See Chapter 1 for all warnings.
To Save Them All
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Dishing up dinner onto two plates, I grab cutlery and some sodas, before walking back up the stairs with the tray to grace Peter with my presence, and food.
He's where I left him, all stretched out on my bed, like this is a normal thing and it reminds me so much of the times we had together than I can't help smiling at him. We'd take it in turns sneaking off to go and make breakfast in bed, breakfast that often turned into sex, because it was totally not my fault if the syrup drizzled a little over him and you can't waste it and…
Dragging my thoughts back to the here and now I ignore the growing problem in my pants, I forgot what being in puberty was like, damn it anything can get you going. Sitting on the bed I silently hand Peter his soda, a plate of food and the cutlery.
Watching out of the corner of my eye I can see him sniff the food suspiciously and then take a very tentative bite of the chicken, I see the surprise flash over his face and then he's staring at me, "This is... delicious," he'd paused over the last word and I wonder what he was thinking of saying.
"Thanks," I take it at face value and grin at him as I preen at his praise, he should like it, he's the one that taught me to cook it in the first place.
We eat in silence and he's savouring the chicken, he even licks his fork to get all the taste off of it, I finish off my dinner and put my plate on my computer table, then I sit on the chair there and wait for him. He takes his time, just like I hoped he would, and then he'll have to leave.
"Stiles, that really was amazing," he sighs softly and wiggles to get more comfy on my bed, I keep my mouth shut, a hard learned skill but right now a god send.
"You're welcome dude," I can't help letting my eyes wander over his body, god it's been years since we've been together, and for the last twenty years of my life I've been celibate, the flesh and the spirit were willing but I was too picky to choose someone and frankly I was busy anyway.
"Do the scars bother you?" He asks me and I flick my gaze up to see that something lurking in his eyes letting me know he's being sneaky.
"Nope," and it's the truth, they hurt me because I know they hurt him, but they don't actually bother me, they show how much Peter's survived, and they don't detract from his physical charms at all.
"No?" He arches the eyebrow on his unscarred side, "They don't upset you at all?"
Oh he's trying to get a bead on me and how to manipulate me, so I got back to exploring him with my eyes and this time I don't try to hide how him being naked makes me feel, I let my body react, I remember the touch of his hands on me, of my hands on him, and then I boldly tell, "Sorry I'm a bit too busy objectifying you right now," the leer I put at the end may be a bit much but I do love winding him up.
It's fun to see him so off balance and unsure of what to say or do, Peter normally has so many plans and back up plans that it's hilarious to screw with them, it won't take him long to bounce back so…
"Hey it's not my fault if a very hot looking naked man is on my bed looking like he stepped out of one of my dreams now is it?" And that earns me a long blink as he tries to formulate a comeback.
"So oh amazing Alpha of mine," I lean back on my chair, "How have you been? And I'd like to start a petition to instigate pack puppy piles because you smell heavenly and you cuddle better than anyone, ever, so that should totally be a thing, as long as you promise to stop trying to do body harm to me, because this…" I wave my hands up and down me, "Should not be ripped apart, man that was not cool."
"Puppy piles," Peter's face gets that look of 'oh my god why me', "Werewolves don't do puppy piles."
"Oh," I'm really disappointed that he's unintentionally backed Derek up, "'Coz that snuggle thing we had going on was epic levels of awesome, and all the fiction on werewolves talks about bonding and puppy piles…"
"Fiction," if anything he looks even more upset now, "You got all your information from fiction?"
"Where was I supposed to get it from?" I ask and dodge his question, "Dude this big scary wolf thing attacks me, bites me, the bite heals up, I can suddenly hear, smell, and see things I couldn't before. I'm faster, stronger, and I suddenly need to eat twice as much. It all points to being a werewolf, and there are so many books on the subject, there has to be a grain of truth in there somewhere," I pause and try out my judgemental face on him, "And it's not like you were stepping up to help me, other than the save outside your care facility, thanks by the way, I was drowning there man."
"You're welcome," he replies and then blinks again, "How did you know where I was? And who I was? And why is your scent up a tree outside my nurse's house?"
He's fishing, I think, but it blows that he knows I was outside the nurse's house, so I'll dodge again, "I have a new awesome nose, I can track scents now," I let him assume I tracked him, and I add, "Your scent was at the nurse's, so logically following her would lead me to you," except it didn't because I didn't know how to use it at that point, plus I already knew where Peter was, but phrasing and context changes sentences so I'm not actually lying to him, I'm telling him how I could have done it.
My awesome sneaky ninja conversation powers must be working because my heart doesn't blip at all, and he nods thoughtfully.
"And you know my name," he points out so I nod, "You know I'm Peter Hale, but do you know what happened to me?" His fingers trail over his scars as if emphasising his point.
"Oh you mean the thinly disguised murder of your entire family?" I ask as innocently as I can and his heart skips in his chest and beats a little faster now, "Yeah that didn't take long to figure out," not even the first time, I was a bit caught up with Scott and the whole werewolf thing, but I totally solved it when I put my mind to it.
Sitting up and acting casually Peter gives me a harmless smile, the one the he uses to pretend he's not plotting the downfall of someone, "Well Stiles, I can see I was lucky when I Bit you in the woods that night, I am sorry for that," his heart blips over that lie, "But I was acting on pure instinct, I'd only just become Alpha after my niece was killed, the power was overwhelming," and he's told the truth so no heart blips, but I notice he doesn't tell me he's the one that killed Laura.
"Dude, I'm sorry about your niece, was she the body, or half the body found in the woods?" It took years for him to face up to the fact that he murdered his niece he did his best to run away from that realisation, because of all the people he killed when he was insane she was the only true innocent, of course he tried to kill Derek a few times too, or set him up to get caught or killed. I have to remember that this isn't my Peter, this is a Peter who will use and then discard me if I piss him off or he thinks I'm too much trouble to bring over to the dark side.
"Yes, yes she was Stiles, she's also the body you've been contact with if her scent on your clothes is anything to go by," everything about him is calm and relaxed, except his heart which is beating too fast, and there's a faint red gleam in his eyes.
"Well that makes more sense then," I nod, "I wondered why I followed the scent to the old Hale house and why it smells like a man there, was he the one that killed Laura? 'Coz he buried the evidence there…" I pause and screw my own face up, "Oh man, I should have left her there and then told my dad I found the body and got the bastard arrested for her murder," I let my shoulders slump, "Sorry Peter, did I screw up? I wanted her to be found so that dad could find out who killed her…" I freeze for a second and widen my eyes, then I go over the top with arm waving as I blurt, "Holy mother of god, is that who burnt the house down? Has he come back? Shit Peter we have to hide you, he could kill you too!"
Jumping to my feet I hurry over to him and kind of hover like I don't know what to do, I may even wring my hands a bit to add dramatic flair.
"Relax Stiles," He waves my concerns away, "If the man you saw was young, with dark hair, a permanent scowl and a fixation with leather then it was probably just my nephew Derek."
"Derek," I sit next to Peter on the bed, "Is he a threat to us? I mean does he know what you are? Will he try and hurt you too?"
"Derek is a werewolf too," he tells me and I relax my shoulders, "He won't be happy that I Bit you without your consent and he has 'issues' from our family being murdered, so you'd be best to avoid him, but he's harmless."
"Okay," I nod a few times, "Okay, so just avoid Derek, yeah I can probably do that, except my dad's the Sheriff, what if he questions Derek about Laura? Does that count as not avoiding him?" I lean into Peter's space and he tenses a bit.
"That will be fine Stiles, really, just stay quiet and stay unnoticed, I have to go back to the facility, they'll miss me otherwise, but I'll come back soon and we can talk some more okay?" And he's playing right into my hands.
"Okay Peter," I impulsively hug him, "Be careful out there man, do you need my cell phone number or something, in case you need to get a hold of me?"
"That's fine Stiles, next time," he hugs me back and then I escort him to my window, he crouches down and then transforms into his monstrous Alpha form, "I'll see you soon," he growls and he's gone bounding off into the night.
Because I do know Peter I clean up from his visit, I hide the sheets again and it isn't until I'm standing in the shower and rubbing smelly shower gel everywhere that I let my smugness out. I've managed to convince Peter I'm a teenager who's smart and an asset, now I need to get several steps ahead of him so I can get all the arsonists arrested and Kate put away for life.
Happy with how our unexpected 'chat' turned out I deliberately let my hand trail down my chest, I'm already hard and just thinking about Peter makes me groan, the memories of him trickle out, I shudder at how his mouth on my neck would feel like, how his hands on my hips left bruises, the slide of his tongue on my nipples as he worked his way down.
Bracing my left arm on the tiles I rest my head on it and then use the shower gel as a type of lube as I happily jerk myself off, god that is good, and I can see Peter in my head, the way he'd kneel down there and take my in his mouth, the way he'd suck me, and fuck I'm not going to last. I moan out his name as I come and I let myself stand there and enjoy the afterglow, damn I'm a teenager again, I can get away with doing that everyday again, maybe even twice or three times a day.
Smiling I lock the house up and go to bed, snuggling down into my bed I'm drifting off to sleep when I think I hear one of our bushes in the garden rustle, straining my ears there could be the fading thud of a heartbeat moving further away, like a total creeper Alpha werewolf finally leaving and going back to the facility.
Snorting I pull the covers over my head, he doesn't change.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.