
  Series:
      Part 1 of Ruined_to_Perfection
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-13 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 7426
****** You're my soulmate, Peter Hale. ******
by mamasita13
Summary
     In which something different happens when Peter kidnapped Stiles.
Notes
     Updated 30 Apr 2017 - Noticed more things I wanted to change.
     Update: 5 Nov 2016 - I noticed some things I wanted to change.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1: How is this my life, now? *****
Ever since Derek Fucking Hale came into Stiles Stilinski's life out by the Hale
preserve Stiles has been using Google-fu to research the shit out of gay sex,
polyamory, cum play, and sexuality.
 
Specifically: Stiles' own sexuality. What it is... might be defined as… or
whatever. Stiles finds out that he is a bisexual. That actually explains a
lot. 
 
Stiles has only liked one girl since the third grade. That girl was Lydia
Martin. One amazing and genius, perfect, red headed girl. Did Stiles mention
that she's a genius? Lydia was the first person to ever give Stiles' brain a
run for his money.
 
The problem was that Lydia Martin had ignored Stiles since the second they met,
which was most of his life. So yeah, Stiles is going to explore other options.
 
€
 
Enter from stage left is the one and only Peter Fucking Hale.
 
Asshole. 
 
Kidnapper. 
 
Stiles was sixteen and as much as Stiles hated it Stiles was still a kid in the
eyes of the law. In the eyes of his father, his best friend, anyone who asked.
Technically. California's age of consent is eighteen. Stiles can drive at
sixteen but Stiles can't have sex, drink alcohol or vote. He can join the army,
not that Stiles would but he'd be allowed to join the army. That was so not the
point.
 
But holiday weekend of all holiday seasons is Peter Hale the most attractive
and dangerous man Stiles had ever met. Stiles wanted and what baby wanted baby
got. No more five-year plans that turn into ten-year plans with nothing to show
for all the work except a whole lot of frustration. Of the sexual variety.
Stiles was going after Peter Hale whether the man liked it or not.
 
Stiles was the only one aside from Derek Hale to figure out that Peter was the
rogue alpha because duh. Elementary my dear Watson and all that Sherlock Holmes
shit: you have eyes don't you and it's obvious isn't it?
 
Sadly the answer was no. Lydia might have gotten it if she'd been included, but
she wasn't. Lydia was kept in the dark because about the same time Stiles best
friend developed a slight problem with lycanthropy was about the same time that
Stiles decided to give up on pursuing Lydia. There were more important things
to focus his brain power. 
 
It had been Stiles who had deduced the shit out of the murder fucking mystery
of Beacon Hills history. Ha! In your stupid face, Scott! Because Stiles was
right. Yet again. So fuck you for not listening.
 
So, yeah. Go fuck yourself Scott McCall and don't accept Stiles’ help to
control your inner self who happens to be a wolf. Don't take Stiles’ advice on
how to manage it either. Don't listen to Stiles great plans with contingency
plans on top of contingency plans in case the initial plans go south. Yeah, go
ahead with your hunter girlfriend who is cool, hot, way out of your league
despite Scott being a werewolf, who's more BAMF than Scott despite her
humanity.
 
Scott didn't have to forgive Stiles for getting Scott turned into a werewolf.
Even though Scott could have said: “No Stiles I don't want to go to the woods
tonight and see the teddy bear fucking picnic.” Scott could have stayed home
with his baseball bat. At. Any. Time. At any time. Yeah. Even though Scott
could have left at any point, too. Scott could have allowed his dad to catch
Scott and ground Scott along with Stiles.
 
But Scott stayed because the dummy didn't want to be seen as a bad friend.
Obviously, Scott was making up for actually being a bad friend. Asshole. So
yeah in case it was not mentioned before Stiles was done. Stiles' loyalty is
not appreciated then it was soon lost.
 
Stiles had found his soulmate and who cares if Peter Hale was crazy? Not Stiles
that's for fucking sure. As a matter of fact if Peter stayed crazy they could
do so much damage. It would be fucking great. Peter could reap his revenge as
Stiles planned it. Helped plan it because let's face it, Peter Hale is an evil
genius bent on destroying the world. They'd be unstoppable.
 
Oh but if Peter did see and accepted Stiles... Well, then Stiles was confident
that Peter Fucking Hale would make a perfect DOM. All that control the man's
got. That laser blue eyed focus and all of it concentrated on Stiles is hot.
 
Peter could do some real damage to Stiles. Mind and body. Damage even Stiles'
mother couldn’t manage before she died. And both Peter and Stiles would like
it. Stiles would thrive under Peter's tutelage. Peter probably had so many
fucking sexual deviancies, the kinky motherfucker. Daddy kink, obviously.
Lingerie kink, maybe. Pregnancy kink, yeah because, werewolf, as impossible as
it would be in Stiles’ case, but Stiles would work with it.
 
And of course, Stiles had got an awkward fucking boner to boot. Stupid fucking
teenage sex drive. Damn you right to hell. Stiles was fuming and that was
enough to bring down his boner. Peter was smirking because of course, Peter
smelled it with that creepy werewolf sniffer.
 
€
 
They get to the garage that's on the side of town Stiles didn’t frequent but
it's a stone throw's away from the woods. Peter forced Stiles out of the car
and went to the trunk. It's been a hot day and the smell of shit, blood and
decay were almost overpowering. Stiles didn’t know how the fuck Peter could
stand it with his super olfactory senses but Stiles was almost gagging trying
not to heave.
 
Peter's got Scott’s computer somehow and was asking for the password. It's
Allison. The boy is stupid and single minded. Stiles couldn’t blame Scott.
Allison Argent is hot and dangerous and can take a hit. Stiles can still be mad
at his best friend for it though. What Stiles can do was probably not provoke
the homicidal maniac but Stiles couldn't help himself.
 
Stiles knew Stiles would have made a better wolf than Scott. Oh well, Peter was
going to have to live with that mistake. Stiles wanted to see if Peter
continued that streak. Mistakes were what got people killed. 
 
“Do you want the bite?” Peter asked taking Stiles's wrist and oh shit, Peter
Fucking Hale is about to propose to him. Stiles can’t help the uptick his heart
makes any more than Stiles can help the spike in adrenaline and arousal. Peter
Hale could manhandle Stiles to submission.
 
Stiles licked his lips and watched as Peter’s eyes followed the movement.
Stiles almost said yes, but then Stiles hesitated. Stiles had his Spark and he
didn’t want to lose it. He'd have to take a chance on something else. Something
more.
***** Chapter 2: Rewind when Necessary *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Stiles considers rewinding to the bite question.
Chapter Notes
     I made some typo changes but the story is still the same. (updated 5
     Nov 2016)
“No!” Stiles yelled in a panic. Stiles thought Peter might have seen the real
him at the hospital that first time they met. Peter Hale was even more
observant in a Sherlock Homes I-see-everything kind of way. 
 
Granted Peter was all I’m-gonna-kill-you kind of mad but Stiles knew that anger
was not directed at Stiles. Stiles just happened to be at the wrong place at
the wrong time. Stiles was curious and figuring out Peter was the Alpha
necessitated the fact that Stiles HAD to see the man for himself.
 
It wasn’t difficult to see the anger was directed at someone else. The nurse
maybe? In that moment at the hospital? Yeah obviously. In the garage faced with
the fact that the car was hers and the woman was in the trunk. Even more
obvious. She totally deserved it in Stiles’ humble opinion. No one blocks
Stiles exit strategy and gets away with it psycho nurses notwithstanding. 
 
Stiles' had done his homework. He'd investigated the nurse. She was wrong on so
many levels. What with molesting all the patients Peter included and being an
angel of mercy to patients that weren’t even close to dying? That fucking
psycho asshole deserved it more than most. Those patients in that ward all had
the actual hope of living. Granted in a vegetative state, but that’s not Stiles
call. The least of all hers. That’s just wrong and she should have died slower
and more painfully.
 
Think: ancient times snuff films before film existed. Those performed live and
in front of a real live fucking audience. The slow burn type death. Where they
torture the victim first and then kill them. Yeah, it’s fucked up, but that’s
the kind of death the asshole nurse deserved. Although by the looks of her
Peter did a well enough job. 
 
Except.
 
On second look Peter didn't do the job at all. The asshole nurse slit her
wrists. She must have bled out somewhere else because there's minimal blood in
the boot of the car. She killed herself and Peter was just getting rid of the
body.
 
Stiles felt relieved about this. Stiles didn't know why he was relieved that
Peter hadn't ended the woman's life. The nurse deserved her death because
according to "Beatle Juice" there's a special place in hell for her. That Peter
hadn't done it though was a relief. Stiles wasn't sure why but he had to think
about that another time because he had a werewolf yelling in his face.
 
“Liar! I’m a fucking werewolf! I can hear your heartbeat so I know when you’re
lying!“ Peter yelled impatiently as he began to turn away from Stiles. The
trunk closed almost on Stiles' nose if he didn't see the wolf pulling the lid
shut it would have knocked Stiles on his ass.
 
“Damn, I really shouldn’t provoke the homicidal maniac,” Stiles deadpanned,
“no, no I get it. But if I don’t say anything now, I’ll lose my one fucking
chance with you." Stiles said just short of babbling. Peter still had a hold of
Stiles' wrist and it’s searing. Stiles wouldn't be surprised if he found a red
mark there whenever Peter ever released him. Stiles hoped Peter didn't release
him until that mark was guaranteed.
 
Stiles looked down at the hand holding his wrist. Then he looked up and held
Peter’s gaze. Peter's eyes were a beautiful sky blue instead of their usual
scary Alpha red. They were a piercing assessing blue that Stiles hoped could
see right through to Stiles' soul. 
 
“I can help you get your revenge. Right now. Literally. Right this second and
you don’t have to go through Scott. Frankly, I know for sure he won’t help you.
He’s too self-righteous. Like. He can yield Thor’s Hammer he’s so self-fucking
righteous.” Stiles gestured impatiently. Stiles was definitely babbling.
 
“Peter, I can be more than just your Beta. I can be your anchor. Your second.
With me at your side,” Stiles gestured with one hand before he began to babble
even more. “I mean, shit, man! It’s not like Derek is your Beta! He’s a fucking
Omega! I’m sure Derek doesn’t even know it or he’d have gone bat shit crazy by
now. And you need at least three to make a pack. I can be all three for you if
you just give me a chance.” Stiles was just outside Peter’s personal space.
Stiles blinked for two seconds too long then looked Peter in the eye again and
said:
 
“I think you’re my soulmate, Peter Hale.” Stiles finished with a final flail of
his arm dropping it by his side as he looked hopefully at Peter.
 
Peter’s got this inscrutable look on his face. He’s really good at hiding his
thoughts. Normally people express their emotions in expressions on their face
that they can’t help. The rest of their body language spells out anything else.
It’s only one way to tell what people think. Like Sherlock Holmes says “It’s
elementary and you have eyes don't you? Then it's obvious."
 
Stiles had been reading people all his life for as long as he could remember.
Stiles came to conclusions faster than anyone else because he used the evidence
around him. Stiles could watch crime dramas and read crime novels and know the
killer before the end of the show or book. Stiles read Stephen King because the
novelist was a genius and was singular in Kings' ability to write a fucking
story that could keep Stiles’ attention.
 
“Well, Sweetheart if that’s what you call not provoking the homicidal maniac
I’d like to see what you do when you are provoking the homicidal maniac.” Peter
finally said dramatically. His frown turning into a smirk. Peter's handsome
face was even more handsome when he’s smirking and Stiles was sure that he’d
eventually fall in love with the man. That fucking smirk though was what
started it. “Alright Sweetheart let’s hear it then,” Peter said expectantly,
tightening his hold on Stiles’ wrist pulling Stiles closer into Peter's
personal space.
 
Stiles felt the burning inferno of the hold immediately. Werewolves must run
hot and Stiles was sure it’s because of the super-werewolf abilities. The
werewolves body was constantly healing cells. Peter would look twenty-seven for
a long time to come. Not that Peter was twenty-seven by any means; Peter was
probably closer to forty. Maybe he’s even older. Stiles didn’t care. Peter had
lost six years and the man acted like he was twenty-seven. 
 
“I don’t want to be like you.” Stiles began and Peter scoffed. Peter rolled his
eyes and made an impatient noise. “No, wait, hear me out! OK? And fine! I do
want to be a werewolf. I’d totally kill it as a werewolf! OK? Happy now?”
Stiles yelled flailing his free arm because the werewolf still had a hold of
his other wrist. Stiles could feel himself blushing all the way to his ears and
chest. “You got me! OK? I do want to be like you when it comes to the werewolf
part, anyway. Maybe even when it comes to the homicidal killing part too.”
 
Stiles knew he was pleading now. Stiles hated that he was so incapable of
getting to the fucking point. Stiles hated that he’s afraid of rejection. Fuck
his stupid low self-esteem! It was the worst.
 
“Shit!” Stiles said, rubbing his face with his free hand. Stiles had to get his
shit together. Peter is so fucking distracting. 
 
Peter Hale was temptation incarnate with a werewolf body that wouldn’t stop
being so fucking attractive to Stiles. 
 
Stiles feels his face get even hotter. He didn't think it was possible. Stiles
was blushing and he saw Peter’s eyes dilate. It’s a sign that Peter must like
what he saw. It gave Stiles the confidence to continue. Stiles moved more into
Peter’s personal space. There was still a smidge of room between them but
Stiles felt the wall of heat coming off the werewolf in waves.
 
“What I don’t want is lose a part of myself that I’m just not willing to lose.
Not even to you. My soulmate. I’m willing to walk away from all this.” Stiles
gestured to them both as he began to gain confidence. Stiles was talking
fast but in a normal tone of voice. 
 
Being this close to Peter Hale felt intimate in a way that Stiles knew Peter
could also feel. Stiles was confident that Peter would hear him even if Stiles
started to whisper. Stiles only hoped that Peter could understand him.
Otherwise, this went tits up and Stiles would have to hit rewind.
 
“I want to be your equal,” Stiles said. Peter raised his left eyebrow. The
scoff Stiles expected to hear didn’t come as Stiles continued to look at the
man. Stiles couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love. It’s not just the
looks.
 
Peter Hale was gorgeous in a way that Stiles couldn’t help but compare to
Derek. They are related after all, but Stiles didn’t see the family
resemblance. Except if you take into account the way that they were both
stubborn to a fault. Or that they had expressive eyebrows and rolled their eyes
and could sneak up on Stiles. They were both way too good looking that had more
to do with the fact that they are werewolves than anything else.
 
Where Derek was dark and brooding Peter was light and menacing. Derek didn’t
have Peter's kind of confident mannerism. Derek's confidence was in the
knowledge of Derek's good looks and Derek had probably always looked good.
Derek used his looks and charms to get his way in any situation. Derek used
them like a weapon.
 
But Peter was different. He’s got a confidence born of having to use your wits
to survive. Peter was used to getting his way by manipulating and out thinking
his opponents. Peter played to win for the win. The game was just a means to an
end.
 
Stiles was going to take that confidence and use it to his advantage. It all
came back to what Stiles thought earlier: if Peter didn’t understand or
couldn't see past Stiles need to be the avenging angel for Peter, then Stiles
would just rewind it to when Peter asked him to take the bite. Stiles would
know for sure by then that it’s just not meant to be with him and Peter. Things
would just have to progress as they were meant to progress.
 
Stiles only ever wanted someone to get Stiles. Someone who would take Stiles
overactive imagination and put it to use. Someone who would see the real Stiles
under all the disguises he’s had to wear over the years in order to try to fit
in with everyone. Stiles had obviously failed since he’s sixteen and has only
one friend. One friend who abandoned Stiles as soon as the guy got popular.
 
Stiles had to hide his magic since he was seven. That was just shortly after
his mother got sick. If his aunt Harriet hadn’t bound a demon to his mother
using frontotemporal dementia then the demon would have gotten out to wreak
more havoc in someone else's body using Stiles' mother’s Spark as energy.
 
They had both been staying with Claudia's sister when the demon had possessed
the neighbor. The demon had killed the man’s family and was just leaving the
man’s body when the demon had sensed Stiles' mother’s spark. She was an even
more powerful Spark than Stiles. Stiles had just started exhibiting the signs
of his own Spark and that’s why they were at his aunt's house. Aunt Harriot was
supposed to help his mother with Stiles' training.
Instead, the demon that possessed his mother would have devoured them all if
his aunt hadn’t trapped the demon with the dementia spell. Aunt Harriet had
then siphoned his mother’s Spark and stuffed it all into Stiles. Stiles had
been young and the only one who would be able to hold it all without dying.
Thus making Stiles the most powerful Spark to live.

Aunt Harriot had then hidden the scent of that power and that Spark. Thus
Stiles was able to hide in plain site. Then Stiles had gotten a crash course in
using his powers which lasted the whole summer. It had been the only time that
the demon had stayed hidden. When school started and they needed to get back to
Beacon Hills, it was a different story.
 
The demon had surfaced and taken over his mother’s body. It had never released
Claudia Stilinski from the hell of her own mind. For that alone, Stiles was
glad the demon possessed her. Stiles knew his mother was suffering a hell of
her own and it took three years for the Sheriff to realize there was something
wrong with his wife.
 
 
John Stilinski had finally seen the demon in the form of Claudia Stilinski
tormenting Stiles. The demon was a sadist and was beating Stiles with a whip.
There was old evidence on Stiles back that this wasn’t the first time the demon
had done this. John thought it was Claudia and when the demon realized the
Sheriff caught the demon in the act, it had used dementia against getting
exorcised.
 
Instead, the demon had played the dementia card. John had to make a difficult
decision. The sheriff was devastated that Stiles had hidden this from him, but
was even more devastated that Claudia had done this and hidden it from the
sheriff. Stiles barely managed to keep from telling his dad the real truth.
 
Later the demon would constantly tell the sheriff that Stiles was a danger.
That Stiles was out to get his mother and hurt her. The sheriff couldn’t help
but believe her a little bit. That’s the first time Stiles had seen doubt in
the Sheriff’s eyes when it came to his son.
 
Her death had devastated them both but the Sheriff couldn’t seek comfort in his
son. The demon had done a thorough job of poisoning the Sheriff against
Stiles. 
 
That was the first time Stiles had started using what he came to calling a
‘Stiles Suit’. Stiles rarely removed it and his need to please his father took
on a whole new part of his life.
 
While Claudia was alive, the demon didn’t do anything. It was like a new
girlfriend. It was the worst. So Stiles had learned to cook, clean, do laundry,
basically everything his mom used to do. The sheriff never noticed the
difference.
 
When Claudia died the sheriff turned to the bottle and work. John Stilinski
sought comfort in the routine of the job and the oblivion a bottle of whiskey
provided. John all but ignored Stiles. Stiles refused to leave John's side
despite the doubt. If John hadn’t been so lost in his own grief the sheriff
probably would have forgotten all about his only son. But Stiles hadn’t let
him. 
 
Stiles had put on the Stiles Suit and had been so ingrained into it that Stiles
had stopped using his Spark. That’s when Stiles had started exhibiting signs of
ADHD.
 
The sheriff could only think of one way to let out all that energy and it was
in letting Stiles join the newbies in their training. So Stiles had learned
hand to hand combat, gun safety, and police procedure at the tender age of ten.
Stiles knew then that he would be a great detective one day so this was a
perfect start to that career.
 
That still didn’t alleviate the sheriff’s mistrust in his only son. Having
Scott as a best friend was Stiles’ salvation. If it hadn’t been for Scott,
Stiles would have left his dad long ago since it was clear to Stiles that the
sheriff was never going to trust him.
 
Stiles put on a different Stiles Suit for each interaction. He settled into
each suit and rarely let out his true self. The first time the real Stiles had
come out since Claudia died was the first time Stiles had met Peter Hale.
 
Stiles let Peter see him. The real Stiles. The one his Aunt Harriet trained and
honed to be a powerful Spark. Stiles didn’t even have to concentrate to let the
concealing spell release his scent. Stiles was looking at Peter and the
confusion on Peter's face was definitely apparent. Stiles' excitement was even
more apparent.
 
“I can bring you whoever you want." Stiles said, "Like. Right now. Just say the
name and I’ll have them begging at your feet.” Stiles continued earnestly.
Peter squeezed Stiles' wrist harder and grabbed Stiles around the waist with
his other arm so there’s no room between them. Peter's lips were touching
Stiles’ in a whisper of a touch. A barely there feel of lips against lips. It
gave Stiles enough time to pull away. Stiles realized that he could smell Peter
despite his human nose. It’s earth and the sun and the wind on a hot summer's
day. 
 
It’s like coming home. Stiles breathed in Peter closed his eyes and opened his
mouth. Stiles released the breath opened his eyes and watched Peter’s eyes
shutter closed as Peter breathed in Stiles' breath.
 
Peter purred. He’s actually purring like a fucking cat! Stiles was ecstatic and
couldn’t help the smile that’s on his face or the erection making his pants
tight and uncomfortable. 
 
Peter’s just as equally affected by Stiles if the evidence of Peter's erection
against Stiles’ leg was any proof. It felt hot and insistent through both their
jeans.
 
Peter finally kissed Stiles and it’s fucking chaste. Stiles couldn’t help but
whimper in disappointment at it. Stiles was tired of waiting though and took
control of the kiss. It’s sloppy and wet and all over the place. It's desperate
and virginal. 
 
Peter gasped and Stiles took advantage of it by sticking his tongue down
Peter’s throat. Peter sucked on it desperately, making Stiles moan. Stiles
didn’t even realize that his arms were around Peter and that his hips were
rocking into the man until he was doing it and Peter had his hands on Stiles'
ass pulling him impossibly closer.
 
Stiles lifts and wraps his legs around Peter and Peter swung Stiles against the
car rocking into Stiles with his hips. Peter stopped kissing Stiles with a pull
of his lips biting Stiles' lower lip. 
 
Peter put his forehead on Stiles and said in a hoarse voice:
 
“OK, sweetheart. Are you with me enough to hear the name?” Stiles ground into
Peter one more time. Stiles was hot all over and he knew he was flushed because
he could feel it. The heat and want could be put on hold at least enough that
Stiles nodded his head.
 
“Kate Argent. She,” Peter began, but Stiles puts his fore-finger on Peter's
lips. They were soft, wet and swollen. They were already going back to normal
but right then it looked so hot on Peter.
 
“I don’t care why, Peter.” Stiles began, “Unless you need to tell me.” Stiles
continued with uncertainty. Stiles wanted to be what Peter needed as well as
what Peter wanted. Peter was grinning and he had one eyebrow raised.
 
“No sweetheart. I might tell you later but I don’t think I’ll need to explain
myself to you since I suspect you know already, don’t you? So right now, you
don’t need to know my reason. Do you?” Peter said with a smirk.
 
Stiles smiled and loosened his grip on Peter. Peter could take Stiles weight
easily. Stiles snapped his fingers. There was a pop like a balloon popping
behind them. Peter’s eyebrows raised to his hairline as he turned around.
 
Kate Argent was kneeling right behind them. Stiles had her in a black latex SUB
bodysuit. Her head was the only thing not in the suit, but she’s got a ball in
her mouth so she couldn’t speak. Kate was trying to scream through the red
ball, but she couldn’t get much noise out other than a few pointless whimpers
and spit.
 
Peter walked towards her with his hands on Stiles’ ass and Stiles stuck to him
like a limpet. Her hands were handcuffed behind her attached to her handcuffed
knees with a small chain.
 
Or were they knee cuffed? Was that a thing? Stiles didn’t know nor did he care
because she’s positioned exactly as he’d promised Peter. She’s on her knees and
she would beg for her life.
 
“Beg for your life Kate Argent,” Stiles said. He felt Peter squeeze him closer.
Stiles felt Peter’s erection grow impossibly harder and couldn't wait to feel
it inside him later.
 
The red ball fell away from Kate’s mouth leaving her lips swollen and red. The
lines of the straps were imprinted on her pale skin. For a second there’s a
sneer on her face like she’s not going to comply but Stiles is more powerful
than her and what comes out of her mouth is not hate. It’s pleading and she
involuntarily bows her head at Peter’s feet. She can’t help the words coming
out of her mouth.
 
The sound of the latex rubbing against her skin must be chaffing really bad.
Put together with the awkward way she’s kneeling and bowing must hurt if the
look of pain on her face is any way to go by. There were tears flowing down her
face and mucus from her nose.
 
Peter moved one hand up from where he’s holding Stiles and said: “I’m putting
you down now, Pet. Not for long, mind but you realize I have to do this don’t
you?” Peter asked as Stiles was putting down his legs nodding his head and
smiling like a loon. Stiles snapped his fingers and a lighter appeared with
another balloon pop. In Stiles other hand appeared a bottle of fire starter
gel. Stiles' version was basically napalm in a bottle.
 
Stiles stepped towards Kate who hadn’t stopped crying and begging for her life.
Stiles looked at Peter asking permission. Peter nodded his head so Stiles
poured the napalm on her head and watched it ooze into her hair. 
 
Stiles squirted the bottle over her whole body making sure not to miss any part
of her. Even through her begging, Stiles could tell that Kate was angry but she
couldn’t help herself as she continued to bow and beg forgiveness. Kate lets
out a frustrated sound but continued to beg.
 
Stiles looked at Peter and nodded his head. Peter walked to Kate and lit a
strand of her dirty blond hair on fire. Kate couldn't even scream in pain
because Stiles had compelled her to keep begging for her life. Kate had to keep
asking Peter for forgiveness.

“I can keep her alive until you’re wolf is satisfied it’s avenged your family,”
Stiles said to Peter.
 
“Thank you, Pet. I don’t think we can ever stay here that long. I’m sure
someone will call the police as soon as they see the smoke.” Stiles snapped his
fingers and any smoke that started to appear suddenly vanished and no new smoke
was seen. 
 
There’s no pop of the smoke disappearing that time. There was no heat to harm
the werewolf with Kate's flames. The napalm was for Kate and Kate alone. The
fire nor heat would not hurt anyone else even though Stiles and Peter were
close enough to them to feel the flames.
 
Stiles moved his hand over Kate who was still begging even though her hair was
completely gone and her face was burning. By all the laws of physics, she
shouldn’t even be able to move if Stiles wasn’t keeping her alive.
 
It should horrify Stiles, but his moral compass died when his mother got
possessed by a demon and his father basically abandoned him to be raised by new
recruits at his precinct. His best friend his other moral compass was Scott
McCall. Scott couldn’t even be bothered to forgive Stiles for Scott being
turned into a werewolf, let alone be there for him now.
 
Besides, this was Kate Argent. A serial killer who’d killed off at least two
other packs in the US, if the evidence Stiles found was correct. The Hales were
the first pack where she got sloppy and left anyone alive.
 
Kate Argent started out at the tender age of twelve. She’d seduced a sixteen-
year-old in the first pack. Kate struck again at fourteen for the next pack.
She seemed to take a break, at least in the states anyway. Stiles couldn’t get
into the international database or he was sure he would have found out some
incriminating evidence for her crimes. By the time Kate was twenty-three she
was old hat and the Hales had been easy prey. The difference in the case of the
Hales was how many she’d allowed to stay alive.
 
Stiles moved his hands over her and a shield comes up and around her. It began
to immediately fill with smoke making her cough in between her begging. Stiles
suddenly felt Peter looking at him and Stiles thought:   this is it.
 
“This is where even the crazy guy gets off my crazy train, huh?” Stiles said
disappointedly. Stiles knew he’d gone too far. Stiles couldn’t put on the
Stiles Suit back on now. Peter’s already seen the real him. If Stiles had to be
that oblivious asshole again well fuck it. He wouldn’t do it. Peter could take
him or leave him. If Peter decided to leave him then he could hit the rewind
button.
 
Stiles stepped back from Peter because Stiles might have had to reset the whole
scene. It’d take only a little bit of Stiles' magic to do it. Peter and Kate
would have lost time but Stiles was not too concerned about that as much as
he’s concerned about Peter rejecting him.
 
Stiles looked at Peter and what he saw in Peter's eyes wasn’t rejection or
horror or whatever else Stiles expected to see there. No. What he saw in
Peter’s eyes was reverence. As if Stiles was the best thing Peter’s seen all
year. As if Stiles was the moon, the stars, the sun and the eighth wonder of
the world. All wrapped up in a gangly flailing pale mole faced boy. 
 

Stiles couldn’t help the small smile and the relief he felt at the sight. Peter
grabbed him by the shoulders and asked him: “Will you be mine?”
 
 
“What?” Stiles asked, “Are you kidding me? No! What the fuck are you? Or this
can’t be possible?” Stiles asked incredulously. Peter looked at Kate and her
face was a burnt out shell. Kate's eyes had melted inside her skull. The blond
hair was gone and the skin was cracking.
 
 
Peter blinked and suddenly Kate's body was whole again. The bubble of smoke was
a small dome and she’s still begging and bowing making the smoke swirl around
her like some weird fire lava lamp. Then Peter looked back at Stiles.
 
 
“Well, obviously you’re not some nosy ass, loudmouth, spazzy asshole kid with
ADHD. And I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to discuss it all at a later time.
Right now, though, what I really want to know is the answer to my question. I’m
not going to repeat myself. Sweetheart.” Peter said raising his left eyebrow.
 
 
“Yes!” Stiles said desperately reaching for Peter’s belt loop. “A thousand
times yes!” Stiles finished as he went down on his knees and pulling down
Peter’s pants to get at the man's still hard erection.
 
 
Stiles didn’t even wait for permission before he was swallowing Peter's cock
down his throat. Stiles thanks the Google for the extensive practice examples
provided as he heard Peter’s moan. 
 
 
Stiles didn’t even have to think about putting up privacy barriers. They just
occur as he was licking the underside of Peter’s cock. Stiles was making a mess
with his saliva and it was going down his chin but he didn’t care. Stiles
sucked on Peter’s cock as he felt it go down further into his throat. Stiles
swallowed around the discomfort puts his hand on his wet throat and heard Peter
moan. 
 
 
Stiles was feeling the head of Peter’s cock in his throat and he moved his
other hand to one of Peter’s.
 
 
Stiles guided the hand to his head where Peter threaded it to through to the
back of his throat. Stiles moaned and he felt Peter’s hips buck into him.
Stiles moves his head back to move to the head where he lapped at the pre-cum
there. 
 
 
Stiles sucked at the head before he moved slowly forward again licking the
bottom until he got to the hilt. He moved his hands to Peter’s hips and started
moving him back and forth until Peter got it. Peter started fucking into
Stiles' mouth.
 
 
Stiles moan made Peter hitch harder into Stiles' mouth. Stiles staggered a bit
on his knees but soon got into a better position. Stiles had never felt so
right as he did on his knees sucking off Peter Fucking Hale.
 
 
“That’s it, sweetheart. You look so good. Like you were made for this. You like
this don’t you? On your knees servicing me. You’re such a little cock slut.
Aren’t you? My Pet. I can do what I wish to you and you’ll let me. Won’t you?”
Stiles moans around Peter’s cock and to Stiles it sounds like a yes. Peter
scratches Stiles' scalp with his claws that made Stiles swallow around the cock
in his throat. 
 
 
Stiles moved his tongue and moaned again, pawing at his throat where he could
feel the head of Peter's cock. Peter started moving with real purpose and
Stiles moved his nose into the hair of Peter's pubes.
 

Without warning, Peter came down Stiles' throat with a roar. The claws digging
into Stiles’ scalp piercing it enough to draw blood. Stiles was not sure how
but he was coming in his pants like the virginal teen that he was. Stiles
continued to swallow and suck on Peter’s oversensitive cock.
 
 
Peter pulled away slowly as Stiles ensured Peter's cock was clean. Stiles puts
Peter’s cock into his pants because of course Peter’s walking around commando
style. Stiles closed the belt loop before he was standing to wait for Peter
expectantly.
 
 
“You, my dear, are perfect,” Peter said as the man pulled Stiles closer. Peter
pulled down Stiles' head and lapped at the cuts Peter’s made on Stiles' scalp.
Stiles felt the wet scrape of Peter's tongue and expected to feel pain, but
instead, Stiles felt relief. The little bit of pain he did feel was short but
all he felt was his warm blood trickling from the cuts. As Peter lapped at each
cut on Stiles' head Stiles didn’t feel anything but the relief.
 
 
“I didn’t even have to touch you and you came just from sucking me off and
that. Oh, my dear boy. That’s just lovely.” Peter said as the werewolf was
moving his nose at the back of Stiles' ear. Stiles could feel the hickey
forming as Peter bit him there.
 
 
“Come pet. My wolf is more than satisfied. Well at least with this piece of
shit, anyway.” Peter motioned to Kate.
 
 
“OK, I’ll move her to the Hale house so she can suffer in perpetuity,” Stiles
said before he looked over at Kate. She disappeared with another balloon pop.
“Don’t worry, if Derek’s there, he won’t see her. You and I are the only ones
who’ll be able to see her. Actually, check your phone, I’ve sent you a video
feed.” Stiles said nonchalantly.
 
 
He tapped the trunk of the dead nurse's car. This time he put up a shield to
cover the rancid smell of the woman's dying body.
 
 
“I really wish I could bring this one back for you, but that’s necromancy and
there are rules against it. At least for me anyway. Plus, equivalent exchange
happens to be true for me. Especially now since I’ve read ‘Full Metal
Alchemist.’ I tried watching the anime, but it’s not as funny as the reading
the manga. Maybe we can watch it together since you gotta catch up on all your
pop culture.” Stiles said as he moved his hand over the body. “It’s really too
bad because she really deserves a full torture death.”
 
 
Stiles looked at Peter because the werewolf had gotten quiet. Stiles knew
his babble could get annoying and was relieved to see that Peter was just
smiling at his phone.
 
 
“In perpetuity, my pet?” Peter asks not looking up from his phone.
 
 
“Or until you get sick of her. Whichever comes first.” Stiles confirmed.
 
“What if she’s missed? I’m sure her father or brother will come sniffing
around.” Peter asked conversationally.
 
 
“Ha! a dog joke! You’re hilarious,” Stiles said sarcastically with a small
huff. Peter huffed too with a roll of his eyes for good measure. “Well unless
they get a hold of your phone and can figure out a way to open that app that’s
only made FYE only then we’ve got nothing to worry about,” Stiles said
confidently. He snapped his fingers and the nurse’s body was gone. The trunk
was clean with not even a drop of blood on the carpet.
 
 
“Is there anyone else, Peter?” Stiles asked thinking there’ had to be someone
else. Right?
 
 
“A chemistry teacher at the high school. Harris. Adrian Harris.” Peter said,
but he seemed hesitant. Stiles smiled. Harris was the douche nozzle that hated
Stiles for some reason. Stiles would love to make that fucker suffer too. The
asshole. Harris had made Stiles’ life a living detention hell since his dad
brought the teacher in for questioning. Stiles knew exactly what he’d love to
do to the man. Stiles hoped Peter would like Stiles' idea. Stiles should have
put that together before, though. Stiles blushed because he suddenly felt like
an idiot.
 
 
“I could frame him for all the murders you’ve committed and make him confess to
them. To Kate's too. If you want?” Stiles said hopefully smiling like a loon.
“I can even make sure they find the nurse in Harris' house. Plant the evidence
that Harris, Kate and the nurse were working together.” Stiles said moving his
eyebrows up and down. And that was the extent of his eyebrow prowess. He was
waiting for Peter who was pacing back and forth in front of him.
 
 
Peter stopped pacing and looked at Stiles. Peter nodded his head down once.
Stiles gave him a little smile and said: “It’s done. Now, like Doc says: let’s
make like a tree and get the fuck outta here.” Stiles said laughing at his own
joke.
 
 
Peter shook his head and followed him to the passenger door instead of going to
the driver’s side. “No, pet, we’re not taking this car. I’m sure you can do
better, can’t you dear?” Peter asked innocently.
 
 
Stiles was surprised because this was new for him. No one’s ever expected
anything from him. Stiles and Deadpool are of the same mind. The minimalist of
effort is Stiles' MO. Stiles released the car door and closed it. Stiles
blinked owlishly at Peter.
 
 
“Prints are gone, now,” Stiles said before he was about to blink again. “What
kind of car do you want?” Stiles asked Peter.
 
 
“My car’s in a garage along with my things. Let’s go there. It’s on Pond Road
at the storage facility there. Do you know it?” Peter asked. Stiles nodded and
as he saw Peter blink, Stiles blinked too.
 
 
By the time Stiles opens his eyes again they’re at the storage facility on Pond
Road. Peter wasn’t even disoriented. Peter walked to one of the garages in the
middle of the facility.
 
 
“Open it,” Peter commanded. Stiles approached the lock and it opened in his
hand. He removed it and lifted the door.
 
 
Peter walked into the garage where there was a sleek red Mercedes SLK. It’s a
convertible because of course, it is. Stiles wondered if Peter was a lawyer
before the fire. Stiles was looking around at all the things in the garage.
There were books all along the walls. Boxes stacked against the farthest wall.
Some of them had labels but Stiles was too far away from them to read spines.
 
 
Stiles realized this must have been Peter’s den. He and didn’t make a move to
walk into the garage. Stiles kept looking as Peter set himself up in the car.
There were rolled up rugs on the other side of the boxes. There’s a huge
mahogany desk right behind the car, with a desk chair tucked into it.
 
 
The car started and started inching forward. Peter stopped the car and opened
the passenger side door. 
 
 
“Sweetheart, do you have to see everything in the garage in order to move it to
my apartment later?” Peter asked.
 
 
“Not if you don’t want me to, but it would help me if I did,” Stiles
answered moving from one foot to the other. Stiles pants were sticky and he was
uncomfortable. Peter must know what Stiles was thinking because Peter told him
to leave the pants because Peter liked the smell of Stiles drying cum. It made
Stiles blush but he left the underwear.
 
“I want everything in my apartment when we get there, so please.” Peter
motioned Stiles with his hand into the garage. Stiles had a near perfect memory
and it didn’t take long for him to take in everything the garage held.
 
Stiles left the garage and Peter motioned for the car. Stiles got in on the
passenger side.
 
“Let’s go home, Pet. I’m going to ruin you.” Peter said with a wicked glint in
his eye. Stiles was looking forward to it.
End Notes
     I think this is the end. I might write more. IDK
     Fin for now, tho.
      
     Update: 5 Nov 2016 - Obviously not the end. Glad you liked it enough
     to read.
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