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It's Actually Normal 2
"So you want to tell me what that was?"
After their guest had left, the couple had shuffled back to the bedroom where Stiles proceeded to try and seduce Peter but it fell flat. The mood was lost and killed somewhere in the woods, and neither (no matter how much they wanted to) couldn't get it up after that disaster. So Stiles went back to bed and Peter went back to being a creep and watching his partner.
It was when morning came that Stiles found himself in a kinky position. He was hogtied using their multiple sets of handcuffs, the padded ones on his wrists. Originally those were the ones Stiles bought for them, but with Peter getting arrested (more than once by his father) the collection started growing as Peter miraculously escaped from the cops (still handcuffed) every time. He turned his head to the side, trying to spy where his boyfriend was. He couldn't find him and figured he was on his blindside.
So he laid there for a few minutes just waiting. A few minutes turned into 30 that turned into 45. By then half of his body was almost if not completely numb from the position they were forced into. His neck was starting to cramp when the bedroom door opened, bringing a clean and dressed Peter and the smell of breakfast.
"Are you kidding me? You weren't even home!?" Peter raised an eyebrow, leisurely taking a sip of his sweet smelling coffee.
He took a bite of bagel (that Stiles just noticed he also had) chewing as he answered with a "yup".
"Dude, that's so not cool! Did you at least get me something?" It's the least the bastard could've done seeing as he's not all tied up. And it wasn't even for kinky sex! At least he thought it wasn't. The young man was still in his pj's. And he'll slaughter Peter if he rips his clothes to shreds again, he's tired of buying new clothes, the sales lady looks at him funny.
"Nope." Stiles was forced to watch as the older man plopped the last of the delicious looking bagel into his mouth.
Peter couldn't help the cruel smirk that appeared at his boyfriend's expression. Really, the guy was too easy. It was a wonder that Peter wasn't completely cured of his sadistic tendencies. Not with Stiles' many intriguing facial expressions. He liked these the best.
"So you want to tell me what that was?"
"Is that why you tied me up like a pig? My arms and legs are numb, I can't feel them! And if I have to get them amputated just because you left me like this for so long I'll get Derek to strangle you for me!" Peter rolled his eyes and scoffed at the dramatics.
"I know how long it takes for your body to come to that Stiles, hardly an hour would cut it."
"Where the hell did you go that you took an hour!? And should I even bother asking how you know how long limbs have to be numb before their amputated?"
"Oh, to Angeline's down the street. And I have my ways…" He sighed at the look Stiles was giving him. "Oh, the wonders of the internet, Stiles. The things we can learn from it. Just imagine."
"Shut it, you jerk. And Angeline's only takes 10 minutes to walk to!"
Peter shrugged nonchalantly and slinked over to the chair conveniently placed by the bed right in front of Stiles' view.
"I was stopped and chatted to on the way there and then I decided to eat in instead of getting my breakfast to go."
The glare Stiles gave made the insides of Peter tingle. Usually, when they fight and that glare was introduced, at the end of the argument, angry sex always resulted. It was best kind of sex in Peter's opinion because then he could be rough and it would be reciprocated and he didn't have to hold all of him back. But this wasn't a fight and Peter refuses to let Stiles seduce him away from what he wants. Answers. He especially wants to know what was up with that old man last night.
He could see the struggle as Stiles tried to slip out of the cuff but they were on tight. Peter asked again, relaxing back into the chair, silently telling the tied up man that he had time and the patience. Stiles pulled and tugged a few more times before going limp and pouting. They remained silent for a while, waiting for the other to talk or do something.
As usual, Stiles was the first to break the silence.
"What do you want to know?" Despite the easy give, Peter knew it wasn't going to be a walk in the park gaining the complete truth from him. But he was experienced with this; had known Stiles too long to not know his tricks and how to deflect them.
"Who was that guy first off?" Peter's seen him around here and there over the years, but never really pursued anything dealing with the man. He wasn't a threat (those fleeting glimpses) and best to leave the guy to his own devices and just worry about Stiles. But perhaps he should have dug into the matter. Stiles, after all, is a magnet for trouble.
"He calls himself Death." That would explain the scent. "Not really a clue what supernatural creature he is though." The shrug was stilted due to the handcuffs.
"How do you know him? He mentioned coming to you once before."
"He did, back when we were still in Beacon Hills. At that time, you were dead…that's why you didn't know of it." Stiles continued on, knowing what the werewolf was going to ask. "And no I'm not gonna tell you what he wanted."
Peter didn't push the declaration, and he also didn't ask what it was that Stiles got in return for the favor. He knew he wasn't going to get those answers so soon, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to ask them later on. Stiles was smart, he knew Peter knew something was up, and by his tense shoulders, was expecting the questions. So he was surprised when instead Peter asked about devils.
"You know as well as I that there are more supernatural out there than we know. It turns out that heaven and hell, the whole shebang exists."
"I know Stiles. I've died remember? I had to go somewhere." Peter's voice of soft and somber. His whole body stiffened, claws tearing into his sleeve to imbed themselves into his flesh beneath. His eyes flashed bright and stayed in their wolf color as his face became closed off. This was the first time talking about his afterlife. He still had nightmares about it but kept it to himself. Sometimes when he is alone, he'd relapse into that stupor where he couldn't decide if he was out of hell or not, if all this was a dream. Stiles never thought about that, Peter never gave him a reason too. He kept it simple as to him dying and Lydia bringing him back and nothing else. He didn't want anything else.
Though now he planted the idea into his boyfriend's mind.
"And besides, those hunter brothers had an Angel with them."
"They did? What the hell why didn't you tell me?"
Peter shrugged. "Never asked, and I thought you were smart enough to figure it out yourself. Clearly I was wrong." He sneered.
"Hey! I was busy okay? Excuse me for not noticing there was an angel in my presence. Sides, I saw no wings." Peter let his claws retract, his body calming down in the face of their familiar banter routine.
"If you did you'd be dead. He was the weird one in the trench coat." He detached his hands from his arms and instead rested them on the chair's handles. "What gave you the idea that heaven and hell existed in the first place?"
Stiles blushed. He tried moving his head down, glancing away but Peter still saw his rosy cheeks. "I kind of snuck several glances into their journal/bestiary thing." Peter rolled his eyes.
Of course.
"Any who, devils. I was just guessing Death meant demons or something seeing as there's only one devil, and he's locked in a cage downstairs according to the giant one."
"And this Axel he mentioned?"
"More than likely a demon we have to find to get answers from." Stiles made a bitch face. "Do you know how hard that's going to be? How hard tracking and finding demons are? Their journal wasn't very clear on the specifics on it. And finding anything on the internet about it is going to be like looking for a needle in a needle stack."
"If anyone can find anything on the internet Stiles, it's you." He moved towards the bed, pulling out the key to the handcuffs (which were stashed in between Stiles' feet and rope, much to his displeasure at not feeling it) and released the young man. "Now hurry up and get to it, we have a time limit to adhere to."
Stiles rubbed at his wrist and feet, trying to get blood back into them. "That's it?"
"Yeah. I don't see why not, it's not like we have anything better to do. Neither you or me actually work." He was also interested in what was so important about a ring.
"Fine, go get me some breakfast, I'm starving."
Peter scoffed. "Yeah, right." He left the room, smirking a little at the curses yelled at his back.
In the end, he did get Stiles his food.
"What?" The gruff voice of Derek Hale answered after the third ring.
"Don't sound so excited Sourwolf. It's nice to hear from you too."
There was a long suffering sigh from the other end.
"What do you want Stiles?" He asked as if Stiles was the last person he wanted to hear from.
"I need your Camaro."
"No." He shot down immediately.
"What? Why?"
"Because the last time you were near my baby you almost totaled her."
Stiles scoffed. "Puh-lease. That was absolutely not my fault! I wasn't even driving it! You were!"
"You were in the passenger seat and you still manage to somehow almost crash her."
"Dude ("Don't call me dude Stiles!") how is that even possible? I had no control over the car what so ever. You didn't even let me touch the radio!" He complained.
"For good reason too! Who knows what you would have done to it!"
Moving the phone from his mouth (Derek could still hear him anyways) Stiles called to the bedroom where his boyfriend was lounging on the couch reading.
"Peter! You're nephews being an asshole to me!"
"Stiles!" Derek's voice screamed from the phone. "Don't bring my uncle into this!"
"Tell him to be nice to you!" Peter called back, unconcerned.
"Peter said to be nice to me asshat."
Stiles could practically hear Derek rolling his eyes at him and grinding his teeth down in frustration.
"My answer is still no. You are not. Driving. My car."
"But I need it!" Stiles' tone of voice could definitely be described as full on whining.
"You have your own car Stiles. And if you wanted a sports car I'm sure you can persuade Peter into getting you one. Now if that's all I'm gonna hang up."
"But I need it like, soon and I'm pretty sure you rigged the crap out of it that it's not even street legal."
"No, Stiles. It's not up for discussion."
"Peter!" Stiles grinned at the sigh he heard over the connection. "Please tell Derek we need his car!"
There was nothing for a moment or two and Stiles pouted knowing Peter was staying out of it. He tried again to get the same result. He could hear Derek's smug grin through the phone. Derek could never win against the tag team of Stiles and Peter no matter what it was. Derek knew this, Stiles and Peter knew this. So Stiles liked to use it to his advantage whenever possible but Peter was a douchebag and picked his battles. This one was clearly not being of his interest. But it should be, dammit, they needed Derek's car!
"Please Derek! I swear I won't wreck your car! I'll take good care of her. I'll treat her like I treat my jeep; with love. Please? Come on, I need your car!"
"My answer's final Stiles. No." And the bastard hung up on him.
"See if I ever get you anything for your birthday again asshat." He hung the phone down into its cradle and made his way into their bedroom, a decision already made in his mind.
Peter was still splayed on the couch, booked resting over his chest as he looked up at Stiles raising an eyebrow.
"We're leaving. Get packed." Stiles marched passed the couch to the large walk in closet, digging around in search for their suit case.
"Where, pray tell, are we going?"
"Where else? We're going to go harass Derek into lending us his car." He came back out with his prize and dumped it onto the unmade bed and started to gather shirts and all.
Peter watched him move around, raising his other eyebrow when his boyfriend started to pack his clothing as well. Shaking his head lightly, Peter bookmarked his place and returned the book back on the shelf with all the others. He knew Stiles was in one of his determined moods. Whatever idea he has stuck in his brain he'll do whatever he can to get it accomplished. It was hard to shake Stiles from doing whatever it is he was wanting to do, so Peter did the only he could do. Follow along and make sure Stiles stayed out of trouble.
Besides, it's been a while since they last been to Beacon Hills and seen his nephew. And going by their conversation earlier, it was going to be an interesting visit. Peter was absolutely positive Derek has no idea what was coming to him.
He chuckled.
"Don't forget to get our ticket's Stiles. We're going to need those."
Here's the second chapter, hoped you enjoyed it :)
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