Sooo I figured out how to post stories from my phone and am now going a bit off the deep end with my new powers. You may be seeing a sudden jump In my activity. This is not normal. Run.

"Hello Scott." Peter said pleasantly into the phone. He leaned back leisurely in the drivers side of the car he'd stolen.

"Peter?" Scott's voice came through incredulous and wary. "What do you want?"

"Oooh, now don't be like that." Peter tutted. "Can't I just call to say hi?"

Scott huffed. "No."

The older werewolf shrugged. "I'd be offended if you weren't right."

"What do you want?" Scott asked again and this time Peter chuckled.

"I just need your assistance with something." He admitted looking at his nails with a frown. "Nothing to strenuous."

"Why exactly should I help you?"

Peter smiled, a slow, sly kind of smile as he turned to the teenager tied and gagged in the passenger seat of the car. "Because, if you don't I'll leave town and take your cute little friend with me." He patted Stiles on the cheek, the boy flinched away glaring at him. "And I guarantee," his smile had just a bit of fang to it, "you won't be able to find him."

Scott's breathing stuttered and then abruptly turned into deep growl. "Peter If you hurt him I-"

"Hurt him?" Peter faked shock, even going so far as to place a hand over his chest. "Oh Scott," he cooed reaching over to stroke Stiles cheek with the back of his hand in a far to gentle gesture. Stiles jerked away from the touch, glaring at him in a stunningly fierce way considering his situation. Peter smirked and said quietly, "the thought hadn't even crossed my mind. Though I admit, several other intriguing thoughts," he grabbed the teen's chin and dragged his thumb slowly across his duct taped mouth, "did."

Stiles eyes went wide and shocked and Peter took a moment to revel in the reaction before a low, threatening growl sounded over the line. "Peter." Scott sounded all but wolfed out and the older werewolf rolled his eyes. The dramatics of teenagers.

"Oh calm down," he said dryly, "I haven't done anything untoward to your friend, brother, whatever you're calling your little bond these days." There was that glare again. He was quite fetching when he was trying to murder Peter with his eyes. "I did say I needed your cooperation didn't I?" He leaned across the seat as he spoke next, pressing his lips to Stiles jaw. The teen went tense in his grip, he wondered if the boy was remembering the last time Peter had his teeth to Stiles skin.

"So long as I get it," no doubt Scott could hear Stiles pounding pulse, "I won't do anything you'll regret."

Silence fell over the line and Peter practically counted the seconds, his lazy smirk dragging down Stiles taught throat. Finally, "what do you need?"

Peter's smirk turned down right predatory as he pulled away from Stiles, patting the teen's cheek once more. "Good boy."