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Faces mere inches from each other the fox pursed his lips, mockingly blowing a kiss at the eldest Hale who was still holding tightly to the Nogitsune's neck. In response Peter gnashed his teeth before using his grip on it's neck to bring their lips together in a punishing kiss filled with anger, need, and of course what the Nogitsune worked so hard for strife. Moaning it's pleasure, the fox used the pride and ever present narcissistic streak that was particularly prominent in this wolf.
Reveling in the way it's host, this Stiles tried to resist, fighting against the pleasure his body was feeling at the hands of the man he most wanted to experience these things with for the first time. The fox enjoyed the conflict of emotions in both the boy and the wolf. It was delicious how they tried to resist the temptation of something they both clearly wanted, just not with the Nogitsne in the driver's seat. Around to taint the whole thing for both of them.
Now neither would be able to do even the most simple act of intimacy without associating it with thoughts of the Nogitsune and everything it managed to accomplish in it's time. That was assuming of course that both survive everything the fox had planned for the sleepy little town of Beacon Hills, California. "Mmmm there we go Peter. Let him see the animal hiding under that cool facade."
Releasing a menacing growl that Stiles could remember hearing on the occasions he had been around the wolf had thrown himself into battle, Peter grabbed ahold of the boy's hair with once again claw tipped fingers forcing his head back exposing his long neck. The laugh that burst from the boy's mouth in response did nothing but further piss the wolf off. "Yeah, there it is. That's what I'm talking about, let's see you without that armor of control." They were nothing more than schoolyard taunts really, nothing that should hold as much sway as they did in the moment.
He was so lost to his rage at this "thing" sitting in his lap that he didn't notice when the Nogitsune had resumed their grinding of hips as if Peter's fury just fed into it's desire. Not even the sparks and jolts of pleasure broke him out of the haze he seemed to be in, if anything the itch for violence that was always there in the background seemed amplified in the forefront of his mind. At this point the growling coming from Peter was constant which of course the fox had to comment on while adding a twist of the hips in the process.
"Ooooh it's like a purring kitten. How adorable, zombie-wolf." And Maybe it was the fact that it was so like what the real Stiles would say that managed to break him out of his stupor, but he didn't have any patience for the fox as he did for the boy to allow such insults. With one hand still gripping Stiles' head, Peter used the other to grasp the boy's hip pulling the body closer while grinding up taking over the rhythm that the fox set. "You want to see what kind of monster I can be then?"
Once again he was baring his teeth caused the thing in his lap to laugh again before humming the affirmative. "You think I care that it isn't really Stiles grinding back against me, but just his body? I don't." Scraping his fangs against Stiles' throat both as a threat and because he always wanted to, and it was a possibility he'd never get another chance, Peter continued the teasing grind of hips. Lips and teeth working against the deceptively delicate skin towards an ear, leaving purpling marks in his wake.
Peter continued on not letting the fox get a word in, "It's really the same difference to me. I've wanted this hot little body for a long while, why should I care who's behind the wheel." His words were starting to get a raspy breathless quality to them that comes with pleasure building.
The Nogitsune hummed questioningly not resisting the wolf's grip instead simply saying, "Not what I expected there creeper-wolf gotta admit. I figured there would be more of a noble resistance at the very least." It was Peter's turn to laugh at that, face still pressed to the skin of Stiles' throat adding a little more menace to it than necessary even as he continued the rhythmic grinding that was bringing both parties closer to completion. Yet even with all the pleasure both of them were treating it more like a game of chicken than an anything else. "Well obviously you didn't look closely enough at Stiles' memories of me, because this is exactly like something I'd do." Peter had more than enough experience to deceive this fox holding Stiles hostage in his own mind, afterall the majority of the memories the boy had of him didn't cast him in the best of lights. Even the somewhat kinder acts he made after his dramatic return could be looked upon as having ulterior motives.
With a tilt of the head the fox closed it's eyes slight crease between the brows as it went back over the memories it's host had of the nearly feral wolf beneath him and could easily see what his host apparently had no interest in knowing. Peter hadn't changed, he was just biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment. "I can appreciate a man who has the patience and cunning to hide in plain sight before releasing chaos onto those who least expect you to betray them." Peter could easily hear the approval in the Nogitsune's words, and smiled scraping his fangs once again along Stiles' skin determined not to think about the boy trapped inside his own body. Just as Peter himself was while he was healing from the fire that he shouldn't have survived.
The Nogitsune could see potential in this wolf that it had to admit was an unexpected bonus. Peter could be an unexpected accomplice to all the chaos the fox wanted to cause, all he'd have to do was help him steal the Alpha power from one of the two Alpha's in this sleepy little city.
There had never been anybody the Nogitsune had even considered working with before and the thought that this clever wolf could be the first caused a moan to escape enjoying both the idea and the teeth that kept scraping against it's host's neck just shy of breaking the skin.
"What would you say to working together there Uncle Peter?"
"I'd say, where should we start?"