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    Derek sighs, frustrated, not yet willing to resign himself to his fate of an arranged relationship even though it’s seeming more and more inevitable.

    He forces the whole ordeal out of his mind and stares hard at his laptop, re-reading the same sentence over and over again, trying to stare it into submission, when a familiar scent distracts him, jolts him out of his pitiful attempt to focus.

    Through the heavy haze of rich coffee and warm cookies that fills the café he can smell that weed-tinged spice and fresh citrus, cool rain water and the slight hint of another werewolf. Vivid memories flash and fill his senses: the way that scent sweetened with mouth-watering arousal, the solid, steady thrum of a wildly quickened pulse, running his tongue over intricate tattoos, throaty mewls of pleasure punctuated with muttered curses and pleas not to stop, a firm, tight ass bouncing against his thighs.

    Stiles Stilinski.

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    12 Oct 2022

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    He’d guessed that if Derek wasn’t paying him for the sex, then he was obviously paying him for the conversation. So Stiles made it a point to talk and never stop. Stiles rambled and Derek sometimes listened. Stiles shouted about X-Men and porn in fancy restaurants, and Derek sometimes grunted in response. Every now and then, Derek would even look up from his phone and make eye contact and blink, which Stiles would always take as a positive and real acknowledgment to his existence.
     
    And they never had sex. Not ever. No matter how badly Stiles wanted them to, and he wanted them to, oh so badly.

    Stiles Stilinski has been Derek Hale’s sugar baby for the last three years, and just can’t understand why the man pays him so much damn money.

    Or the one where Danny is Miley Cyrus, Dylan Sprouse, Justin Beiber, and Kanye West all in one.

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    12 Oct 2022

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    “I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

    That was a bad word. Not found.

    Have.

    Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

    One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

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    23 Feb 2021

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    Stiles knew he was in trouble the minute his father sat next to him with *that* look on his face. But he didn't expect the words "Governor Hale's son" and "arranged marriage" to come spilling out of the Sheriff's mouth. But really, he should've known it would be bad. He just couldn't imagine anything worse.

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    30 Jan 2021

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    Stiles gets stuck on the man’s eyes; they are the strangest pale mix of grey, blue and hazel, the lights from the house making the silvers in his waistcoat reflect off them, colours dancing.

    They are almost glowing. His eyes are positively wild.

    The stranger’s intense gaze reminds Stiles of a thunder storm he’d once watched from the window of the kitchen at Beacon Manor, a myriad of shades bouncing in the sky, electric.

    Stiles is as fascinated now as he was then. He wouldn’t be able to look away if you gave him twenty gold bars to do so.

    Stiles notices, though the man is not wearing it, a silver and black mask is clutched in his broad hand.

    Stiles licks his lips involuntarily and he touches his own fingers to his cheeks to ensure his own mask is still in place. The stranger tracks the movement, gaze following Stiles’ fingers, before seeming to catch himself.

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    27 Jan 2021