A/N: This is the first of a series of one-shots. Not all of them will go together. Summaries will be provided for each chapter.

AU. Peter and Stiles are hanging back at the loft, while the gang is at the bank trying to rescue Boyd and to see if Erica is actually dead. They find something worthwhile to pass the time…

Without further ado, here ya go!

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter One:

"What are the chances that Scott and Derek are actually able to catch Cora and Boyd?" I asked Peter, as I bounced my legs up and down and fidgeted with my car keys. I can't sit still. Derek and Peter actually have another living relative?! What?! Who knew? Erica is dead. She's actually dead. I don't think that tonight could have gotten any worse, if it tried. "We should be out there helping them… or just don't something – anything."

"What do you recommend that we do, Stiles? I'm still weak. Coming back to life takes its toll on one's body. What can you do? You're just a human." Peter replied, offhandedly. I huffed.

"I am so freaking tired of everyone treating me like I'm useless, until they need something. So what if I'm human?! Since when is that a bad thing?! Being a werewolf doesn't make you better than me!" I snapped. Peter froze and looked at me, taken aback. "You're all the same. See if I help you, the next time one of you decides to just break into my room through my window."

"Stiles," Peter interrupted my rant. I glared at him.

"I'm surprised you even know my name." I quipped at him. He just looked amused. A calculating smirk graced his face. It just fueled my anger. Really? I'm pissed and he thinks that it's funny. Well. That's just great!

"There are so many things that I know about you, Stiles." Peter said as he stood up and crept closer to me. I shifted backwards in my seat.

"The fact that you know about something other than yourself shocks me. I didn't know that you were capable of seeing anything past your gigantic ego." I snapped. Peter chuckled and kept moving closer.

"My, my, is someone feeling feisty this evening?" He asked me. I shrugged, determined not to dignify his jab with an answer. "You know, Stiles," Peter purred. "I've always thought that it was such a shame that you never let me turn you… You're such a curious human, but much smarter than most of the others. I've always wondered how you'd fare as a wolf. But you know, I can still think of ways to enjoy you as a human."

"Wait, what?" I squeaked. He doesn't… He doesn't actually mean… Does he?

"Don't play dumb, Stiles. It's not your strong-suit. I can smell the arousal on you, whenever you're around. I know that this isn't one-sided. Please, don't stoop as low to insult my intelligence." Peter moved even closer and I could feel his breath on my face. "Tell me – how do you feel about tainting my nephew's bed?"

"Wh-what?"

"I can think of so many things that would be better uses of your mouth. I really think that you should let me fuck you, Stiles." Peter clarified. I lost all ability to speak.

"I –" As soon as I tried to answer him, the door to the loft flew open and my opportunity to get laid by Peter flew out the window.

"Leave your window open later. We'll finish this conversation."