Thanks: Thanks for your feedback and your loyalty. I'm pleased that we've made it this far. I'm open for everything also for the Sterek Intimate Moments *lol* Yeah, I already have thought about it, so let's see when the boys get some time for themself.

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Teen Wolf

[My Bite]

"You promised," Stiles complained.

"Sorry, dude, I couldn't resist," Scott admitted with a grin while his eyes changed color from golden to dark blue.

"And I even said, no wolf power. Can't you get on without them for even a day?" Stiles asked fiercely. As exciting and amazing as his best friend's ablities were, the other boy shouldn't be overdoing it and constantly rub his supernatural powers under his nose.

"Somehow I've never thought about it," Scott said with a shrug. "It's after all a part of me and I think it's only natural to be able to use them."

"Okay, I can understand you, Scott," Stiles had to admit. He'd often thought about how he'd like to be Batman, but not to brag about it; only in theory. "You've to think of me too and how stupid I feel."

"Hey, I'm certainly not friends with you in order to feel superior," Scott assured him quickly. He liked Stiles too much, so he didn't want to hurt the other boy. "Before Allison, my popularity with Lacrosse and the wolf thing I had nothing; except you, Stiles. You're my best friend and I often feel that I don't deserve you," he admitted, embarrassed of his weakness. "Maybe I'm exaggerating because of that. I'm afraid that at some point I won't be enough for you, or bore you," he added softly. Stiles raised an eyebrow.

He'd heard already something like that; last night from Derek.

Why did werewolves feel so obligated to prove themselves to him?

"All right," Stiles huffed, no longer angry at Scott. "Nevertheless, I'd be very grateful if you could hold back today, okay?"

"Okay," Scott replied; he meant it this time.

"Promise? And I don't mean half-hearted commitment with fingers crossed," Stiles persisted.

"I promise, dude, and to show you my good will, I'm going to pick up the ball," Scott made a peace offering. "Hey, I'll even look in the ordinary way, without my stronger eyesight, my sense of smell or my super fast reflexes," he declared, more and more fond of the idea, especially since Stiles looked as if he didn't believe him. One more reason to do it and to demonstrate that he got on very well even without his powers and could rely on only his instincts.

Stiles watched in disbelief as the other boy disappeared into the forest. At first he kept practicing with the replacement ball. Twenty minutes later, Stiles slowly started to get impatient. Apparently Scott had meant it seriously, since he hadn't yet returned.

Bored, Stiles took another shot at the open goal.

"That makes little sense without a keeper."

"I know," Stiles agreed, before he turned around.

"Stiles, am I right? You're Stiles?!" he was timidly approached and saw a younger boy, with dark short hair, turquoise eyes and a charming smile.

"Have we met before?" he demanded skeptically. That other guy and his hypnotic eyes aroused a faint memory in him. His opposite emanated something familiar, but Stiles couldn't say why for the life of him.

"We've met before, a few months ago," he said shyly.

"Okay, and does the mysterious stranger have a name or should I address you as John Doe?" Stiles wanted to know, and wondered why the other boy gave him such an oppressive feeling. Which was absurd, because the way it looked to Stiles the boy didn't seem threatening.

"Pete, you can call me Pete," he smiled at Stiles with honest eyes. "You really don't remember, do you? But we'll surely find time to get to know each other," Pete was certain. This time, he would make sure that to leave a lasting impression.

"If we get an opportunity to do so," Stiles nodded.

"Well, I'm looking forward to it," Pete enthusiastically clapped his hands before he noticed the skeptical look from the other boy and grinned. "But that's not why I'm here," he finally admitted. "Scott sent me to you. He said that he will wait for you and mentioned the Hale estate. Do you know where that is?"

"I've got a hunch," Stiles said vaguely. "Scott, you say? You've met each other?"

"Yes, he seemeds to be in a hurry and feeling guilty that he couldn't tell you," Pete confirmed. "By the way, he gave me this." He held a ball in his outstretched hand. The ball, which Scott had thrown too hard, and which had then landed into the woods.

"So he found it," Stiles muttered and took the ball. "Thanks," he added, before he started packing his things. He hoped for Scott that it was important to ask him to the old estate.

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Meanwhile, Derek was in Stiles' rooms; he was pacing.

The news about the Alphas still worried him and he wanted to find out for himself how he could win the battle. For this he would need the support of Scott and Jackson, but they were still unskilled and they didn't have much time. A few weeks, perhaps, or less.

And then there was his Mate.

Derek sat on Stiles' bed and absentmindedly took his nightshirt. The boy knew how to irritate him, and he wouldn't stop getting involved in things that were too big for him, only to put himself in danger and afterwards try and argue with him, his Alpha Mate.

Something that made it even more difficult to guarantee for the boy's safety.

Unless he could become stronger, so that he would be able to compete with several Alphas. He had already thought of a temporary alliance, but he doubted that Jerry harbored any interest to help him. He would just wait until Derek was defeated to get to Stiles; that's why Derek couldn't betray any weakness and ask a fucking blood sucker for help.

But then who? Who could be a powerful ally?

The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his thoughts. There were few people who knew this number and a glance at the display revealed who the caller was.

"Scott, what's going on?" Derek asked, frowning.

"Derek? Is Stiles with you?" Scott said, beside himself.

"No," the Alpha growled. He didn't like the boy's panicked voice. "What's going on, Scott?" he asked again, with a threatening note in his voice.

"How should I say it; I was looking for the ball and I only looked away for a second, and then he was gone," he said hesitantly. He could barely finish the speaking. "Please, Derek, tell me that Stiles is with you."

"Excuse me?" Derek asked, unconciously gripping Stiles' shirt harder. The boy would get grounded, that was for sure. Stiles was lucky if Derek ever let him out of his room; but first he'd need to find him.

"Stay where you are, Scott, I'm on my way."

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It was strange, though Stiles couldn't explain what it was.

"Scott? Are you there?" he tried to draw attention to himself and looked around.

The house, which belonged to Derek's family and certainly had once been a cozy place to feel at home, was now only a fragmented dark memory. The sight instantly made Stiles heart race and urged him to look around twice. Not because these ruins looked like a horror setting, but because experience had shown that many events centered around this property.

Over and over werewolves and hunters found their way here, which usually ended in a fight. For Stiles it was one more reason to be careful. He was merely mortal and unarmed.

"Scott?" Stiles said, trying again to call attention to himself, and entered the porch slowly. From the outside it looked peaceful, suspiciously so, while a few crows were watching him from the roof. "You didn't see Scott, right?" he wanted to know, then turned, shaking his head before he entered the door.

"Scott?" Stiles stuck his head through the door and he glanced once around the corner. He could hear no suspicious growling, snorting or other movements, so he opened the door all the way. Well, apparently there was nobody there, but Stiles certainly wouldn't wait idly until Scott came. He'd look around a bit. Dim light fell through the many cracks in of house, leaves partly covering its way and it creaked at almost every step.

It was unusual for him to come here alone and he had the distinct feeling of being watched. More than that, he wasn't longer alone; his pulse rose.

"Do you like what you see?" a voice asked him, while a figure appeared behind him.

"Eh? What~?" Stiles said and turned around as he tried to control his racing heart. He'd expected Scott to have stalked him silently. However, that definitely wasn't his best friend, or anyone else Stiles would have expected.

"Pete? What are you doing here?" He looked at the other boy in confusion.

"I've wanted to check something and I've been proven right," he answered smugly. "You do everything for those who you love, don't you, Stiles? I tell you that Scott is waiting for you here and you come without hesitation."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"A lot, Stiles." Stiles didn't like how Pete said his name, so overly familiar. "You're exactly where I want you."

"And where would that be?" Stiles asked, crossing his arms casually. The way he saw it, Pete presented no threat to him. He was perhaps a little weird, but with this little weakling he'd cope by himself. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here," it came back soberly, while Pete started to circle him like a predator.

"O-kay, you mean squat," Stiles corrected. "This is so wrong, dude, because the house already belongs to someone." Why was the other boy amused? "Believe me, you don't want to be here when he comes."

"I live here," Pete insisted and stopped abruptly in front of Stiles. He looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and childlike playfulness, leaving goose bumps on Stiles' skin.

"Hey, uh, is everything okay?" Stiles asked worried. He couldn't believe what he'd seen. "You're flickering weirdly," he told the distorted image of his opponent.

Pete, however, didn't need to hide anymore. He had lured his prey and he could consume it with relish now.

"Honestly, dude, you should see a doctor," Stiles suggested, paralyzed while he watched Pete. He wanted to run away, but it was also like a compulsion to witness this spectacle. The image of his counterpart flickered even stronger, as if he had bad reception, and then it made room for another person who materialized in front of him. Stiles gasped for breath in shock; a panic attack was close.

"That's because it's not real," the man replied smugly before he approached the boy. "That's really interesting. Your heart is beating pretty loudly; it's jumping like crazy, and I can smell your fear, Stiles," said Pete- no, Peter Hale, former Alpha and Psycho Wolf, ripping him out of his thoughts, watching the younger one curiously.

"Congratulations to this valid observation, are we done then?" Stiles snapped, while his mind raced. Should he dare to try and run away or to contact Derek? Did he have any chance for it? What was Peter waiting for?

"Tell me, Stiles, do you remember our last night?" Peter asked abruptly, businesslike and quite curious.

"When exactly do you mean? Around the time you threatened me while at the same time you wanted to hurt Lydia? Or perhaps, when you dragged me to the car park and forced me to betray my best friend by threatening my life? Or do you mean in front of your property, where you also tried to kill us?" Stiles still clearly remembered. He had been more threatened and reminded of his mortality that night than on any other night.

"Can you see the pattern? Have you tried it before with stress management therapy? You've got to let out all your anger somewhere, but not against other creatures; such as me, good ol Stiles. I like to be curious and a total pain in the ass, but I'm not that bad."

Unless Peter is still mad, because of the attack with the Moloko Cocktail; that hadn't been nice.

"What's so funny?" Stiles asked, suspicious of his opponent's continued high spirits.

"You, Stiles." Peter was amused and impressed at the same time. Because the boy hadn't run away, what most did when they learned his true nature. Stiles' small, human heart was racing like crazy and everything screamed inside him to get out of there, and yet he stood in front of him. Well, he was right, running away would do nothing for him, but he still had the audacity to speak so directly and even rudely to him, so far only his pack had dared.

They had also managed to oppose their Alpha, after he had done everything possible to ensure their well-being; a mistake that Peter wouldn't make again. This time he would rely on the only power that wouldn't dissappoint him. And everything he needed was close enough to touch.

"Not very funny," Stiles said dryly.

"What, are you offended?" Peter asked innocently, while his dark eyes flashed mockingly.

"Because of your nice compliment, why should I? I like to get compliments," Stiles countered, which the former Alpha welcomed. He liked it when this boy didn't hold back and his spirited and incredibly curious nature was revealed.

That reminded him why he had visited the boy first. Why his wolf had been looking for Stiles

"Remember, the bite could have happened to anyone, it didn't have to be Scott," Peter said.

"I don't care fot the bite," Stiles said stubbornly.

He didn't like the direction this conversation was taking. Sure, the Ex-Alpha had been resurrected recently and was hungry apparently, but did he have to rush to the first victim that crossed his path? Had it to be Stiles, who had to breathe his last for this manipulative bastard?

"Honestly, dude, I don't like to be pinched anywhere," Stiles continued hectically. He should quickly change the subject, because Peter just made a move to come dangerously closer. His fangs were already growing and his eyes flashed with joy. Not good, the younger one had to admit, breathing heavily.

"Okay, you know what, you want something to bite? Look around, the forest is right outside the front door, there are stick all around! Should I throw a stick for you? Just to make it more interesting for you," Stiles called as he began to back away slowly. Peter took a step forward, he took one back.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked curiously and took a step forward.

"What do you mean?" Stiles replied reservedly while he stepped back again. He knew better than to let a murderous wolf close to him. It was laughable, yes; if Peter wanted it, he could pounce on him with ease. But his human instincts told him that he should keep falling back. And so Stiles moved further back, while his opponent caught up to him slowly.

"You're avoiding me," Peter remarked curiously.

"That's because you're getting closer," Stiles countered.

"Is it that obvious?" Peter said with amusement.

"If you can imagine," Stiles rolled his eyes. "Where is this going anyway? What do you want from me? Can't you find Derek, so he can bust your butt again? Or you're trying to win Scott for your evil plans? What exactly do you want?"

Stiles head buzzed.

"I was just looking," Peter replied, not letting his prey out of sight. "Look, Stiles, my initial plan as an alpha, to build a pack, backfired and believe me, I certainly make no mistake twice," he explained. "I'll get what is rightfully mine," he admitted, and still stared at the boy.

"Then why are you telling me about your great plans, if you're supposed to be having this conversation with Scott or Derek?"

"That's the point, Stiles. I certainly don't need my nephew or your little friend, because I already have everything I want."

"Oh, and what would that be?"

"You."

TBC