WARNING THERE IS SEXUAL CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER.
Previously:
It wasn't long before Stiles started to drift off to sleep, when he felt Peter's lips press against his forehead and whisper "goodnight".
Stiles whispered "goodnight" back and fell asleep beside Peter with a smile on his face.
Now
Stiles slowly opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the light that peeked in through the curtains.
Snuggling back into the warm confines of his bed, Stiles suddenly froze when he bumped into someone. Relaxing slightly as last night slowly came back to him. Slowly turning onto his side, Stiles looked at Peter's face and the slow rise and fall of his chest.
Realising how close they were Stiles went to move backwards, when suddenly Peter's arm shot out and pulled him flush against him.
Stiles froze for a moment before relaxing in Peter's arm, enjoying the feel of being so close to him and being surrounding by his scent. Stiles had noticed that lately whenever Peter was near him he felt calmer and safer.
It wasn't long after this that Peter started to stir and opened his eyes.
"Good morning." Peter said his voice husky from sleeping.
"Morning…"Stiles replied as he felt his cheeks heat up.
Peter enjoyed seeing how flustered Stiles was, as he took note of how his arm was wrapped around Stiles' waist.
Leaning in, Peter breathed in deeply enjoying how Stiles and his scents had mixed together, during the night. Peter tightened his grip on Stiles' waist when he heard Stiles' heart start to speed up.
"You smell good." Peter said after a few minutes.
"Um…thanks."
Peter smiled at Stiles, watching his cheeks flush even more. Moving back Peter slowly got out of the bed and stretched, his shirt riding up slightly revealing a small patch of skin. Turning back around Peter noticed Stiles watching him.
"See something you like?" Peter asked.
Stiles rolled his eyes and sat up, without replying not trusting himself not to say something embarrassing. Deciding to change the subject as he noticed Peter's hungry gaze on him, he remembered the disturbance he had overheard his father talk about.
"Have you heard of any witches being in the area?"
Stiles watched as Peter paused his riffling through Stiles' desk and turn to face him.
"Why?" Peter asked
"Last night near the falls, there was a…ritual type thing set up out there." Stiles explained.
"None that I'm aware of. The last coven that was in the area, left a few years before the fire."
"Maybe they came back?" Said Stiles, Peter shook his head.
"No, they were all killed not long after they left, they tried taking over another coven, and it didn't end well."
"Oh…maybe a new coven moved here or…"
"It's possible, but from what you said was at the site, it sounds more like a solo practitioner, maybe someone just starting out."
Peter checked the time and sighed.
"Derek will be expecting me soon."
"Oh ok…" Stiles said shoulders slumping; he didn't want Peter to go yet.
"Sad to see me go?" Peter asked with a smirk.
"No!" Stiles replied quickly, already knowing that his heartbeat had given him away.
Peter smiled at him and moved back onto the bed until he was over the top of Stiles, looking down into his eyes.
Stiles' heartbeat sped up when Peter leant closer to him and lightly bit his neck, before licking the bite mark. Stiles moaned as his whole body buzzed, moving his head to the side to allow Peter more access. Stiles was rewarded with a pleased moan from Peter and another gentle bite.
Just as Stiles thought he was going to explode from all the sensations running through his body, Peter pulled away, his eyes glowing blue and a pleased smile on his face.
"Mine." Peter said with a soft growl and lent in and gave Stiles a bruising kiss. Stiles let out a whine when Peter pulled away, his whole body felt like it was on fire.
Peter gave Stiles a smile and said a quick good bye before leaving through the front door. Stiles lay frozen when Peter left, unable to believe what had just happened. Reaching up to touch his neck, he was shocked to find how sensitive it was, and let out a deep moan as a bolt of pleasure shot through his body and straight to is cock.
Stiles pulled his hand away from it and reached down and pressed his palm against his erection to help relieve some of the pressure growing there.
Unable to think of anything but his aching cock at the moment, Stiles got up and headed into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower Stiles enjoyed how the hot spray of the water felt wonderful against his skin. Closing his eyes Stiles lent his forehead against the tiles. Thinking about how good it had been to wake up beside Peter and knowing when he went to sleep tonight Peter's scent would still be all over his sheets made Stiles smile.
Reaching down he grabbed his aching erection. Shivering slightly as the pleasure started to build with each stroke.
Stiles moaned loudly and sped up his strokes, remembering the feel of Peter's teeth nipping and sucking at his neck. Stiles reached up and touched the spot on his neck, which sent him over the edge. Stiles moaned out Peter's name as he came, his body shaking from the force of his orgasm.
Grabbing a wash cloth Stiles quickly washed himself clean, before hoping out of the shower, his legs slightly wobbly.
Quickly drying himself, Stiles wiped the condensation from the mirror.
"Holy shit." Stiles exclaimed, a deep purple bruise was on his neck. He could just make out some teeth marks, but the area around it seemed to have a slight glow to it. Reaching up to touch it, Stiles quickly moved his hand away when the outside of the bruise brightened a deeper colour before returning to normal when he had pulled his hand back.
"…the hell?" Stiles muttered, as he moved closer to the mirror to have a better look. It was obvious there was something not normal about the mark; bruises didn't just start glowing when you went to touch them. Stiles was so focussed on looking at the mark that when the door bell rang, he jumped forward in shock and banged his forehead on the mirror.
Cursing to himself, Stiles rubbed his now sore forehead and slowly headed down the stairs. Opening the door Stiles was greeted with the sight of Jackson holding a basket full of snacks and DVDs. Stepping aside Stiles let Jackson in and closed the door behind him.
"Morning, what's with the basket of goodies?" Stiles asked as he followed Jackson into the kitchen.
Jackson placed the basket onto the bench and turned to face Stiles, his smile slipping as he sniffed the air.
"Holy shit, did you fuck peter!?" Jackson exclaimed eyes wide and mouth gaping open.
"What? No!" Jackson stared at him with confusion, as he moved closer and sniffed at the air again.
"Hey! Stop with the smelling, personal boundaries dude." Stiles said as he pushed Jackson back.
"You stink of Peter; it smells like you rolled in his clothes or something." Jackson scrunched his nose up again and waited for an explanation.
Stiles was surprised that after his shower he still smelt like Peter. Supressing a smile at the thought, he walked over to the kitchen stool and took a seat.
"When I got to my room last night, Peter was up there on my bed and refused to leave, so I ended up sleeping beside him, but that's it…no sexy times were had."
"What?" Stiles asked in confusion
"You're happy" Jackson said simply with a smile, his eyes almost sparkling in delight.
"It's been awhile since I've seen you like this, it's good. So..." Jackson rounded the bench and sat beside Stiles on the other stool.
"I'm guessing that something else happened?" Jackson asked, waiting patiently for Stiles to answer.
"Well, before he left he kissed me again and…"
"And?" Jackson prompted when Stiles trailed off.
"Well…he sort of bit me" Stiles said.
"Not enough to draw blood." Stiles quickly reassured Jackson, seeing the furious look on his face.
"You sure you're not hurt?" Jackson asked, his eyes checking over Stiles' body for injuries.
"I'm fine, I promise…the weird thing though he left a mark on my neck and it's really we…"
"Where?" Jackson interrupted him, getting up and standing next to him. Pulling down his top, Stiles showed Jackson the bruise.
Jackson's inner wolf reacted and his eyes glowed blue when he looked at the mark, surprise evident on his face.
Jackson took a step back; his wolf had reacted like it was recognising the mark as a claim from his alpha, but Derek…Jackson's wolf growled in protest at the thought of Derek as his alpha.
"What's wrong? Is it bad? Jackson?"
Stiles' panicked voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Shaking his head Jackson sat back down and told him how his wolf had just reacted.
"WHAT?" Stiles started pacing up and down the kitchen; he struggled getting any coherent sentences out. Jackson got sick of watching him walk up and down, and shot his hand out and pulled him so he was sitting back on the stool.
"Calm down."
"But..."
"Relax." Jackson waited until Stiles had calmed slightly before speaking again.
"It's not that surprising, the way you both act with each other and the fact he came to you when he was hurt. Besides when you had me researching those books with you, one was on mates and I've thought for awhile that you two were mates" Stiles nodded his head while listening to Jackson.
"It's just a bit…big especially with mates being kind of a lifetime thing." Stiles said before remembering what Jackson had said about his wolf's reaction.
"Wait! You said your wolf considered it to be a mark from an alpha, but Peter's not an alpha anymore, Derek is."
"I don't know why, all I know is that when I thought of Derek as my alpha my wolf got really agitated. I guess because Derek hasn't helped me with anything since turning…my wolf is looking for an alpha somewhere else." Jackson said as he shrugged his shoulders.
"So it's looking to Peter?" Stiles asked in disbelief.
"Peter's track record as Alpha isn't the best." Stiles said with a laugh.
"True, but he's less crazy this time." They both laughed and sat thinking for awhile.
"On a lighter note" Jackson said, reaching for the basket he had bought.
"I had thought we could have a boy's only night, so I bought enough food and drink to feed three wolves and a human and extra." Jackson started pulling out different goodies from the basket and placing them on the counter.
"Three wolves?" Stiles asked dreading the answer; he didn't exactly feel confident having to deal with Scott just yet. Especially with what was happening with him and Peter.
"You, Isaac, Scott and me. Stop stressing it'll be fine; I have given strict instructions that there is to be no talking about, anything supernatural or relationship related." Jackson put the last of the food on the table, before heading over to the fridge and putting some drinks in.
"Ok…" Stiles said quietly. He just hoped everyone remembered those instructions when they arrived.
"Maybe I should shower again…" Stiles muttered, hand hovering over the mark on his neck.
"I doubt that will help, besides if they don't like it they can leave." Jackson told him.
Sighing to himself, Stiles pulled the pile of DVD's closer to him and flicked through them. Stiles paused when he came across Aliens, showing the cover to Jackson, he couldn't help but grin when Jackson nodded his head and went back to filling up the fridge.
Opening the case Stiles went into the living room and got the movie ready.
Knock, Knock, Knock. Stiles froze when he heard knocking at the front door.
"I'll get it" He heard Jackson say as he appeared from the kitchen.
Fiddling with the hem of his shirt, Stiles' eyes shifted from the hallway to the floor, silently cursing Jackson for organising this. Listening to the sound of Isaac and Scott give a quick greeting to Jackson, Stiles suddenly started to fell self conscious about how much he smelt like Peter, and the mark on his neck. Wishing he had put a jacket on to cover it more, Stiles was just about to go and grab one from his room when Isaac and Scott entered.
"Hey" Stiles said quietly giving them a small wave. The room was heavy with tension, no one really knowing what to do or say.
Scott was staring at Stiles with a confused look, Stiles noticed him sniffing the air every few seconds.
Jackson walked in from the hall and placed some drinks and chips down on the table.
"Movie night, we all know the rules, No relationship talk or supernatural/pack talk, okay?" Jackson said, without waiting for an answer, as he moved over to Stiles and grabbed his shoulders, slowly leading him to the couch before pushing him down on it.
Flopping down beside him, Jackson looked back at the other two wolves and motioned for them to sit.
"Hurry up."
Once everyone was seated, they started the movie. Stiles sat frozen the awkward tension in the air was palpable. He could feel Scott's eyes on him through out the first half of the movie. Isaac who was sitting beside Scott was shifting in his seat every 5 minutes or so, obviously feeling uncomfortable from the room's atmosphere.
"This is nice." Jackson said the silence finally getting too much for him.
Stiles snorted at that, before going quiet again when everyone turned to look at him. Resisting the urge to reach up and touch the mark on his neck Stiles instead reached for his drink and took a large gulp.
"How's your dad Stiles?" Isaac asked reaching forward and grabbing some chips from the table.
"Yeah he's good, on a case at the moment." Stiles replied
"What about you? What's it like living with Derek?"
Isaac took a moment before answering
"It's…different. It's not bad but…more often than not, he's not there and it kind of gets…I don't know." Isaac quickly shoved a handful of chips in his mouth.
"Lonely?" Stiles asked trying not to let his irritation show. Derek knew about Isaac's home life before the Kanima incident, why he bothered taking him in if he wasn't going to show Isaac he was there for him and be a proper guardian for him, Sties didn't know.
"Yeah…" Isaac said before shrugging and getting up,
"Jackson said something about burritos."
"In the kitchen." Stiles said pointing to the door behind him.
Once Isaac left the room the silence descended again. Scott's eyes switching from Jackson to Stiles.
"um… how do you think you went in the chemistry test Scott?" Stiles asked eventually, trying to break the silence.
"Not…not very good." Scott admitted,
"What about you?"
"I think I did alright, we studied the night before it made it a bit easier to remember everything that way…You should study with us for the next one if you're still having trouble." Stiles held his breath as he waited for Scott's answer, normally he would decline saying Alison was helping him or something.
"That would be good…I have been studying with Alison but…I guess I would actually learn if I studied with you…and Jackson." Scott's eyes flicked over to Jackson before returning to look at Stiles.
"How long have you two been studying together." Scott asked before reaching over and grabbing the bag of chips Isaac had left on his chair.
"Awhile now, I…when you started hanging with Alison on our study nights it was too hard for me to stay focussed on my own, so Jackson offered to study with me." Stiles answered quietly.
"Oh…I guess I've missed a lot with you." Scott said before looking away. The room descended into silence again. The sound of the door opening broke everyone out of their thoughts. Isaac walked in carrying a large plate filled with burritos and another filled with curly fries.
Seeing the fries Stiles' eyes lit up, glad for the distraction. Putting the plates down Isaac sat on the floor between Jackson and Stiles and started eating. Stiles smiled at this and grabbed a paper plate and loaded it up with fries and a burrito.
Once everyone was eating, Stiles looked over at Scott and gave him a small smile when he caught him looking. Scott returned the smile before biting into his food.
"This is delicious; I haven't had one of these in ages." Isaac said.
"What do you eat, when you're at Derek's?" Stiles asked he hope Derek at least fed him properly.
"Mostly caned stuff, like spaghetti or baked beans. Derek has a microwave at the loft and the cupboards are almost always stocked with that stuff." Isaac replied as he practically inhaled another burrito.
"What about for lunch?" Stiles asked annoyance creeping into his voice.
"Um…" Isaac hesitated before answering,
"Well Derek mostly just gives me money for the cafeteria at school and on weekends I've been working at Benny's so I get to eat there for free…" Isaac trailed off at the outraged expression on Stiles' face.
Everyone watched wearily as Stiles put his plate down and stood up.
"Excuse me." Stiles said before walking out of the room.
Isaac gave a small whimper when Stiles left the room, having never seen Stiles look that mad before. Looking at the sight of Stiles' half uneaten plate of curly fries, he buried his face into Jackson's leg and shook slightly when he felt the other boy put his hand on his shoulder.
"Don't" Jackson said to Scott who was about to get up and go after Stiles.
"He just needs to calm down." Scott leaned back in his chair at looked at the door Stiles had just left through.
Stiles was slowly slipping away from him, Jackson was taking his place, he couldn't even blame Jackson for it as he knew it was his own fault. He had let himself get so wrapped up in Alison that he had practically abandoned Stiles.
Curling his fist in anger at himself Scott decided he would fix this. When he had walked in he had smelt Peter's scent all over Stiles and he hadn't been happy about it, but when Jackson had reminded them about the no relationship or supernatural talk, he could tell that Jackson knew what was going on between Stiles and Peter, but he didn't seem worried about.
Deciding he would wait until Stiles bought it up, Scott watched as Jackson held onto Isaac's shoulder and told him not to worry, that Stiles was being a mother hen and couldn't help it.
Stiles paced up and down the hall, as he dialled his dad's number. Quickly looking at the door to the living room Stiles walked to the back door and stepped outside.
"Hey kiddo, everything ok?"
"No, not really it's Isaac." Stiles said as he sat on the back door step.
"Is he hurt?" Stiles quickly reassured his dad no one was hurt when he heard his dad's panicked voice.
"No, he's fine no one is hurt, but…I asked him about what it was like with Derek and I didn't get a very good answer." Stiles continued to fill in his dad about what Isaac had said.
John's swearing afterwards made Stiles smile slightly, his dad only swore when he was really mad about something and it always amused Stiles to hear.
"I'll deal with it. Tell him to stay there until I get home tonight, he can stay with us." Before Stiles could reply his dad had hung up.
Stiles stood up and headed back inside, feeling better knowing that Isaac was going to be looked after properly for a change. He hated seeing his pups hurt or upset.
Pups? Where the hell had that come from? Stiles shook his head before stepping through the living room door.
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