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Other than pack meets, Stiles hadn’t had the chance to see Peter one-on-one, not since their date. And with Derek throwing them ugly looks any time they got too close when they were around one another, Stiles was getting a bit fed up with the distance.
His mark was gone completely now, and it was the moment it went away - and Stiles couldn’t make out the pricks of teeth - that he knew he had to make time for Peter.
He put off weapon-making for a night and stuffed his gun in the back of his pants before climbing into the jeep. He was over halfway there before he figured he should probably text the older man, just in case he wasn’t at home.
‘Are you at your house? Like, right now? Right this moment?’
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Girl’s night out had consisted of Stiles, Lydia, Allison and Erica originally. Erica, though, got tied up in doing something for Derek that was taking longer than expected, and Allison called late to tell them that her dad was taking her out for the weekend, and she had to pack in the morning, so she was also a no-show.
With it dwindled down to Stiles and Lydia, it quickly became just... Stiles. Stiles, who didn’t mind, even though he was watching a previous crush hook up with a guy that would never resemble him, especially now. He patted her on the back in reassurance when the hulking guy offered to take her out. He insisted she go and have fun, that he’d be fine, that he’d call Scott, even though he had no intentions of following through with it.
He still wasn’t drunk, and he came there for that purpose. So, with that in mind, he knocked back another shot and leaned over the counter to ask for a few more.
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Peter held Stiles’s hand tightly and pulled him in closer as they walked to the car, draping his arm over his friend’s shoulders, “You know you didn’t have to come with me, right? I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything. I could always go to Nebraska by myself and tell you what I find when I come back, Derek could help you feed on animals while I’m gone.”
“I didn’t feel obligated,” Stiles responded as he looked the alpha in the eyes, “Peter, you’re my closest friend, at this point, and you know how I feel about you. Trust me, it wasn’t a hard choice. Difficult, yeah, but not hard."
"And I think it was more like... You didn’t have to come with me. I’m the one that’s changed, I’m the one being ostracized - and now you are, as well, for sticking up for me. So, really, it’s the other way around. He shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, no one likes an ultimatum, now he has some time to think about what he’s done.”
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*If there are any moments when the tense changes from past to present, we apologize, all the fics we've been werking on lately have been present, so it was VERY difficult reverting back.
Stiles had been sitting awkwardly by Peter’s side for almost three minutes, glancing between his dad and Peter as he smiled at them both. His dad had done nothing but glare at Peter pretty much since the werewolf walked through the door, and when Stiles had to leave the room and came back, pretty much nothing had changed.
“So,” Stiles said slowly and his dad glanced at him for a moment, “Dad, you’re probably wondering why I invited Peter over for dinner tonight.”
John raised his brows, his arms crossed over his chest, “Not really, I think I know why he’s here.”
Stiles frowned and pursed his lips, “Peter is Derek’s uncle, I don’t think you two’ve had the chance to meet, properly, yet,” He said as he motioned to his boyfriend, “He and I have... We’ve kinda started dating.”
Being so sassy to Allison probably wasn’t the best idea in the world. He knew he was ‘bait’, but he’d been curious as to how she’d do it. And now, here he was, bleeding out, arrow in his left leg, stumbling through a forest - likely full of predators - and he knew she and her hunters were just behind, a safe distance away, bows and guns at the ready.
He’d stopped a couple times, which normally earned another arrow as warning, whizzing right by his ear, or nicking his arm. But, at this rate, he wasn’t going to last very long.
Stiles pulled his plaid overshirt off at one point, tightening it over the top of his leg before finally ripping the damn arrow out. He clutched it in his hand, just in case something that wasn’t Derek came out of the darkness to try and get him.
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The problem with waiting to confront Stiles, Derek realized, was that he ended up with too much time to stew in the possibilities, and the anger he felt towards his uncle boiled to an alarming level.
All throughout practice he kept his distance from Stiles, forcing himself to keep his eyes on his betas, who oddly enough seemed to be listening and getting along for once - the majority of them, anyways.
He waited until everyone was leaving and moved to catch Stiles before he got in his jeep, hand gripping the younger man’s forearm, “Stiles, wait.”
The alpha swallowed, “Can I talk to you for a minute? ”
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Stiles woke up the next morning, body tornado’d around his blanket and pillow, he turned and stretched, spine arching off the bed as he reached down to touch himself, but stopped as he remembered he couldn’t really do that.
He had this new body, and he couldn’t even use it properly, and he still woke up with that phantom sense of morning wood, only he didn’t have the tool to get off with. He tried again this time, already soaking wet from his attempts the night before, juices heady and he tried for nearly an hour, again, before he gave up.
He climbed from the bed, a little put off, and dressed quickly. He wasn’t sure how often women changed bras, so he put on a different one this time, a black, lacy one that made him stare at his chest for a good while before promptly trying to get off a third time.
But, as he was quickly discovering, it was impossible to get off as a woman. He had to be doing something wrong somewhere, he just wasn’t sure what.
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Lydia bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet and grabbed Stiles by the wrist before leading him to all the bras, pointing enthusiastically at the demi cups and grabbing a couple that looked like they’d fit, all but shoving them and his chest.
She grabbed more than one type of panties, loading her arms full with boy shorts, bikini cuts and thongs, pushing those at him as well before turning him around and ushering him back to the fitting room, “If you’re not too shy after you put these on, I wanna see how everything fits. You don’t want the bras to be too tight or too loose.”
Stiles took the underwear and walked into one of the stalls nervously, “Uh yeah, okay,” He said as he flipped the latch and set down his things, looking at himself a little tentatively now before reaching back and grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling it overhead and stopping for a moment to stare at his chest.
Stiles moved forward, reaching up to wrap his arms around Peter’s neck and pulling him in, he turned against the alpha, lips pressed to the corner of his jaw as he closed his eyes, “Okay, okay, stop talking. Goddamn, you’re like fifty times more needy now that I’m dead,” Stiles joked weakly, his claws growing as he scratched through Peter’s hair.
“I’m not needy, I’m just trying to appeal to your better nature,” Peter said, wrapping his arms around his friend’s waist and squeezing him tightly, “Because you’re even more stubborn now than you were alive.”
The Vampire ignored Peter’s words, choosing not to comment on them. He frowned as he slowly realized that his boner was practically prodding the older man’s hip, “Sorry,” He said suddenly, and if he wasn’t undead, he would’ve been blushing clear down to his toes.
Peter left Stiles’s house with a little more pep in his step than he’d had before, grinning to himself all the way home. So, naturally his nephew would be waiting in the dark of his home, waiting to spoil the evening he’d had with his 21 questions and that brooding stare.
He wasn’t sure it was possible to taint his mood, though, because something he’d wanted for years was now within his grasp. Derek could try, but he’d likely not succeed.
“Nephew,” The older man sighed and moved from the door, hanging his coat up on the coat hanger as he narrowed his eyes at Derek, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Stiles wasn’t even a part of the fight taking place, the wizard swinging his arm about as their three alphas cornered him, but he knew that the chances of becoming involved were higher than they would’ve been if he was miles away.
Stiles wasn’t patient enough to wait back like most of their pack, opting to help out the best he could, by lining the large room with mountain ash. He was just a few feet from completion when a spell came out of nowhere and smacked him square in the chest. It knocked him off balance, like he was hit by a fucking wrecking ball, and he fell backwards into the table of potions behind him.
Winded, he sat up painfully, the bag of mountain ash scattered all over him and the floor below. He stood, about to look down and complain about the state of his clothes (which he quickly realized weren’t wet, though the broken bottles around him suggested otherwise), but stopped.
He felt a sudden sharp shift inside of him, wrenching, painful, like a blade being lifted through his guts. Stiles reached down to clutch at his chest, brows raising when his hands met an unusual softness that he wasn’t really familiar with, and his jacket slackened on his shoulders, falling off of both sides. He gasped as his pants dropped to the floor.
“What?” Stiles reached down to pull them up while in the midst of trying to keep his fucking boxers up as well.
Once morning started settling in, Stiles had to move to the other side of the couch to avoid the light when they realized that that actually was an issue with Vampires. He started getting hungry again, almost getting to the point where even Peter looked good to eat, and he glanced at the alpha in concern when he heard a car park outside.
His eyes pooled black and he tried swallowing, “Who is it? What’s going on?” He asked as he heard a pair of heartbeats, as he listened to the blood flowing in their veins and his teeth descended, “Peter.”
Peter offered a small smile and reached to pat Stiles on the knee, “It’s okay, calm down,” He tried soothing the younger man before standing, “You have to eat, Stiles. I’ll watch you and make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”
The alpha moved to the door and grabbed the handle, looking back at his friend pointedly, “But maybe you should get a hold on the fangs so you don’t scare them before they even get a chance to get comfortable.”
Peter had picked up Stiles for the dinner date and proceeded to be both flirtatious and gentlemanly throughout the entire night. Stiles didn’t really know what to do with himself at this point. He knew he liked Derek, he’d wanted Derek for a while now, and he’d tried to remain adamant about that, but he'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit he might actually be falling for Peter.
After learning more about the man, talking with him and being around him on a more personal level, Stiles was finding himself in a position where he enjoyed Peter’s company. Sure, the guy had made some mistakes, done a few bad things, but he’d been driven to it - and Stiles was starting to feel like he might be seeing the man that had existed ten years ago, gentle and kind, but still sarcastic as Hell.
The orders started small - doing stupid, useless things for Renner - arbitrary things as the man watched Stiles and pointed out things, flaws, things he would’ve done differently. Apparently Stiles had been casting wrong, but he’d never really gotten the time to perfect it with Deaton before his predecessor was overtaken.
Stiles was somewhat surprised by the fact that the werewolf actually didn’t do anything to him, sexually, like he’d implied (and even acted slightly on) but it was probably just a show, to Derek, to make him angry.
Stiles worked willingly, knowing it was what he gave in order to save Derek but, after a while, the requests became... Sketchy. And eventually, they were just dark and demented, making him kill people, werewolves, and Stiles had been defiant to start with but, over time, he couldn’t fight anymore - he didn’t have the energy to.
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Scott grumbled incoherently, eyes still firmly shut and brows drawn together, head pounding as he raised a hand to cover his face to keep the light from blinding him. The light never usually filtered in through his windows so brightly, so the fact that it was bothering him and he hadn’t even opened his eyes yet was a bit confusing.
Rolling to his back, the alpha realized he was sore in ways he hadn’t felt in years, joints stiff and achy like he’d laid too long on a hard surface. He stretched, bones creaking and popping as he finally opened his eyes, brows furrowing even more as he stared at the ceiling fan; a ceiling fan that wasn’t his.
Blinking slowly, Scott rolled his head to the side and his eyes landed on Stiles, sleeping as peacefully as ever just next to him, naked and slobbering on his pillow. He continued to stare for a moment, smacking his lips quietly in a feeble attempt to get rid of his morning breath and suddenly his eyes widened, the entirety of the situation actually dawning on him.
Stiles was in bed with him and they were both naked. The alpha went to move backwards, flailing slightly in an attempt to get away and he fell from the bed he didn’t remember getting in, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
Stiles had called his dad, as Peter had told him to, and informed him that he’d be staying at Scott’s. He wasn’t use to lying to his dad so shamelessly, and in front of Peter, nonetheless, but he didn’t really have a choice - and that was kind of the point of it all.
They finished their Chinese and Stiles laid on the ground still, typing out the project on his laptop late into the night before finally closing it and standing, joining the older man in the bedroom. It was weird, being at Peter’s so late, and seeing the older man during the nighttime hours when they weren’t involved in some pack mischief or something similar.
Stiles wet his lips as he glanced at the bed, at the covers now clean and changed, and then he was at a loss for words, because normally when he was on his own, he just went to sleep when he wanted to, and when he was with Scott, they passed out from staying awake too long, and he wasn’t really sure what to do now.
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