An/ Strong Language adult scenes.

A/N: Another version of the Season one finale

He walks towards the car, ready to find Derek, he know that his nephew wants to make him pay. But for now he'll have to do. "Get in" He points.

"Why?!" Stiles shrieks.

"You'll want to see, what's her name? Lydia?" He squints. He feels slight resistance, but the pull of her name is too strong. He gets into the car. He can only sneak a peak into her room. It feels like he's getting stared at. He watches her from the door sleeping in bed. He wants to rush in there and hold her hand, like a boyfriend should. She looks so peaceful. He then gets flashing visions of Lydia rising from her bed, covered in blood. Her hazel eyes grabbing him in horror...

"This is all your fault!"

He sighs and puts his palm on the window, saying a silent prayer before he walks out.

Peter drives them to a secluded area, gets out and politely opens Stiles' side of the door.

"Wow!...so you're not gonna kill me or?"

Peter smirks and goes back to his side. "Why would I? Believe it or not, I like you. So?" He zips to his side and leans against the car. "Do you want the bite?"

"What?" Stiles asks. The wolf says it so casually. Like he's asking him if he was a diet cola or a smoothie. He tenses as he grabs his arm. "I don't know..""

"Yeah you do. You have skills Stilinski. Don't you want to be like Scott. Actually storm the Lacrosse field. Get the friends, the popularity, get the girl?" He asks as his fangs come out.

"Right now, girls are the last thing that I'm thinking about" Stiles twists his arm out of his gasp. Sure he should be worried about the fangs, as he leans upwards and cups the back of Peter's head. As their lips clash, he feels the fangs disappear. He tastes of relaxation and revenge or is the teenager being paranoid? He accidently nudges the wolf against the car, relieved when he feels him kissing back.

With a cold hand he works Peter's zipper lose. Diving his hand into the fabric. He's seen a hell of a lot of porn, but still has no idea what he's doing. Is this soft or heavy petting. Is this petting, grabbing or stroking? Is he big or average? What the average size of alpha dick anyway. Would it be impolite to ask? He pauses when the wolf turns him around and pins him against the car. One claw taps a human finger.

"Off"

"Shit, that...it wasn't good?" Stiles huffs, slowly removing his hand.

"You smell like a rookie. You're pheromones, your nerves. They're too overwhemling. I appreciate the effort though" He winks, and before Stiles can remember his smile he's driving away. Peter may have turned his best friend and ruined his life. Peter may have destroyed his own family to get his body back. However every crush had their flaws. No family in Beacon hill was perfect, including his own. He got out his phone and decided to type a pros and cons list, before he called his dad.