Rated T for: Blood, minor language, torture (kindaish). WARNING! Rating will probably change!

Pairing(s): StilesXDerek, one sided StilesXPeter (if you look really hard...)

I've always found the way Peter and Stiles interact with eachother intriguing. Like there's some unknown factor causing tension. Or maybe the factor was that Peter was the big, bad alpha and Stiles was pissing himself out of fear... Either way, I've always liked their 'relationship.'

Pain.

The first thing Stiles registered as he slowly regained consciousness was pain. Everywhere.

He slowly opened his eyes but quickly closed them again to avoid the light shining brightly in his eyes. He tried to rub the tiredness from his eyes, but couldn't move. He tugged again and found that his hands were tied tightly behind his back. His legs were bound to the chair he sat in. No matter how much the teen squirmed, he couldn't free himself.

"That's not going to do much."

Stiles opened his eyes again to find the light in his face had been turned off and the small room was now lit by a single naked bulb hanging from the ceiling. The room had no windows and there was only one door, straight ahead of him. The corners to the left and right of the door were hidden behind thick black curtains. He looked around for the bearer of the voice, but saw no one.

"I'm glad you're awake."

The stranger was directly behind him. Stiles tried to crane his neck back to see who it was, but strong hands held his head in place.

"Don't bear your neck to me…" the voice warned. "I might find your invitation too desirable to resist…"

"What invitation?" Stiles asked, not trusting his own voice. He chose his next words carefully. "Who are you?"

"I am merely an admirer. A person who can appreciate your talents. Talents you don't even know you have…"

"Why did you bring me here?"

"To re-extend an invitation that you previously refused. I have new information that might… help you reconsider…"

Stiles thought for a few moments then realization dawned on him. "Peter."

The teen heard a deep chuckle and the ex-alpha walked in front of him. He crouched down and sat on the heels of his feet, arms crossed over his knees. "I knew you'd figure it out."

"I thought you were dead."

"Ah, that was just a little bump in the road. Actually, I had a little help with that endeavor from a friend of yours…" he said calmly, standing up. He strode over to the left corner and tore down the curtain.

"Lydia!"

The redhead sat slumped in a chair like his own, except she was out cold. She was bound like he was to the chair and a rag was tied over her mouth, gagging any sounds she could make if she was awake.

"Let her go!" Stiles yelled as the alpha crouched next to her. He simply smiled and used a clawed finger to brush her bangs from her face. "You keep your filthy hands off her!"

Peter turned to look at Stiles, who was struggling aimlessly against his binds. "You're not in a position to be making demands like that now, are you?"

Stiles wriggled for another moment, and then gave up, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "I'll do anything…" he whispered, knowing his captor could hear him.

"Promises like that are dangerous to make."

"I know. But I love her…"

Peter scoffed. "This little girl? You don't love her."

Stiles glared up at the wolf, throwing his concern for self-preservation out the window. "What the hell do you know!?" he screamed, face flushing bright red.

Peter looked a bit taken aback by Stiles' little outburst, but quickly regained his poker face. He sauntered over to the teen, who was quickly regretting yelling at the man who could kill him with one of his ten ridiculously sharp claws. Peter roughly grabbed his victim's cheeks with one hand and squeezed until the younger man cried out in pain. The other clawed hand ran slowly down the teen's chest until his claws pierced the skin over Stiles' stomach. Stiles bit down on his bottom lip and clamped his eyes shut in order to stop from crying out again. He could feel blood dampen his shirt.

"Accept the bite."

Stiles leered at the man who was smirking at him. "Never," he spit out through clenched teeth. The teen couldn't help himself, he gasped as claws as sharp as knives dug deeper into his flesh.

"I don't want to hurt you…"

"Little late for that, isn't it?" Stiles chuckled, trying to disguise his fear.

Peter just stared into the younger man's eyes, trying to understand what was running through his mind. "I can hear your heartbeat…"

"Yeah, me too." If Stiles was going to die, he was going to go out with a bang.

"You're scared…"

"Wow, Sherlock. Deduce that all by yourself?" he winced out, voice cracking as Peter squeezed his cheeks again.

"…But not for yourself," the wolf finished. "There's something you're hiding. I heard a skip when I said you don't love Lydia."

"Yeah, heartbeats tend to be erratic when people are scared," Stiles said, trying not to look away from his intense stare that felt like it was digging into his soul. "Didn't you learn that in doggie daycare when you were exhibiting your tyrannical toddler dictatorship over all the other kids?"

Peter held onto Stiles for another moment then retracted his claws from the teen's abdomen. Stiles whined quietly as the pressure was released from his face. He stretched his jaw quickly and looked down at his bleeding stomach. It didn't look too bad, but the wound stung like hell.

"Well, when Lydia wakes up, we'll all have a nice little chat... I'm sure you'll sing like a canary once I start breaking her pretty little fingers one by one," Peter promised, pulling a fold-up chair from behind where the knocked out redhead sat.

"I've never been one for singing…" Stiles snapped back, quick as a whip. "I actually got kicked out of chorus."

A loud groan sounded from behind the second curtain and Peter smirked. "Look's like our other guest is awake…" he said, walking over to the curtain. He pulled it down and Stiles' heart sunk.

"Derek…" he whispered.

The alpha was slumped against the corner behind gray bars, eyes slowly opening to look around. He caught Stiles' gaze and his eyes went wide. Derek stood quickly and moved to grab the bars, but withdrew his hand as if he had been shocked. His head snapped around to glare at Peter. "I killed you."

"That's a conversation for another day," he said dismissively.

"You're not going to have another day when I get out of here," Derek growled.

"These bars are infused with mountain ash, nephew. Do you know what that means?" Derek tentatively went to touch the bars, but again, couldn't get closer than a few inches before he had to pull his hand away. "Very good…" Peter remarked, walking back over to Stiles. "Stiles. Stiles, Stiles, Stiles…" the wolf shook his head and leaned over to whisper in the teen's ear. "I know your little secret…"

"No."

The wolf stood back up straight and grinned in the most wicked way Stiles had ever seen before in his life. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them back and forth. "This is just beautiful!"

"Don't…" Stiles whimpered weakly, hanging his head in shame. Any courage he might have had when he was back sassing Peter had abandoned him now.

"Stiles," Peter said, gesturing to the defeated teen. "Is in love… with you!" he held a hand out towards Derek.

The alpha turned his gaze to Stiles, who couldn't look him in the eyes. He didn't want either wolf to see the tears that were on the edge of spilling over. "Stiles… is that true?"

A heavy silence hung over the room until Peter clapped his hands together again and laughed. "Oh, Fractious Day, this is just too perfect! Derek, do you… you don't love him back, do you?"

This is the first part of either a two or three part story. Yup, yup, yup. Cliffhanger. I bet ya'll are mad. See that box below the story? Why don't you all tell me how upset you are by typing it up in there and clicking 'Post Review.' or whatever it says... That would really show me.

And was it just me or did 2x09 make you cry like a big fat baby? The part where Papa Stilinski was like "You! *points accusing beer bottle* You killed your mother!" WAAAHHH!