Peter looked at the picture of his brother Adam, holding the frame between his fingers.

'So like him Derek,' Peter thought. 'Yet so not like him. He wouldn't have hesitated the way you hesitate sometimes nephew. He wouldn't have done anything halfway. He wouldn't have shown weakness and mercy.'

Adam's eyes were Derek's eyes. His face was a little more thin, his hair a dark blond.

'That's your problem nephew,' his thoughts continued, looking into Adam's face. 'You hesitate. Your father wouldn't have hesitated, wouldn't have threatened. He would have beat me within an inch of my life. You showed me mercy Derek, and I will repay you the sad reward of mercy. You will be under me, my beta. You will see that hesitation and mercy are for the weak. That's what you are Derek, weak.'

Peter's thoughts returned to the little boy with that same black hair and hazel eyes, except that Derek had actually smiled more then. Peter felt tears running down his face, hating himself. No mercy. No hesitation.

'Uncle Peter,' boy Derek's voice echoed in his mind.

"God," Peter whispered, his face conflicted and guilty.

ooOoo

"What's this about Derek?"

Stiles giggled as his impatient boyfriend pulled him across the porch by his arm. The sun was starting to set, a beautiful orange topaz in a sea of pink.

"I have a surprise for us," Derek told him.

"You're spoiling me Derek!" Stiles grinned.

Derek looked at him a long moment, smile in place, hazel eyes like Stiles had never seen them. This wasn't the mask his mate usually wore, the broody Derek. His heart was slowly opening to someone... him. Letting him in.

"Isaac got it ready for us," Derek said. "Come on. I really want you to see it."

"Oh okay!" Stiles gave in with a smirk. "You win Sourwolf."

Derek and he walked through the front door holding hands. Isaac smirked at them from his place on the couch. His eyes raked over the name necklaces around their necks.

"Very cute you two," Isaac laughed. "Its ready Derek."

"Thank you Isaac. I owe you."

Isaac indicated for them to go on, turning back to his book. Derek notioned for Stiles, the boy following him up the stairs. Stiles was still pleasantly buzzed from the vodka, but only enough to be really giddy. His ADHD was really showing.

"Your room Derek?" Stiles asked with a smirk.

"Right this way," Derek said, grabbing the doorknob and turning it.

The door slowly fell open. Stiles' eyes widened and his heart fluttered at the sight in front of him. There was a new queen size bed with candles lit all over the room. Rose petals were scattered over the new comforter, a very nice touch. Stiles exhaled, placing his hand against his heart. I was wonderful. No one had ever made him feel so cherished.

"All yours," Derek told him. "Ours. Our room Stiles."

"I kinda feel like we're in Beauty and the Beast," Stiles remarked.

Derek looked at him with a skeptical frown.

"What's that make me?" he asked, hint of a growl.

Stiles pressed against him smirking, rubbing their noses together.

"My big sexy beast," he whispered.

Their lips met, lips brushing together gently. He felt Derek's hand gently cup his cheek, his lips becoming more needy. Of course he knew what it all meant, the petals, the candles, and Stiles really wanted it. Wanted to give Derek everything. Those lips pulled away from his slowly. Derek's eyes were burning with desire.

"Lets go to bed," he said in a low voice.

"Will you carry me?" Stiles asked with a smile.

Derek smirked and hoisted him up in his arms. Stiles giggled and wrapped his arms around Derek's shoulders. He felt his back rest against the soft mattress as Derek lay him out, eyes scoping him like a tasty banquet he couldn't wait to devour. The alpha growled and went for his neck.

"Oh Derek!" Stiles panted in his ear. "Yes... "

They were totally cristening the bed. Their bed, Stiles' brain reminded him, as Derek continued nipping at his neck flesh, driving him out of his mind.

ooOoo

They lay cuddled against each other, bodies sticky with sweat about forty minutes later. That had been absolutely beyond anything Stiles could have imagined. He nuzzled into Derek's chest contently.

"Mmmm," Stiles hummed happily. "I'm never going to think about taking a dump the same way again."

Derek eyed him in disbelief.

"You have such a way of wording stuff."

"I know," Stiles smirked. "You like it."

Their lips met again. Was it time for round two?

ooOoo

Danny had finally went home. Scott said he thought it was probably safe. Jackson was kicking back watching some prime-time mellow drama when his doorbell rang. He opened the door and scowled when he saw it was Peter.

"What do you want?" Jackson asked, annoyed. "I told you there's nothing to discuss."

"Oh yes there is you arrogant little punk," Peter hissed in his face, eyes angry. "Because if you don't hold up your end of the deal... "

Jackson shoved him back hard. Peter snarled, making the younger beta snarl in reply, face shifting. He lunged forward, knocking Peter off the porch. Peter rolled over to jump to his feet, but Jackson was on top of him. He raised his claws and slashed across the older Hale's chest.

"Alright," Peter spoke nervously, breathing heavy. "J-Jackson I'm sorry."

Jackson released him, standing up, beginning to walk back toward his house. His face shifted and he was wearing that winner's smirk. Peter was no match for him. The old Hale watched the teen go with a look of hatred on his face.

"You will pay for this Jackson," he hissed furiously. "Mark me. You'll regret this."

Luckily the boy didn't hear him, or didn't care.

ooOoo

Author's Note: So yeah, I didn't want to have to change this to Rated M, so I left the heavy stuff out. You got the idea. Peter has pretty much reached a dead end, but in the next chapter Jackson unknowingly unleashes conflict anew when he tells Scott a secret.