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"What?" Peter asked to Stiles, the only other person in the room, as he was sitting in one of the step of the spiral staircase in Derek’s apartment.
"What?" Stiles replied, looking up his cellphone to see the man at the other side of the room, from his spot on the old sofa.
"What’s wrong?" The werewolf asked with apparently disinterest. "You hadn’t talked since the others left."
"And?" He replied again, letting his phone in his legs and hugging himself. "I thought you all prefer when I was quiet." He added with a light tone but the man could see how hurt he was for it.
The pack had been dealing with another pack who wanted to move into the territory. As if they didn’t have enough with the Alpha pack for the rest of their lifetime, now their city was under another threat for other wolves. Apparently Beacon Hills was the most wanted territory and the werewolf’s packs had lost all the notions of courtesy between them.
But, as always, they just put Stiles aside, only looking for him when they need information. Even Lydia was more involved in the pack’s dynamics via Allison and Jackson. The situation made Stiles miserable.
Peter could see how much the situation affect the boy. He had been watching over him since he came back to live. He had known Stiles was special even when he was out of his mind, consummated by his revenge’s wish. And, now, he could appreciate him sane and in all his senses. It was a delicacy and an honour.
"I like when you talk" He said after a moment. "You’re the only one with a brain in this town."
"Now you are being mean." Stiles answered without believed him.
Stiles trough a tired look to the older man. He was tied of beginning play and overestimate by the people around him., But he wouldn’t tolerate being mistreat by him.It would break his heart. Between Peter and he was a weird relationship. Maybe it was Stiles’ impression but the werewolf dedicated an especial attention to him and made him felt different.
"I am honest, my dear boy." He purred at the same time he got up and moved towards him. "You’re the only reason I haven’t left this pack and this town."
Stiles blushed at the words of the other and a sense of nervous and satisfaction ran over his body. He liked being his dear boy but he wouldn’t say it at loud. Under his eyes, he felt like a prey in front of a depredator. The only problem was that he was really in front of a big bad wolf and he really didn’t mind being eaten by him.
"What are you thinking, darling?" He growled while he took a sit next to Stiles.
"I’m think I am in love with you and I’m terrified" He admitted without thinking. He was to close to the other one that he could smell his lotion mixed with his own masculine aroma.
"You shouldn’t be afraid of me, my dear boy." He murmured. Stiles could almost taste his voice. "I would never hurt you" He promised. "You’re the only one I considered my equal in the past." Stiles shivers at the memory of their meeting in the parking lot. "And I’m still doing it."
They would have kissed if the pack hadn’t opened the door at that exacted moment. Immediately, both of them separated as quickly as they could as they were caught in fraganti to Peter embarrassment as he was distracted by his beloved boy that he didn’t listen or smelled the pack. But the pack weren’t blind or lack of smell sense, they could tell something sensual or sexual happened between them. For that reason, Scott and Derek let out an unhappy and aggressive groan.
Derek, being the alpha of the pack, let out a warning groan, informing Peter he should keep far of Stiles, and Scott, feeling responsible of Stiles’ security, let out his own groan. Peter answered with his own at the same time he got up and walked away, into his room, but, before closing the door behind him, he gave a Stiles a heated look. Stiles knew it was a promise that they would continue later. Maybe sooner that he expected.
Stiles had to contained his smile to avoid suspicion from the pack; specially from Scott who acted as mother hen over him as he hadn’t abandoned him before. He was alone anymore and he could count on Peter. He knew the werewolf wasn’t playing with him. The future has just turned a little bit brighter for the teenager.