Hm... warnings for this chapter? Non-con, abuse, talk of sex, verbal abuse to Stiles' man-ego, and improper use of the restaurant Red Lobster.
A heavy silence hung over the room until Peter clapped his hands together again and laughed. "Oh, Fractious Day, this is just too perfect! Derek, do you… you don't love him back, do you?"
A tear slid down Stiles' cheek. "Derek…" he whimpered quietly, trying to gain control over his own voice. "I'm so sorry."
"Stiles, don't apologize."
Peter watched the brief exchange then scoffed. "This is just precious! Derek, you do love him back, don't you?"
Derek snarled at his uncle, teeth bared. "Let him go."
Peter chuckled at walked over to the crying teenager. The man wrapped a strong hand around Stiles' chin and forced the teen to look him in the eyes. His eyes were starting to get red from crying. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Stiles'. Derek screamed at his uncle to stop, but the protests fell on deaf ears. Stiles gasped, unconsciously allowing the wolf to push his tongue into the younger boy's mouth. Peter ignored the loud growls coming from his nephew and continued to utterly dominate the boy.
He broke away when Stiles tried to bite his and simply grinned as the sobbing teen looked over to Derek for help. "You will be mine," Peter promised, grabbed the teen's face with both hands. He crouched down to Stiles' height and pressed a quick kiss to the teen's lips. "Or I'll kill those two."
Stiles held the man's gaze, refusing to look away. "I'd rather die." Without warning, he spit square in the wolf's face.
Peter snarled and stood, kicking Stiles square in the chest. The chair fell back, trapping Stiles' hands as it fell. He cried out loudly as he felt the bones in his hands crunching under his weight. The teen gasped for breath, but none seemed to come to him. He felt Peter wrap his hands around his shins and push down, forcing the chair back onto four legs.
"You don't do that again or else," the wolf warned before Stiles found his breath and cleared his throat, getting ready to spit again. A hand flew against Stiles' cheek, but another hand stopped the chair from tipping. Stiles had to bite his abused bottom lip to stop from yelling out for Derek.
"Who the hell are you, Doctor Jekyll? You can't just bitch-slap someone then makeout with them then kick them! This isn't Sparta!"
"Stiles, your ability to stand up to people only makes you more desirable," Peter said, apologetically stroking the cheek he had struck as if the kind gesture would make the pain that he had caused go away. "You have all the characters of an acceptable mate. You care for others unconditionally, you accept obstacles thrown your way in stride, and you throw yourself into everything with a gusto that is matched by none. Accept the bite. You'll be stronger, faster, and more observant. You'd even best Derek, an alpha, in a fight, because you'd draw strength from me. Your mate."
Stiles thought for a second. "First off, if I drew power from you, and Derek killed you once already, how would I beat him?"
"You'd have the power of two wolves to draw from, not just one."
"And secondly, why would I even consider accepting your offer for the bite, let alone to be your mate?!"
"Once I bite you, which you'll let me do willingly because your friends will leave here with their lives, you'll be attached to me. You'll not be able to rest the urge to mate with me. And you know what they say. 'Wolves mate for life.'"
"So do lobsters. Maybe I should head over to Red Lobster and get a mate for life. At least they let you pick out your own there…" Stiles said, chancing a glance in Derek's direction. The alpha was grasping onto the bars, hands smoking. He face was twisted in pain, but not a sound slipped past him lips. 'Keep him talking,' Derek mouthed to the teen.
Peter just kissed the teen again and sighed, missing the exchange between Stiles and Derek.
"The sex is gonna suck," Stiles continued. "I'm way too lazy to do anything but lay there."
"You'll learn to love me," Peter promised, laughing quietly to himself as he walked around to the back of the chair and untied Stiles' hands, keeping a firm grasp on them just in case he got anymore daring ideas. He walked back around so he could crouch in front Stiles, repositioning the teens hands as needed so he never let go of the teen, but didn't aggravate his broken hands.
"Yeah, when hell freezes over…"
Peter smirked up at Stiles. "So you admit it that there's a chance, no matter how small, that it could happen?"
"N-That's not what I meant. W-what I meant was…" Stiles stammered to find the words to describe what he really had meant.
Peter pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Stiles' right middle finger. "You truly are beautiful…" the wolf whispered.
"Now, that is not cool. That was a serious blow to my man ego!" Stiles whined, trying to follow Derek's instructions. "I demand that you apologize before any biting or kissing or ass-whupping-of-yours-because-when-I'm-a-wolf-I'm-kicking-your-ass-ness happens!"
Peter chuckled and looked up at the teen. Stiles had a moment of weakness. The look of total and utter adoration in Peter's eyes quickly whittled away at his defenses. "Kiss me…" he whispered.
Peter happily obliged, letting go of the teen' wrists just to clutch desperately to the boys neck. This time, Stiles was hell bent on keeping Peter busy until Derek finished doing whatever the hell he was doing. Stiles enthusiastically kissed back, closing his eyes and wishing it was Derek who was so desperate just to be near him. The teen heard bars creaking ever so slightly and moaned loudly, hoping to down out the previous noise. The wolf smirked against the teen's insistent mouth and before Stiles knew what was happening, Peter pulled away. The teen tried to call out to warn Derek, but it was too late. Peter had Derek trapped between his self and the mountain ash bars. The alpha nearly howled in agony as Peter's hand clutched ever tighter around his throat and the bars burned into his back.
"Derek!" Stiles called out, tears welling in his eyes at the horrifying sound.
Peter snarled at his nephew and shoved him into the bars as hard as he could. Derek let out another low whine as he slid to the floor. The wolf whirled back to Stiles and sank his teeth into the boys shoulder, ignoring the long wail of pain as his fangs slid deeper into flesh.
"I will make you mine," Peter growled when he released the teen like a broken toy that he no longer wanted to play with. "Or kill you trying."
WHAT!? Well, there is a character death in the next chapter... Is it Stiles?! Or maybe Derek! Or Peter! Or Danny! What? Danny?! Or Lydia, who seems to have magically disappeared from existance! Damn, when that girl gets knocked out, she gets KNOCKED OUT!
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