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Peter hesitantly strolled to the easy chair opposite Stiles and took a seat. “I see you’re still a little mad.”
“You think?”
Leaning forward he clasped his hands together, fingers intertwining with one another. “To be fair, you know I am an asshole. You should have expected such things were not going to be ideal.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault that we slept together and you booked it out after like a bat out of hell?”
“Well…”
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Crossing his arms over his chest, Stiles zeroed his focus on Peter trying to read his mind as a so-called psychic would. “I know Cora terrifies you so probably nor her. Okay, I am running out of ideas. Who is your favorite?”
He was kind of hoping that he could continue to agitate the human a little longer but he was getting hungry and a shower was starting to win out over teasing the boy. With a knowing a smirk and reciprocated wink, “Jackson.”
The arms uncrossed and flailed in the air accompanied with a full body tremble, “what? Are you serious? Jackson?”
Contemplating his beverage, Peter polished off his drink and set the glass down once more. “Come on Pet. He’s a snarky asshole, charismatic, and dresses well. It’s kismet.” They do get along well fantastically when Peter doesn’t feel like murdering him.
“I,” mouth gaping like a fish out of water. Stiles appeared uncharacteristically speechless. “I am surprised and really? You guys are best buds? And really, I’m your third favorite?”
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Stiles is determined to be Peter's favorite while the wolf has a great time teasing him.
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He wasn’t opposed per se but one, a freaking high school reunion and two, does the boy not really have anyone else to ask?
“I mean,” his face was dejected as he answered. “Not really. My best friend Scott but he’s already going with this girlfriend. Maybe a couple of others but they would bitch the whole time. With you, you seem like you would have fun being petty and stuff. And there’s free food.”
He wasn’t totally wrong. He could be catty and play up the part of being a doting alpha. “Okay, say if I agree, what do I get in return?” Peter is not attending any gathering with a bunch of people half his age without some kind of reciprocity.
The eye roll was expected. “ I would like to say a fun evening out but I have a feeling that is not what you’re looking for. I’m almost afraid to ask.”
Clever boy. “Well, yes, I wouldn’t mind bending you over the sofa and having my way with you once more. However, you moaning like a porn star may disturb my nephew. But,” he reached over next to himself and grabbed the throw pillow. Tossing it on floor between his legs, Peter grinned. “I do have another idea.”
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Opening the front door to his dwelling, Peter breathed in his home’s scent to ground him. The house’s earthy aroma of pine and cedar infiltrated his nostrils as he clanked the keys in the bowl by the door. Shutting the door behind him and toeing off his shoes, his wolf’s hackles immediately rose as the fragrance of security and comfort began to intermingle with underlying scents of ozone, metal, and was that chocolate?
Taking more practiced steps towards the source, his claws elongated from his finger tips and his fangs protruded from his gum line. Approaching the kitchen where not only the origin was emitting from but a jackrabbit heartbeat was thumping to an unknown beat. Peter growled when he saw the strange figure sitting at his kitchen table like he owned the place. The young man who had wispy brown hair and a mole dotted face was drinking soda from a can and had his feet plopped up on an adjacent chair.
He almost seemed unperturbed by Peter’s presence due to his relaxed status in a werewolf’s home. Either he was naïve or just dumb. “I was wondering when you would finally get home.”
Just dumb it is.
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Stiles disconnected the line and stopped at the front entrance to the building. He gazed up to look at the windows that overlooked the area. He loved it here – he loved the home he had made with Peter. Regardless of his young age at the time, they had made it work. The two of them cohabited well together. His father hadn’t been totally on board with the plan at the time due to his age but Stiles was determined and stubborn. He knew what he wanted. And for the most part, it had worked out well. Yes, as with a lot of relationships, there was some turbulence and the age difference didn’t help.
And Stiles had issues that he had having trouble dealing with. He was tired of bringing Peter down with him especially when he spiraled. Stiles believed and still does that he did the right thing two years ago.
Since he arrived back, the wolf has been kind and seemingly is okay with how Stiles handled things.
Stiles on the other hand, doesn’t know if he can ever forgive himself for when he walked out that door.
*This fic isn't really complete. The last chapter is a chapter plus a summary of what was to be**
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I Don't Wanna Be Like You (I Wanna Be With You) by Takara_Phoenix
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19 Jan 2025
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The first time Peter caught Stiles' scent, he knew the omega was his True Mate.
In the parking garage, he finally corners his mate and gets Stiles to admit what he truly wanted.
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“I’ll pay you to stop going around with other werewolves.”
Stiles pushes Derek’s hand off of him, and Derek lets him. Stiles sits up. Derek sits up. They stare at one another. Stiles tries to laser through right to his dumb idiot fucking brain. “What did you just say?”
“I mean it,” he says, and of course he does, because he means everything he says, is not one for saying things he does not mean. “I’ll pay you whatever you want if you only sleep with me.”
“This is not Pretty fucking Woman,” Stiles barks at him, and now, for whatever reason, he’s insulted. “You can’t just –“
“Why not?” He demands.
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Checking the time on his watch, he realized he was a minute behind and hurried to grab his briefcase and headed quickly out of his apartment, locking up behind him. He took the stairs down to the ground floor, because the elevator took an eternity, and had just entered the lobby when his usual morning companion exited the lift.
He offered a smile, and raised his travel mug in greeting. The silent hello was returned with a head jerk and the raising of his own travel mug.
The two of them headed for the door together, his companion reaching it first and opening it, holding it open for him. Nodding a thanks, he exited the building and went to wait at the curb, the other man following suit a moment later.
They stood about two feet apart, sipping their coffees and saying nothing to one another.
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“Don’t worry, kitten,” he smiled widely at Stiles who now stood with his fingers touching his abused lips. Derek couldn’t wait to feel them wrap around his dick. “I’ll be home soon. Get yourself ready for me.”
The gold on Stiles’ ring finger shined in the streetlights as he nodded. He sucked on his bloody lip — god, Stiles would never realize how much of a tease he was — and folded his arms around himself.
He would wait, Derek knew it. Even if they convicted him or if it took years, Stiles would wait.
He would never lie with another. He would never let anyone close.
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You awake? Stiles sends.
Yeah, comes Derek’s reply within seconds. See you in 20.
Cocky fucking bastard. Stiles’ ex-boyfriend is a cocky fucking bastard. He bristles as his eyes scan the words, all too palpably smug, even in text. There is no good goddamn reason that it should have heat pooling in his stomach, his dick twitching with instant interest inside of his boxer shorts, his heart already doing stupid little somersaults at the mere thought of getting to see Derek, of getting to be near him.
Regardless. He’s still out of the apartment and huddled into the backseat of a cab within minutes.
Booty calling your ex-boyfriend might be a bad idea, but it's not like Stiles' heart can break any more than it has already, anyway.
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