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Title: Court House Courting – Stiles' Cherrytober
TW Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Jeff Davis and MTV. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, lawyer/FBI AU, Pack Alpha Peter, Spark Stiles, established relationship, possessiveness, explicit intercourse, anal
Main Pairing: Peter/Stiles
Teen Wolf Characters: Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski, Peter Hale, Derek Hale
Cherrytober Prompt: Dirty Little Secret + Love Bites
Summary: Stiles' first big case with the FBI was the wanted fugitive Derek Hale. Somehow, Stiles ends up getting fucked by Derek's uncle and lawyer in the court house during trial (he knows how).
Court House Courting
Stiles' Cherrytober
Stiles gasped breathlessly when his back collided with the door of the toilet stall, Peter's fingers quick to undo the top buttons of Stiles' shirt and pulling off his tie so the wolf could latch onto the stretch of skin between Stiles' shoulder and neck. Another gasp escaped Stiles when sharp teeth scratched over his skin and Peter sucked, determined to leave a mark.
"This is such a fucking bad idea, Peter," Stiles hissed annoyed.
Peter paused and even pulled off Stiles' neck to give him a judgmental look. "You are literally opening my pants right now, darling."
Blinking, Stiles looked down at his hands and yep, he sure was opening Peter's fly as they spoke. Looking up again, Stiles glared fiercely at Peter, crashing their mouths together in a harsh, hungry kiss. Peter's amused chuckle was swallowed by Stiles' greedy mouth.
"It still bears pointing out," Stiles hissed breathlessly. "That this is a monumentally bad idea."
"Your objection is noted in the record," Peter smirked amused.
He opened Stiles' pants and pushed them down enough so he could reach between Stiles' cheeks. A soft groan came from Stiles when Peter's cunning fingers worked their way into him. Good thing Stiles was still loose from the shower sex they'd had before heading to the court house.
Stiles had left Beacon Hills after graduation to go to Quantico and also to leave the supernatural bullshit behind. And what happened? The very first big case Stiles got assigned to as an FBI agent was the wanted fugitive Derek Hale. Who turned out to be a werewolf who was absolutely innocent of this crime, he had just been on a full moon run stumbling over the crime in a very, very bad looking manner. Since the supernatural was a secret from humans though, there was no explaining him away. So Stiles got to put up with Derek Hale's uncle and lawyer, Peter Hale.
Peter had been able to smell the lightning on Stiles the very first time he interviewed the FBI agent for the case. Red eyes flashed at Stiles, a grin full of fangs, and by the end of that interview, Stiles found himself backed against the lawyer's desk, getting kissed within an inch of his life. Ten minutes later and Stiles found himself bent over that desk, with the Alpha's cock buried deep inside of him, making Stiles moan like none of his partners had ever before.
Over the duration of the case, leading up to the trial and now during the trial, the two of them kept hooking up. Peter Hale was like a drug and Stiles was hooked. He craved the man's touch, hot, soft skin against his, claws scratching ever so lightly – such good control he never left cuts – blunt human teeth biting and marking Stiles up, never with his fangs though, and the man's cock, holy shit, it was like that had been made specifically for Stiles, to be inside of Stiles.
"Fuck," Stiles groaned when Peter just picked him up, pinned him against the door.
Stiles wrapped his legs eagerly around Peter's waist, giving the wolf access. Peter's hands held onto Stiles' ass, guiding him until the lawyer's cock could push into him. The pace was punishing and harsh, nothing like the slow, torturous love-making Peter liked to do when he'd sprawl Stiles out on those stupid expensive sheets the lawyer had on his stupidly large bed, opening him up for an hour until Stiles was begging for his cock and then fucking him for hours. No, this needed to be fast and when it was fast, it was also hard, and Stiles liked it that way. The kind of sex they had during his lunch break when Peter 'happened' to be by the FBI head quarters for some case or information.
"Be a little gentler," Stiles hissed, nails digging into Peter's shoulders.
"Why?" Peter asked amused, biting down on Stiles' neck. "I love seeing you bounce on my cock and you're the one who always begs me to fuck you harder."
"Yeah," Stiles gasped, toes curling as Peter hit his prostate again and again. "When I won't have to sit on a fucking wooden bench in front of a judge in less than ten minutes, you asshole."
"I want to see you squirm," Peter purred, eyes flashing red at Stiles. "I need you on that stand, covered in my scent, mine, for every super in the courtroom to know."
"Fuck," Stiles snarled, throwing his head back and hitting the door a little too hard. "You really are such a possessive asshole, why the fuck do I love you."
The fucking stopped as both of them froze and stared at each other in surprise. Oh no. Stiles had fully not meant to say that aloud. Maybe not at all, definitely not right here and right now.
"Can we pretend I didn't say that?" Stiles groaned, covering his eyes with his arm. "This is so not how I imagined saying that for the first time. While you fuck me in a public toilet in the court house during your nephew's fucking trial."
Alpha-red eyes flashed at him and Peter tilted his head intrigued. "My, so you have imagined how you'd first say it then? How often? What was-"
Snarling, Stiles pressed a hand against Peter's mouth, his own eyes flashing turquoise in warning as the lightest electric shock went from his skin through Peter's, making the wolf growl. "Don't make fun of me. You can just pull out and get the fuck away right now if you-"
Peter nipped his hand and moved away enough to talk. "I didn't mean to make fun of you, darling. I am just delighted that you have been thinking about this before. Does it make you feel better if I tell you that I've been imagining how I'd say it to you for the first time? The plan was to take you out to dinner after I win the trial today and then tell you how madly in love with you I am and that I want to officially court you into becoming my mate and, if you are interested, my Emissary?"
Stiles stared doe-eyed at the Alpha. Holy shit. He grabbed Peter's face with both hands and pulled him into a hard, passionate kiss, trying to devour the werewolf whole. Though he may have left Beacon Hills to leave the supernatural drama behind, ever since this case, he'd felt himself drawn back in. Derek and Peter's overly worried pack kept looming close by and Stiles may or may not have started befriending the pack. After all, every time he ended up in Peter's bed, he also ended up sharing breakfast with the pack. Boyd's pancakes were amazing, Erica knew all the best gossip, Cora could be such a little shit to her uncle about the 'half his age twink' (rude but fair) Peter kept bringing home, Isaac was a bastard to boot and yet also a precious puppy at the same time, Laura was quick-witted and as the Right Hand never took any of Peter's nonsense. Without meaning to, Stiles had grown attached to the pack. He may be a Spark, but he had never considered being an Emissary before. But with the Hale Pack, with Peter, he could really imagine it.
"Can I take that as a yes, darling?" Peter asked, sounding unusually vulnerable.
It was impossible not to start laughing though, Stiles burying his face in Peter's neck. "I can't believe you're asking to court me while you're balls deep up by ass in a public toilet."
"I mean, it seems appropriate, since it's the place you chose to confess your undying love to me."
"I really do hate you," Stiles huffed, smacking Peter's chest. "And yes, that's a yes. Now continue fucking me, because if I am late to my first time on the stand for a case, I will make you sleep on the couch in your own damn house. Laura and Cora will help me enforce it."
Snorting, Peter lifted Stiles off his cock nearly all the way before bringing him down again and okay yeah, that was the good stuff. Peter's teeth dug into the soft flesh just above Stiles' collar. With a groan did Stiles scratch his nails over Peter's shoulders under the shirt, letting some sparks fly. Never anywhere close to being painful, just enough to jolt Peter in punishment for being a bastard. Peter always took the retaliation with a delighted sparkle in his eyes and he also had his own retaliation for Stiles, quick hard spankings, whenever Stiles was being a brat. They just got each other like that. Peter growled delighted and nipped at Stiles' jawline.
"Okay, hurry the fuck up," Stiles demanded, rolling his hips. "I need you to come, Peter. Fuck."
Another growl, this one darker, possessive. The pace picked up more, Peter's cock hitting his prostate until Stiles came untouched just from the stimulation and the high of everything that had transpired in this toilet stall. Short, sharp thrusts, only a couple more, and Peter came. The wolf held him by the waist while pulling out and then gently put Stiles down before pulling off the used condom to dispose of it in the trash can. Peter peppered Stiles' face with kisses while grabbing toilet paper to clean up Stiles some. Damn it all. Frowning, Stiles tried to straighten up.
"You're still an ass for this," Stiles pointed out.
"You opened my pants first. We could have just made out, darling."
"Yeah, that part is also your fault," Stiles argued, jabbing Peter's chest with a finger. "You are way too hot when you were lawyering all over that court room. I wanted to spread you out on that stupid table and ride you in front of the whole damn jury after you took Rafael apart."
He hated Scott's dad with a burning passion and to see Peter sink his metaphorical lawyer claws into the man in front of everyone had been the single hottest thing Stiles had ever seen. Laughing, Peter pressed a kiss to Stiles' temple, smoothing out his own clothes.
"You go ahead, darling," Peter offered, pulling him into one last kiss before opening the door. "I'll follow two minutes later. I promise I'll be nice to you on the stand."
"Please don't," Stiles grinned sharply. "It's weird when you're nice. And you know my tongue's as sharp as yours. I can hold my own, don't worry about that."
Stiles quickly freshened up with some water in his face, hoping it'd calm him down. He watched Peter through the mirror, how the man redid his own tie, Peter's eyes on Stiles' ass. Damn horn dog. Turning around, Stiles grabbed Peter by the tie and pulled him into one more kiss.
"Dinner tonight," Stiles declared against Peter's lips. "You're paying, since I'm generous enough to allow you to court me and show me how well you can provide for me, big, bad wolf."
Peter gave a pleased rumble at that, straightening Stiles' collar out a little. One finger gently traced one of the love bites he'd left behind that poked out from the collar. Stiles rolled his eyes at the possessive wolf. As long as this trial was going on, their relationship had to be a secret, but the Alpha could not resist hickeys and other marks, insisting that others needed to know Stiles was taken and off-limits, even if Peter couldn't have a public claim yet.
"Damn, you took forever in there, Stilinski," Stiles' partner commented when Stiles exited the bathroom. "Don't tell me you got first time jitters? I mean, I get it, dude, Hale is scary."
Stiles gave a shaky laugh that died down when they passed Derek on the bench. The beta glared deeply at Stiles, nostrils flaring as he could absolutely smell what Stiles had just been up to.
"Damn," Stiles' partner whispered. "The guy really hates you for getting him arrested."
"Ye—eah, yep, uhu," Stiles nodded awkwardly. "Totally hates me for arresting him."
Totally hated that Stiles was getting dicked down by Derek's uncle. Stiles offered Derek a shit-eating grin in passing, mouthing 'I'm gonna be your step-uncle, be nice to me' and he got to watch Derek turn a delightful shade of green just before Peter came to join his nephew.
~*~ The End ~*~
Author's note: I had two separate requests for this prompt combo buuut then this came to me in a vision and I had to write it. The angle of FBI agent and lawyer could work sooo good and be so much fun