the peter/isaac porn in this fic is longer than the actual plot.

but it's still extremely cute!

I figured I'd update before classes start tomorrow! I love you guys! Hope I'm making you happy!

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Isaac was in the kitchen reaching for the frosted flakes at the very top of the pantry when he heard the door open. He didn't take any mind, opting to stand on the tips of his toes to reach it (whoever decided putting cereal so high should be punished, considering he was one of the tallest in the pack and it was difficult for even him). His fingers were just to the edge of the box when he let out a huff of breath as he felt someone pull him by his waist. He noticed that there were large, warm hands resting on his hips after he finished sulking in the loss of his cereal, a strong and muscled chest at his back, a slight puff of warm breath on his ear.

"Derek?" Isaac questioned- it was a familiar scent, but it seemed a little off. There was a low, dark chuckle in from the man behind him- Isaac could feel the vibrations the sound caused rumble through his spine and onto his skin. A slick, wet sensation traced on the outer edge of his ear that slid down to massage a patch of skin on his neck. Soft lips found their way to his earlobe, suckling and nibbling there while the hands that previously settled on his waist began to trail under and up his shirt, tracing lazy patterns as they went. There was an obvious hardness on his ass and he ground back into it, relaxing in the sensations.

"God, Derek, your tongue…"

There was a bite on his neck that was a bit too painful to be done by completely human teeth.

"Not quite, pup."

Isaac's eyes shot open, a soft gasp leaving his lips. "Peter?"

A long stripe of wet warmth was licked up his neck at the name, the hardness pressed even harder into his ass.

"The one and only."

Isaac tried to turn around but the firm grip Peter had on him didn't allow him to. He moaned when he felt Peter's lips begin to suck on his neck and moaned even louder when he was pushed into the wall next to the pantry, Peter's well muscled form covering his.

"Y-you haven't touched me, um, before- at all," Isaac said in awe as he felt those strong hands migrate to his back, pushing the soft linen of his t-shirt up to rub into the muscles there. Peter's breath was hot and warm on the back of his neck, hard cock pressing into his ass.

"Sorry 'bout that, sweetheart," Peter said in a slow drawl that went straight to Isaac's dick. "I've been… busy, with the company and all." Two fingers came to pinch at one of his nipples while Peter's mouth worked another hickey onto the other side of his neck, Isaac's body completely covered by the older man's form.

"Being financial adviser is such hard work, Isaac," Peter whined in a childish voice while he made Isaac moan into the wall, hands pulling at both nipples and cock grinding into him. "All work and no play makes Peter a very very dull boy."

He felt the heat along his back go away for a moment and he was about to whine in protest when his shirt was forcefully tugged over his head. He heard the soft sound of another shirt being tugged off before the warmth returned again, the bare skin of Peter's chest pressing into his back.

"But due to my outstanding work- I've been able to snag a little free time to come home and play with my new favorite toy."

A hand entered his hair and tugged rather forcefully, pulling his head back and making Isaac bear his neck to the older werewolf.

"God, Peter…" Isaac moaned, rubbing himself back into Peter's cock. It was the only one he hadn't seen yet, only one he hadn't touched. He had almost forgotten about Peter- but now here he was, strong scent wafting off his body, one hand curled into his hair and the other pinching on his nipples and now he needed to see it, needed to have it like crazy. He could feel himself slowly passing into the state of mind that had become so familiar; when he would o anything to achieve pleasure.

"God is actually my middle name," Peter said with a chuckle. "But from now on you get you get to call me… sir."

Isaac moaned at the name. "Yeah, yes, whatever you want,"

The hand on his hair tugged hard and he cried out in pleasurepain when he felt teeth bite fiercely into the meat of his shoulder. A hot, blossoming burst flew through his nerves and trickled onto his skin, flowing into his muscles and making them ache with goodness. It all went straight to his cock though, made him leak pre-cum, made him want Peter's dick even more.

"What did you say, boy?" Peter's voice was dark and heavy and thick and rough and God, Isaac would do anything this man told him to.

"Whatever you want, sir," Isaac replied

The fingers in his hair loosened and he allowed his forehead to hit the wall. He groaned when he was turned around and pushed into the wall, a rough pair of lips instantly going to his.

Peter's kiss wasn't like any of the others, it was an experience all of its own. The older man didn't wait for Isaac to open his mouth, didn't make him moan until he was basically crying-no, Peter kissed with the maturity and skill that only a man of experience would have. He didn't warm Isaac up, didn't asked him if he liked it, he forced him to like it, pushed those lips onto his and dove into his mouth without any pretense, tongue sliding over his own and making Isaac's hands scramble to the older man's shoulder because he didn't want to fall when his knees gave out. Peter held him up though, pushed him against the wall and began to grind his cock into Isaac's answering hard-on, his hands going into Isaac's hair and tugging and pulling, exciting nerves Isaac didn't even know existed.

For all that Peter's kiss was brutal and harsh, their wet mouth smacking together and tongues dancing around each, Isaac moaned as he slipped deeper into his headspace, tasting every crevice of each other's mouths. Peter's body was radiating a heat that almost made him sweat, made him want to rip off his pajama pants and offer himself up fully to the man, let him have his hard, dark way with him.

Peter pulled back and grabbed Isaac's jaw in a forceful clench, raising his head to make him look into his own icy-blue eyes. They were blown, dark with lust and want and shining brightly with a flame of desire. Peter's breath was labored, lips red and heavy from the kiss and Isaac moaned at the sight, wanting to be everything for this man, this extremely powerful being that had taken control of him.

Even though Peter's hips had stopped moving, Isaac couldn't help but rub little circles into the older man's hips as he stared Isaac down in a way that would usually make him cower in fear.

"What are you?" Peter asked in a raspy voice, but asked in such a way that only allowed one answer- only allowed one though to enter his mind.

"Pack bitch, sir," Isaac said breathily. The want- the need to please Peter was something he had never felt before. With the others he had always chased his own orgasm, theirs just an extra. But with Peter- it was like his didn't even matter, it only mattered to make the older man happy, to do what he said and make sure he obeyed as well as he could.

"And who do you belong to?" Peter asked.

"The pack."

A burst of that same familiar brand of pleasurepain blossomed in his mind when he felt the simultaneous sensation of a hard cock being dragged against his own through the cotton of his pants and the piercing pain of claws digging into the skin on his neck.

"Specifically," Peter growled, licking his lips. He didn't allow Isaac to think at the question though, deciding to plunder his mouth once more, this time more softly. His tongue licked across Isaac's lips, sucking on the bottom on before diving into his mouth once again. Isaac tried to think of the answer while Peter's mouth was working its magic, tried so hard until he felt the hard clench of Peter's hand around his jaw, the drag of Peter's clothed cock along his, the feeling of Peter's tongue trying to devour him from the inside out.

"You," Isaac said through the kiss, but it was muffled. Peter pulled back and looked at him. "You. I-I belong to you, sir,"

The smile that Peter gave him made Isaac want to believe it could sustain him for the rest of his life.

"Good boy," Peter said, grin filled with sharp teeth, eyes flashing dangerously. "Now, you get your reward. Take out my cock."

Isaac didn't hesitate to do as he was told hands falling from Peter's shoulders to unbutton his slacks and unzipping them, reaching into them until his hand met the heavy thickness of Peter's dick. The man moaned and thrust into the grip, Isaac's fingers playing over the skin as he palmed it.

"Now," Peter said, voice rough. "I'm going to respect our dearest alpha's wishes, but if you do a good job, boy, I'll give you something we both know you need. Now jerk me off and we'll see if you get it."

Isaac didn't waste any time pulling Peter in so that he was closer, body almost flush with his own. He began to stroke the hard cock in has hand, rubbing his thumb over the slit and under the head, putting a slight pressure there that made Peter groan and pursue Isaac's lips once again. He used his other hand to slide further down to place his balls in his pal, rolling them around his fingers and tugging them slightly. Peter rolled his hips into the feeling, moaning as he sucked on Isaac's tongue, and thrust into the palm of his hand.

"God, Isaac, I want to get you pregnant, boy, want it so bad," Peter admitted, hips beginning to pump furiously. Isaac could tell he was close by the way his kiss was getting sloppier, thrusting more erratic, breaths heavier.

"I'd have as many babies as you want to give me, sir," Isaac said, taking Peter's tongue between his lips. "I want to belong to you."

Peter's eyes closed as he moaned and threw his head back, hips going so fast Isaac's hands almost slipped, but he kept his grip and continued to stroke.

"God, boy, you already do."

Peter's head shot forward and Isaac's felt teeth latch onto the side of his neck, biting deep and Peter shook with orgasm, his body giving small tremors as he groaned his way through it. Isaac felt his cum spurt into his hand but he didn't stop stroke, dragging the older man through it.

They stood there for a few moments while Peter recovered and Isaac fell deeper into a haze that he had never really felt before. Peter finally stood back up though, hair disheveled and skin rosy, ice turning back to normal. He grinned with a mischievous smirk.

"Good job, sweetheart. I believe now it's your turn."

Isaac frowned a little when Peter made him take his hands off his cock, fingers covered in the evidence of Peter's orgasm.

"I know you'd love to clean that up, but I've got another idea in mind."

Peter pulled down Isaac's pajamas and scooped up a good bit of his own cum into his fingers. Isaac's cock popped up now that it was free, an angry red and dripping pre-cum, slick and shiny from Peter's ministrations.

Peter turned him around to face the wall again. Isaac was trying to figure out what Peter was going to do until he heard the man's voice next to his ear. "When you're fully activated I'm going to do a lot more than just this to you, sweet heart. But for now, we'll work with what we got."

He narrowed his eyes but let out a gasp when he felt his cheeks spread open, a wet sensation immediately covering his hole. The sensation immediately shot up his spine and he moaned and shoved his hips out to accept more of the feeling, he wanted it like it was instinct, like it was natural. The liquid, which he hazily guessed was Peter's cum, was spread around his hole with two fingers. He shivered and moans fell from his lips as fingers circled his rim, massaging lightly as Peter's fingernail caught on the soft skin, making tremors run over his skin, goosebumps rising all over his body.

"If it feels this good with just fingers, boy, imagine how it'll feel with my cock."

Isaac couldn't really fathom anything, considering how the rough, slick fingertips were now pressing lightly into his hole, the breech of the muscle creating a shiver of excitement that shot up his spine. His fingers pushed in more, barely-there calluses rubbing against the soft tissue of his insides. He gasped and pushed back for more, making Peter's fingers go deeper inside. The digits began to move around, scissoring and prodding inside him and there was a heat that sat on the surface of his skin that felt as if it would consume him alive.

"Please," Isaac muttered, pushing back onto the fingers. He didn't even really know what he was asking for, just asking for more of this, more of whatever Peter was giving him. Fortunately, the older man was willing to abide by Isaac's desires. In one swift motion he shoved two fingers as deep as they could go and Isaac cried out, bracing himself against the wall and throwing his head back, arching his spine in an expression of pure bliss as the fingers settled inside him.

"Like a fucking cat," Peter's voice whispered behind him.

Almost instantly Isaac began to rock back and forth, groaning as he felt the slight burn of the dragpush split him apart piece by piece. There was something in his belly, something that wanted more than what Peter's fingers could give. He was entirely out of any coherent headspace, unable to voice his wants- so he opted to fuck himself back as hard as possible, driving Peter deeper into him. Finally, Peter began to move of his own accord, holding Isaac's hips still with his other hand and ramming his fingers into Isaac's cum slicked hole with as much force as possible. Isaac cried out, felt like he was drowning under all the sensations, biting his lips as the fingers inside him searched for something, dragging and pushing and completely undoing Isaac piece by piece. He was breathing hard now, hair damp and cheeks rosy with a slight sheen of sweat on his body.

When he finally felt it he heard someone scream a sound so loud he thought they were being strangled or something equally as horrible- it took a few moments to realize that it was him. Peter's fingers finally brushed a place inside him that made him see stars- no, fucking galaxies, nebulas, universes. Isaac was gone now- slave and thrall to whatever whim Peter desired. The fingers were moving so fast now, there was a coil of heat settled deep in his belly and he tried to jerk himself off because he was so close but his hand was slapped away.

"Either you cum like this, slut," Peter said, bending his fingers inside Isaac and making him moan. "Or you don't cum at all."

Isaac was on the verge of tears now because everything felt so good, Peter's voice, Peter's body, Peter's fingers, Peter's scent, Peter's everything was overwhelming him and he kept hitting that spot that made his mind go blank, made him forget his own name.

Inevitably, the warmth in his stomach was spreading, adding to the heat on his skin as he felt himself begin to orgasm. It spread through him like an arrow, starting from the tips of his toes, to his legs and up into his stomach, over his chest, spilling into his arms and finally he screamed so hard it hurt- his voice rough and hoarse from use. He felt his entire body tense and all at once his cum shot out of him and onto the wall and finally the tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes fell. Peter slowed down his movements but didn't stop, fucking Isaac through his orgasm.

He must have passed out for a few seconds or, hell, minutes, because when he came to he was on the floor, Peter cradling him from behind. His head lay on Peter's shoulder, warm hands rubbing over his stomach in a soothing gesture. He was aware that he was trembling- quite hard- but he couldn't stop. He felt like he was far, far away, somewhere else, where nothing existed but Peter's warmth.

"Shh, little one, it's alright. I've got you," Peter whispered into his ear, honey thick voice dripping comfort into Isaac's skin. He tried to talk but his throat hurt and he didn't really have the energy- Peter placed a finger on his lips to quiet him. "No, talking, pup. You need to rest, now go to sleep."

Peter's tone didn't leave any room for argument, so Isaac complied. He closed his eyes again, relaxed against the safety of Peter's body, and let the soothing massage of Peter's hands lull him to sleep.

xOx

Stiles was told to dress formally for this date- and his definition of formal was definitely not everyone's definition of formal, so he opted the easy way out and used the same outfit that he had worn to Derek's interview. If Derek had basically jerked him off in it, it must mean it was good, right? And plus, he didn't feel like calling Lydia over so she could fuss over him for three hours.

But he did apply that sex hair technique she taught him. That- that was good.

He opened the door when the bell rung, only to find an extremely attractive mean leaning against the doorframe. He was older- but not in a gross way, in a very i-want-him-to-be-my-daddy sort of way, Stiles though. He was obviously well built, muscles showing through the tight blue button down he was wearing. The shirt complemented his eyes, eyes that seemed to stare at him for longer than strictly necessary. He had some nice stubble going- stubble that reminded him of Derek.

"Were you listening to me get ready?" Stiles asked- the guy was dangerously close to the door to have just been ringing the bell. He wasn't met with an immediate response, but he watched as the sharp blue eyes of the well dressed man looked him up and down in an obvious manner. Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Do you want me to turn around so you can see my ass too?" Stiles asked sarcastically.

"That would be nice," the man answered, smirking in a way that made Stiles blush. The man pushed himself from the door from and took a step inside, leaving about an inch or two of space between the two of them. Stiles gulped loudly, jaw hanging open.

"Um. Hi?"

The older man smiled and leaned in, pressing his nose into the crook of Stiles' neck. Stiles didn't really know what to do with the situation- there was an extremely hot werewolf that was probably scenting him. He wasn't exactly completely against the idea of having the older man in his bed right now, but at the same time he figured it was a little easy to let it happen before the date even started. So he decided to do nothing.

"Mmm," The man moaned, smiling as he straightened himself, eyes piercing into Stiles'. "Derek told me you smelled good, but not that good. Peter Hale, nice to finally meet you." He held out his hand.

The formal greeting threw Stiles off, but he quickly corrected himself and took the offered handshake. "Uh- Stilinski- um, Stiles- that's Stiles Stilinski. Yeah, sorry, alliteration and all that."

Peter raised a brow and a grin fell on his lips. "Yeah, Stiles. Got it." Peter sighed and nibbled on his lips, a look of worry falling onto his face.

"Hey- what's wrong? You okay?"

The man spared a quick glance at him before shaking his head. "Ah, it's nothing. We better get going."

"Hey, no way dude! Tell me what's up!"

They were still weirdly close, Stiles decided, when he finally took the time to take in their distance from one another. Peter seemed to worry his bottom lip for a moment in hesitation before he leaned in a little closer, lips less than an inch away.

"You see, I really want to fuck you into the ground right now. But Derek said that I'm not allowed to, and he's spoiling all the fun. So I'm trying to decide what body part of yours to think about when I jerk off later…"

Stiles blushed even harder than before, licking his lips and widening his eyes. "Uh-yeah, th-t-that's probably, um, I think I have to-yeah, let's just go." Stiles quickly removed himself and dashed around the older man, speed walking down the hallway. He didn't think to lock his door behind him or anything, steadfastly ignoring the loud laugh he heard behind him.

xOx

"So, uh, what do you like to do in your spare time?" Stiles asked as he sat in the passenger seat of Peter's black Camaro. The thing was like sec on wheel, made him to want to sleep with the older man just to see if he could drive it around the block.

God, he really was a slut wasn't he?

"On the weekdays I like to read, I play the piano, I like to cook also- mostly desserts."

"Really?" Stiles asked, a smile popping up on his lips. "Well good because I love eating!"

Peter smiled. "But on the weekends I try to think of how many times I can make you or Isaac cum before you start begging for me to stop."

Stiles didn't respond.

xOx

"So," Stiles said as they sat at their table, waiting for their waiter. Peter had- a bit unsurprisingly- bought him to an extremely upscale restaurant- a nice Italian place ran by real Italian people. There were sconces on the wall and everything, little candles on each table, real flowers. Place was classy as hell- surely something Stiles could never afford on his own.

"So." Peter said, taking a sip of the water. Stiles decided to take a sip too and- good god, that water was the best tasting water he had ever had in his life.

"This is a really nice place."

"You like it?"

"Yeah, definitely! It's beautiful."

Peter smiled again, but this one was softer, something more intimate than the other seductive ones he had given earlier. The waiter came soon enough to take their orders. Stiles, being , well… Stiles, had completely forgotten to look at the menu in lieu of gawking over the luxury of the restaurant.

"Alright, well let's see, how abou-holy shitfuck, what the hell is that number?" Stiles asked, eyes racing over all the pages of the menu, getting progressively wider as he read the prices. "A fucking salad for 15 dollars?"

He heard Peter laugh. "He'll take the chicken marsala with the truffles. I'll have the porterhouse medium rare," Peter ordered, handing over their menus with a grin.

Stiles raised a brow as he looked at Peter over the candle, the light illuminating his icy eyes. His demeanor looked softer here, more relaxed and familiar- not the dangerous, sly man of the streets he seemed to be everywhere else.

"Sorry if that was a bit too forward, ordering your food and all," Peter said, taking another sip of his water. "But trust me, the chicken marsala here is amazing. Cooked just right and tender and juicy- one of the best things on the menu."

Stiles watched as the man talked, Peter's eyes lighting up with each word. "No worries, I trust you."

Peter looked down at that, playing with his napkin in what looked to be an actual display of slight trepidation. "I, um- you know how I said I liked to cook?"

"Yeah," Stiles said with a smile. "Why?"

"Well," Peter said, running a hand through his hair. "I used to own this place."

Stiles' jaw dropped, looking straight into Peter's eyes. "Dude! You serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"You? Owned this place? This is like the most upscale place I've ever seen!"

Peter's eyes narrowed. "Are you implying that I'm not a very upscale person?"

"No! I didn't mean it like that- ugh, sorry man,"

Peter laughed. "I was just messing with you, Stiles."

The way Peter said his name made him grin. "So, um, you used to own this place? What happened?"

Peter's grin fell slightly, his eyes downcast. "Life happened."

Stiles nodded in understanding, hesitant with his next question. "Mind if I asked what life did?"

Peter let out a small huff of a laugh and set his hands clasped together on the table. "I used to be a chef. I was the best chef I knew. I loved cooking. Everyone has their passion- friends, painting, writing, sports- and cooking was mine. I loved how I could make people smile, food is sort of like a universal language, ya know? We all eat, so we all speak it.

"But that was once upon a time a long long way ago. That was before my sister and brother-in-law died and I had to stay to help the company. This place- this was like my home. I would watch people eat and laugh and have a good time while they were eating my food. But sometimes duty calls and-and you just have to answer it. So I sold it- sold my heart along with it- to help my family's company not fall apart, to help them stay afloat."

Stiles' lips were in a heavy frown, his heart ached for the man. "But, did you really have to sell it? I mean, I'm sure they could have found another financial adviser, right?"

Peter nodded. "If they had been given the time- of course. The little I know about money management comes from this place. But I had to be with my family not only for the company but for them. Even though Derek was basically raised to be CEO he was like a fish out of water when it finally came time to take the position without his parents, and Laura was no better. They were both in pain, both lost- I had to help somehow."

"So you sold your restaurant to keep them happy."

Peter nodded. "Family and pack are above all else. Any werewolf who says differently should be killed."

"But- everything's fine now, right? Derek knows what he's doing, the business is in a good place-" Stiles stopped himself, thinking about the situation they were in right now. "Well, almost in a good place. You could just buy it back, couldn't you? Take up your passion again?"

"I could," Peter said. "But I don't think I will. Those brats in the office wouldn't be able to hold their bladder if I wasn't there to tell them how. And plus, I like having time with my pack. And I can still cook- I make almost all the meals- so it's not gone. And somehow this," Peter said, gesturing to the restaurant. "This is kind of like leaving a legacy. It may not be mine anymore, but it's nice to know that I started it."

Stiles wasn't entirely aware that he was smiling, but he was aware of the expression of adoration and actual love on Peter's face, his eyes filled with something like nostalgia.

"You're an awesome uncle." Stiles said in a whispered breath, well aware that Peter could hear him. Peter smiled up at him with so much intimacy it almost hurt.

"Damn right I am."

The chicken marsala Peter had ordered was the best thing he had ever tasted in his entire life. Peter made several jokes about how his dick would soon replace that standing.

xOx

Stiles was left breathless after Peter kissed him. He was almost positive there were bruises on his hips and his lips were tender and red- but for some reason he didn't care so much. It felt kinda like he was somewhere far, far away.