The boy looked longingly at both the men, but he had no words for what it was he wanted. The want that he felt so deeply into his bones.
Peter saw the small twitches, like aborted movements to reach out. for either Chris or himself. Wolves are always tactile, and for years Peter had been denied the closeness and comfort that pack brought through physical contact. Stiles looked and acted like a touch-starved wolf, so he reached out and ran his fingers gently through the downy soft hair, effectively petting the teen.
When Stiles leaned into the touch, rather than away, Peter made the decision to go one step further. Using the grip he already had on the boy's head to pull him into a kiss. Not a kiss like he had been given just the night before, but rather one full of tongue and teeth, of want and need.
Peter let out a groan of displeasure, when after one of the sweetest moans he had ever heard, he was yanked away from Stiles and his sinful lips, by one Chris Argent. "Watch it, Hale. You're crossing the line of what is and isn't appropriate. And that isn't appropriate.", Chris said as he grabbed Peter.
Peter just growled, shrugging off the hunters grasp, sneering at the other man saying, "You just wish you had the balls to take what you wanted from him too. So don't punish me for your cowardice." Reaching back out for the boy who whined low in his throat almost pleadingly to the wolf, but Argent was steadfast in his decision to keep the wolf away from the boy who was too wounded at the moment to give proper consent in the hunter's opinion. It also didn't help that Peter had been right about him wanting to have just what the wolf had taken, to cause sweet little moans to escape like the one they had just heard.
As the two men stood literally toe to toe in what was a clash of wills to see who would break first Stiles stood off to the side feeling even more lost than before. So he pushed his way between them wrapping his arms around Chris' waist but leaning his head back to rest on Peter's shoulder. Feeling content Stiles let out a sigh and a soft, "Thank you." At the all but dumbfounded look that Chris was wearing Peter normally would've made some snarky remark and left the man in the dark but instead Peter knew now was not the time to hold information hostage. Not when it came to Stiles.
Running his hands all along Stiles' sides up to his neck and chin Peter smiled softly at the boy who was basking in the hold of his pack before locking eyes with the hunter as he began to explain, "He's like a touch starved wolf, he seeks comfort in the physical contact from his pack. With all the trauma he's suffered with losing his father and again every time he forces himself to go to the place inside himself that can cause all the damage we've seen him do. The death cracked his psyche, and everything else is causing that crack to spiderweb out."Brushing his nose along Stiles neck, breathing in the boys scent as well as reveling in the shiver and whine he got in response. All the while keeping eye contact with the hunter as he continued, "Right now, he needs this, and us. If he doesn't get it, well you saw me when I had been denied the comfort of my pack, my nephew ripped my throat out."
Chris tried to maintain a stern look and rigid stance, but hearing those words made a worry settle into the pit of his stomach, he remembered Peter then. He had been uncontrollable, a thing of blind vengeance that didn't care if even the innocent were hurt anymore in his quest for justice for his family. He didn't want that for stiles, but he still felt as though they would be taking advantage of the boy to touch him now. He watched standing perfectly still in the grip Stiles had around his waist as Peter moved on from a simple brush of his nose to kisses peppering the skin of the boys neck. When one hit a spot just behind his ear Stiles moaned out another sinful little moan for the two men to cherish. Even without moving Chris was pressed firmly to Stiles, hip to hip.
So Chris could feel just how much Stiles was enjoying what Peter was doing to him which caused the hunter to groan out in frustration and want. He could still feel Peter's eyes watching him smugly as he caved and hesitantly reached out to lightly run his fingers along the neck that was so perfectly bared to him in submission. He was startled enough to yank his hands back when a rough, "Please, Daddy, please." was whispered. That was the permission he had been needing in order to feel as though he wasn't simply molesting a vulnerable boy, no matter how much he wanted to touch and be touched back by him.
"Okay, son. Alright, I got ya."
Lydia looked at her reflection as she stood naked and dripping from the scalding hot shower she had just stepped out of, in front of the full length mirror. Her gaze focused on the jagged lines she now had s running up along her side. Black stitches standing out so drastically against her porcelain white skin. Just as the lines where what made her once perfect skin imperfect and ugly in her eyes. With tears in her eyes Lydia ran a hand gently over the stitching that Dr. Deaton had oh so carefully placed and felt nothing but fear of what was to come for this pack. "Stiles, we need you. He needs you."