Chapter 5: Monobrow of doom
Summary:
Peter lives up to his creeper wolf name, thwarts Stiles revenge and is totally going to smother Derek in his sleep .
Notes:
Hey everybody (hi doctor nick)
You guys rock my ever loving socks :) and this chapter is Peter heavy, as promised! It's his point of view- from his totally non creepy vantage point -of Stiles beatdown by nephew broody beard. Again non compliant restraint and finally some Steter in the next chapter *YERSSSSH* I try not to get carried away with the good stuff *wink wink*- not just yet anyway- but it just makes me and the Peter in my brain very happy :P
enjoy.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Around the same time Stiles was visiting the argents, formulating his master plan tat encompasses the uber epicness of ultimate revenge- it was a working title- Peter was wallowing in excruciatingly violent boredom. He was sprawled on his back on the settee in Derek's loft, his arm over his face.
"Derek." He says and gets no response.
"Derek." His voice slightly rising in volume.
"Derek. Derek. Derek! Derek! Derek! DEREK! DER-" He yells out not changing his relaxed position.
"OH MY GOD! WHAT?!" Derek roars in frustration. "I'm literally like 5 metres from you, what do you want?!"
" You should've answered me the first time then." Peter says smirking; he just loves annoying Derek, it helps alleviate his boredom, until Derek has to break something in frustration. That's usually around the time when Peter slinks out, as a result there are a lot, A LOT of fragments of household items scattered around the doorway near the fire escape. The silence stretches out until Peter hears Derek growl, low and frustrated.
"Fucking hell Peter! What? What do you want?"
Peter peeks out from under his arm, grinning when he sees Derek rubbing the wolf anger out of his eyes. He shrugs in response " ooh touchy! Never mind." He grins again as he hears his nephews clawed fingers scrape dangerously against the desk he's sitting at.
"Peter…." Derek snarls. Peter gages it too dangerous not to respond -he quite likes his face the way it is- (me too grrr baby) so he sighs in resignation and flips over so that he's facing the younger man.
"I know he's younger than you but he's always had a commanding presence and now you're a lowly omega if ..." Peter says looking serious and hesitating for dramatic affect.
Derek groans, "spit it out Peter."
There's a snort of laughter as Peter responds "poor choice of words nephew. I was just curious if you ever played the bottom, yes alpha, please alpha, give me some more alpha. " Peter mocks snickering. He has already leapt off the coach before he hears the crash of metal as Derek flings his desk out of the way. "Does he wear boxers or briefs? Ooh he probably goes commando!" He mocks and laughs as he slips out the door; a lamp hurtling through the air right at his face. His laugh intensifies as he hears the lamp smash satisfyingly against the door and Derek curse violently but the younger man doesn't chase him. Peter thinks that he better not try his luck too much longer and lifts the window to jump down the fire escape. He'd use the elevator but being enclosed in a small space with someone whose favourite threat was 'I'll rip your throat out with my teeth' would be stupid, even for someone who spent six years as a vegetable.
He wanders through the streets creepily smiling at people occasionally and snickering when they clutch their purses tighter or gather their children closer. He snorts to himself as a wide eyed woman scurries into a store rather than walk past him, stupid humans he thinks; they'd be so much more evolved if they let their instincts rein. Even though they consciously couldn't tell anything about Peter except well, that he was damn attractive and smiled a bit too broadly, they subconsciously avoided him, instinctually sensing he was a predator. This was why regular society amused him so much he'd just smile at someone and they'd briefly smile back before becoming confused about why they'd unwitting just taken a step backwards or felt an overwhelming need to cross the street. He was chuckling to himself when he heard the tell tail rumbling and clanking of his least favourite- by which he totally meant favourite- jeep. His smile quickly became even more predatory; a young man in front of him let out an eep and hurried past clutching at his boyfriend. Peter's day had just gotten so much more interesting. He followed the sounds of Stiles Jeep and the boy singing atrociously to some pop nonsense ' yoh tell me what you want what you really really want!' he listened long enough to realise the boy was heading for can take his own sweet time,he's not chasing after a car like a rabid dog, maybe he'd make someone drop their ice-cream? One can only hope.
Peter was whistling as he jumped the tall fence of a well-manicured yard and crossed the back lawn growling at the yapping pet dog until it whined in submission. Satisfied he kept whistling as he leapt onto the roof and settled there in the shade of the yard large pine tree. He had listened outside briefly before jumping the fence and was sure that no-one was home. Peter stretches a bit before settling on the tin and focuses his attention on the house three backyards away; he can see Stiles rubbing his hands together in glee and hear his maniacal cackling. He rolls his eyes but smiles because it's just so Stiles. "What is he up to?" he mutters to himself under his breath. The young man is rummaging through a duffle bag on his bed still cackling softly. Peter flushes slightly as the boy snaps on a pair of long intimidating rubber gloves, he swallows but finds that he is unable to look away. His morbid -and more than a little sexual- curiosity is alleviated only slightly when the next objects out of the bag are not lubricant or blunt objects, but rather a metal box wrapped with wire and a tiny circular object which Stiles kisses. Okay so shit's getting real interesting Peter thinks to himself and settles back for the next hour as Stiles dances around attaches something to the window ledge. Peter laughs as occasionally the boy furiously rubs at his neck and scowls. Stiles leans out his window and Peter catches his scent a swirling of excitement and anticipation and general Stiles-ness. Peter closes his eyes and enjoys the bouquet smiling to him-self. He opens them again to the picture of the teen warily carrying an object over to the sill and holding it as far from himself as possible as he reaches out and taps it against the ledge. There's a loud zap and sparks then a moment silence as both Stiles and Peter are equally shocked by the results, then as if they'd planned it they're both hysterically laughing. Stiles is jumping around his room shrieking yes and pumping his fists at the same time Peter is thumping his thigh in jubilation and almost crying with laughter. He's impressed, the sneaky little bastard! He's recovering from his hysterics when Stiles leaves the room still cheering himself. Peter wipes his eye and prepares to jump down from his perch.
No. THIS is too good! He sits back down as he hears his nephew's car pull up on the other side of the block. Neighbourhood dog's start up a chorus as the dark figure lopes through their yards cut short by a low snarl; he's praising the heavens that he's down-wind so that this moment can remain pure. He's edged forward onto the edge of the roof leaning towards the scene as Derek enters Stiles yard leaping up to grab the windows edge. Immediately there's a blinding spark and a surprised girlish yelp as Derek is Shocked and falls to the ground landing on his derriere with a surprised oof. He sits their briefly stunned and shakes his head snarling and cursing viciously as he wipes himself off and stalks around to the front of the house. Peter's eyes are streaming having almost been ejected from his skull as in his attempts to restrain himself from laughing throughout. He starts inhaling in hysterical gasps once Derek's entered the house. He calms down enough to growl possessively in his throat as Stiles bare form is revealed to him, the boy's towel on the floor as he leans against the locked door his pale but surprisingly muscular chest is heaving in exertion and his cheeks are flushed. He hasn't got nearly enough time to drink him in with his flesh on fire before his attention is drawn elsewhere.
"Man you're like a creepy sexual predator gargoyle, you know that right?" Scott has entered the yard where Peter is perched his heart thundering lightly with exertion, obviously having run. Peter curses himself for being snuck up on but hey his attention was better occupied elsewhere. He's glad he has presence of mind enough not to flinch and appears to be coolly aloof as he flashes his eyes at Scott smirking.
"No, I'm Batman." He says huskily.
Scott guffaws loudly but doesn't join him on the roof for which Peter is thankful because Stiles is still naked and he really doesn't want to give Scott any more ammunition to use against him
."Nice one dude, I think all this time stalking Stiles has rubbed some pop culture off onto you." Scott laughs not unkindly. Peter still deems it necessary for his reputation to growl at Scott.
"To be fair some of that time I was stalking Lydia and Stiles just happened to be there." He says defensively but grins devilishly.
Scott makes a ridiculously human sounding grr and mimes claws at Peter in a gesture so strongly reminiscent of Stiles that Peter almost genuinely smiles.
The young wolf laughs "Yeah whatever helps you sleep at night." he says before he jumps the next fence and continues to Stiles yard. Peter almost feels bad for not warning him. Almost.
He concedes a laugh as Scott yelps and brings his attention back to Stiles window. His mouth drops open; the teen is practically presenting himself to Peter, his ass bare in front of him as the boy struggles to get his legs into his pants. He groans unsure if it's in lust or amused exasperation as the boy falls to his knees again. No it's definitely lust, as a born wolf he has better control than most and even he is struggling to keep his wolf on a leash; purposefully clenching his fists to keep his claws retracted shutting his eyes forcefully to blink away the red that is wolf vision. Peter is surprised at how much he wants the young man, sure he'd held a fascination and fond affection but now? Now he wanted him and what he wants he gets. But would he for lack of a better word woo him or take him? His contemplation would have to wait because Derek had removed the door with surgical precision and was stalking angrily into the room. Peter laughs hysterically again, Stiles had done what he'd failed to achieve; the glory that is unibrow of constipated fury! His mind is made up, this boy was definitely worthy of some wooing, but he thinks as he smirks in anticipation, the taking would be had as well.
He wishes he'd bought popcorn as Stiles face goes from fear to horror as Derek approaches not Stiles but his belongings. Derek holds up a stack of DVDS and opens them one at a time, running a claw in a singular precise scratch down each one before throwing them at Stiles feet. The boy was screaming sacrilege as the older man plucked a batman action figure and squeezed it in his fist. Stiles Shrieked like it was being done to him and started calling Derek an Animal. A laugh escapes Peter it was all too hilarious but the look in his nephews eye had him emitting a cautioning growl. Oh god now he was being all sentimental and protective. Shit he really hopes Derek didn't hear that. He would never live it down. He continues watching as the scene progresses, laughing and occasionally growling as Derek tied Stiles up roughly His rough hands touching altogether too much of Stiles bare skin in peter opinion. He watched as Derek and Scott left the Stilinksi house the younger man handing his nephew some papers. They headed around the back Derek glaring viciously at the window, they jumped the back fence and laughed Scott bumping shoulder with Derek companionably as they walked to his car. Scott stops suddenly and grins, his eyes flashing alpha red as he looks for Peter ; when he finds him he waves furiously. Derek turns when Scott does and growls when he spots his Uncle and barks "Figures!" before he grabs Scott by the arm and drags him on. Peter grins and shoots them his middle finger before he jumps down and makes his way to the door of the Stilinksi house. He smooths his hair down and adjusts his clothes putting on his most winning smile.
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Residual frustration and anger had flared in Derek when he spotted his uncle, but really what did he expect Peter was watching over the boy of his own volition and Derek had eyes and a nose, It's not like he was paying penance. Peter had marked the boy's neck, granted it was in permanent marker but his smell had been all over Stiles bed he definitely wasn't selflessly offering up his skills as a pack babysitter. Derek smirked as his uncle flashed him and Scott the bird with Scott cheerfully returning the gesture as Derek had dragged him away.
Notes:
Haha oh Derek you're so going to get murdered in your sleep. Does he even have a bed? Does he sleep?!
oh right end of chapter notes.
Steter next chapter! Peter enters the Stilinski home and Stiles finally works up the courage to scream to his dad for help because that mans already been exposed to enough messed up shit and seeing his half naked sound bound up like a bdsm christmas present after having two gentlemen callers? Complete. Mental. Breakdown.
Also FYI Stiles is singing spice girls in his car because theres a video of Dylan O'brien (Stiles) before he was famous on youtube lipsyncing it. LIKE A BOSS *bro fist* and I just about wet my pants everytime I watch it.
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