Set after Season 2, Peter's joined Derek's pack and Stiles just wants some peace and quiet to enjoy his life and not keep getting nearly killed. It doesn't go to plan and Peter cashes in on it, but is it a game or something more permanent?

Rated M (due to the violence don't get your hopes up for other stuff)

Warnings: Male on male, knotting, Mpreg implied, underage (kind of), touches of dub con, illegal drug use (not by choice), show level violence and death, others added as required.

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Forfeit

01 – Hanging Around

With Jackson no longer a Kanima, things should be quiet, but Erika and Boyd are still missing and now we have an Alpha Pack to sort out. I've spent a damn good day with Scott practicing my lacrosse skills and he freaking cheated on the wolfy powers thing.

It's okay though, because if I can take him on then it'll up my game against the average humans running around the place.

Humming I stroll along after him towards the burnt out husk of the old Hale house, seriously Derek needs to do something about this place, possibly with a sledgehammer or a wreaking ball.

Since neither Derek nor Scott trust each other the 'Pack' is fairly strained at the moment. Add in the return of the undead creeper wolf Peter, and this 'Pack Meeting' is going to be a bundle of fun.

Jackson has his anchor, Lydia, sweet Lydia, and has told Derek to take a hike, even after Derek saved his life, kinda. So there's just me, Scott, Derek, Isaac and Peter. Five of us against five Alphas, these are not good odds.

Predictably Scott and Derek don't see eye to eye on anything but it's when Isaac sits next to Scott and they start talking, leaving me with either Derek or Peter to sit next to, it turns out to be Peter as he gives up control of the meeting to Derek without a fight, that I really notice how friendly the two teen Beta wolves have become.

The meeting isn't a complete disaster until the end when Scott and Isaac leave together talking about the vets and pulling pain and how amazing it is, they forget about me and I stomp out to see Scott slipping into Isaac's battered car to drive home. Guess I'm going solo then. That's not a problem, I can do solo, I don't need them. I don't need anyone.

Only the revving of the engine warns me to jump to one side as Derek, the dick of an Alpha, peels out of the drive in his sexy black Camero, shaking my fist I yell, "Road Hog! Road Wolf thing! Oh great, that's it you and Peter leave me in the creepy werewolf infested forest on my own near dusk, I'm fine!" And I am, totally.

Scuffing my feet I sulk for a few seconds and then realise I'm in the creepy werewolf infested forest on my own near dusk and hurry towards my jeep, my baby, and my ride to home and safety.

A flash of something catches my eye and I stop to see a glittering coming from the forest floor. I'm going to ignore it and then decide that a few seconds aren't going to hurt. Sneaking over with ninja stealth, I'm close when I hear a twang sound and my feet get taken out from under me and I end up upside down in a Hunter's trap.

If I were Scott I'd simply claw the metal snare around my feet that's holding me captive, but I'm not Scott and I try and reach the snare with zero effect apart from I'm now swinging in midair and I'm getting motion sick.

Damn it.

Oh, phone.

Digging in my pockets I try and locate my phone and then crow as I pull it out to see that the battery has died, "Crap," I swear and try to think my way out of the trap.

Somewhere in the forest a twig snaps and I frantically flap my arms like that's going to help, a rustling of leaves and a gleam of amber werewolf's eyes and I attempt to bluff with, "Stop right there or you will face the wrath of Stiles."

"The wrath of Stiles?" It's Peter and he stalks towards me amused and not the slightest bit afraid.

It's when he's standing in front of me that I discover that my face is about groin height with a perfect view of his crotch. So not awesome, "Peter get me down," and I hope the creeper wolf is on board with the Pack thing.

"Why?" His answer derails my plans, though he's calm and not wolfed out, and I'm now stuck in a creepy forest infested with Peter.

"Because we're Pack and that's what Pack does," I point out appealing to his wolfish instincts.

"Hmm, slight problem though," he smirks down at me, "You're not part of my Pack."

Flailing physically and mentally I yell, "Dude, totally part of your Pack, we were just at a Pack Meeting, therefore Pack, so get me down from here."

"No," his smirk gets bigger, "Your Pack and my Pack had a combined Pack Meeting, but since you're a part of Scott's Pack and I'm a part of Derek's Pack, and neither of them get on, am I even allowed to help you without upsetting my Alpha…" He trails off and continues to smirk at me. "Unless…" He offers.

Damn him.

"Unless what?" I snap at him and cross my arms.

"Hmm, you pay me a forfeit…" And he's even more predatory now.

Having a far too close up view of his groin, I have the unenviable pleasure of seeing his dark jeans start to bulge and the reality of just how alone I am with Peter hits home.

Oh my god.

Squeaking and trashing in the trap, I scream for all I'm worth in the incredibly vain hope that Scott is near enough to hear me, it's a very faint hope and I'm left exhausted and hoarse hanging in a trap upside down as Peter calmly watches me.

"Finished?" He asks and lifts an eyebrow at me, "You haven't even heard what the forfeit is yet," I glare angrily at him, "Oh Stiles, it's just a kiss, one single innocent kiss, on the mouth, no tongues."

Dubiously I study him and then a cold wind makes me shiver so I nod wanting down and vowing to never let my phone battery get so low again. "Excellent," he smiles pleased and leaps upwards to the sound of metal being cut and I crash to the ground in an uncoordinated heap.

"Ow," I complain loudly at him, he holds his hand out and I take it letting him pull me to my feet and he's wrapping his arms around me reminding me of an octopus.

Ineffectually pushing at his shoulders I surrender and he shifts so he can cup my face with one hand, oh so slowly he leans in and kisses me. His mouth is warm on mine, there's barely any pressure and before I can blink he's gone again standing a good five feet away from me.

"Um…" I have no idea what to say.

"I'll follow you home and make sure you get there safely," he says, "For free, of course."

"Right," I edge backwards away from him and flounder to my jeep. Getting in I start her up and drive away ruthlessly not thinking about the kiss, or Peter, and parking up I almost cry with relief to see dad's cruiser in the yard. Glancing around I see Peter leaning against a tree, he waves his fingers at me and then melts backwards in a totally cool, but creepy, way and I go inside closing the door firmly behind me.

I also lock the door.

My lips might have a lingering after touch to them that's a bit tingly but I ignore them and sit near my dad doing my homework, just in case he needs input on something.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.

Sorry I got hit with yet another plot bunny, I promise to keep working on my series things though...