Stiles woke to a quiet whining in his ear as a nose nudged against his cheek. Not bothering to open his eyes, Stiles swatted Peter's nose, frowning when the whining grew louder.

"Shhh," Stiles murmured, gently running his hand over the soft muzzle.

A growl in response.

Stiles let his hand drop back onto the bed, turning his head away from Peter's warm breath as he tried to go back to sleep. Something pulled against his neck, causing his eyes to snap open. What he saw made him roll his eyes. If wolves could glare, Stiles was sure that's what Peter would be doing. The wolf had his teeth around the neckline of Stiles' t-shirt, pulling it away from the boy.

"What?" Stiles asked with a groan, wanting to go back to sleep as soon as possible, even if that meant kicking Peter out of his bed.

Peter growled again, releasing Stiles' clothing before nudging the boy's cheek.

"Enough," Stiles frowned, trying to keep his tone stern, the room was dark enough for it to not be morning just yet. "Let me sleep dude."

That earnt him an eye roll.

"Fine," Stiles huffed, pushing himself upright so he was now sitting. "What is so important?"

Stiles watched as Peter looked at him for a moment before slowly turning his head to the window. A chill went up Stiles' spine.

"Someone's there?"

A nod. Peter continued to stare at the window, growling when Stiles made an attempt to move.

"I need to -"

The boy was cut off as Peter moved his body over his legs, stopping any attempt of leaving the bed. The silent command of not leaving coming across clearly.

"Do they know you're here?" Stiles asked quietly.

Peter tilted his head.

"My dad?"

Peter looked over to the bedroom door, Stiles took that to mean that his father was still asleep.

Stiles looked over to the window and then back to Peter's form.

"I'd feel better if you weren't furry right now," he admitted, he knew that Peter was an experienced werewolf, he had killed people and Stiles wanted that small bit of reassurance that Peter would keep him safe. It was slightly difficult to keep that martyr going when Peter was a literal wolf on his lap.

Peter seemed to put more weight against Stiles in response to what he had said.

Stiles wanted to ask if Peter would keep him safe. If the wolf would fight for him if it came to it. He wanted to know if he meant more than just a place for Peter to hide. He forced himself to stay quiet, not knowing whether the answer he would get would help or make it worse.

The thought that Peter could just be using his house as a hideaway made Stiles feel sick. It was a silly thing to consider, Peter had woken him to let him know someone was outside. If the man didn't care, then why would he do that? What would he be able to gain from such an action?

Stiles wanted to curl himself around Peter and not let go, which only made his worries about the man's motives even worse. For Stiles to want the presence of him means that if Peter were to leave, Stiles would notice. If Peter stopped coming, Stiles would be upset. He had seen evidence of that on the few nights Peter had been nowhere in sight. Stiles had a moment where he considered if that was the end goal, whether Peter wanted Stiles to become so accustomed to his presence that he felt it when the man wasn't around.

Peter whined, and if Stiles didn't know any better, he would say that the whine sounded questioning. Stiles gave in and curled one of his hands into the fur on Peter's back.

It didn't make sense. If Peter did want something from someone, why would it be Stiles? Stiles was human, barely a threat to anyone but himself. Sure, humans were important in a pack, but Peter didn't have a pack. Peter didn't want Derek as an Alpha and that was the only way that Peter would become part of a pack.

Stiles lost himself in his thoughts, pack bonds were what stopped Omega's going insane, and Peter had confirmed that he was an Omega. Yet wolves had the potential to create bonds with everybody they come into contact with, the bonds solidify and strength based on, seemingly, positive associations and closeness. Stiles had definitely gotten close to Peter, the past negative feelings had also faded. Was it possible that Peter was using him? Could these friendship bonds delay insanity in an Omega? Was that why Scott had stayed relatively sane even though he had always been an Omega? Was is possible that Stiles was more important to the wolves around him than he realised? It felt like he was hoping too much, it seemed almost impossible.

Peter licking Stiles' face pulled the boy out of his thoughts.

Stiles flailed, pushing at Peter with one hand, whilst the other wiped ferociously at his cheek.

"You. Are. Disgusting!" Stiles hissed. He grumbled more as Peter chuffed, clearly laughing at the disgruntled boy. "That's it," Stiles growled. "Out! Out of my bed."

Peter's whole posture changed, gone was the amusement, in its place Peter resembled a kicked puppy. The harshness in Stiles faded slightly at the lowered head and downcast eyes.

"No," Stiles protested. "You wake me up, then sit on me and then lick me. It's the middle of the night!"

A quiet whine.

Stiles stared at Peter. Somehow, the noise he was making was so unlike every other noise, it was sad. Add that to the, honest to god, puppy eyes - Stiles felt the rest of his annoyance leaving.

"They gone?" Stiles asked, relenting and changing the subject slightly.

A nod. Peter shuffled forward, Stiles had managed to push him further away that he realised. He laid his head on Stiles' blanket covered lap and looked up.

"Of course they are," Stiles mused out loud as he played with the fur on Peter's head. He ran his hand from the top of his head, down over his eyes and over his muzzle, smiling softly when Peter sunk into the touch. "You wouldn't want to lose your scary werewolf card by acting like a puppy with a threat nearby."

Stiles felt the puff of air from Peter as he sighed, he could easily see the look of disgust on Peter's face in his mind. The man would have rolled his eyes and shot back a remark faster than Stiles would process it. Looking at the fur covered form on his lap, Stiles could also see how the man would be seen as barely a threat, he acted like an actual canine. Part of Stiles was thrilled to see this part of the man, aware of just how much trust Peter had put into him by returning after Derek had told him to let them know when the wolf came back.

Scratching behind Peter's ear, Stiles congratulated himself on not doing that. It was selfish but he didn't want anyone else seeing Peter like this, it felt special to be the one the man confided in.

Catching sight of the clock brought back all the tiredness. With a groan, Stiles pushed Peter's head off his lap and wriggled so he was laying down. Biting his lip, he gestured to Peter to join him. Not one to disappoint, Peter moved even closer, pressing his body against Stiles' side, his head on the boy's chest as the two of them fell back to sleep.