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Let it be known that this isn't how Peter had wanted to spend his weekend. He'd popped into the grocery store late Friday night for the basics bread, milk and cheese when he'd decided he wanted to make Lasagne the following night. He'd only made it twenty feet into the store before he'd turned back for a basket. That was obviously a mistake as when he'd turned around he'd been grabbed from behind and knocked him out.
So here is chained to a concrete support pillar too weak with some drug slowly filtering out of his system too slowly to break free with a group of blatantly inexperienced half-wit hunters with two handguns between the Eight of them awaiting death.
How Pitiful.
As the hunters argued over who would get to kill him he heard a familiar heartbeat making it's way towards the warehouse. At first he dismissed it as wishful but then he caught an equally familiar scent, old books, adhd medications and Lightning.
Stiles.
He barely had time to consider what that meant when he staggered in like a drunkard. The hunters leapt into what could be called a defensive position if they had half a clue what they were doing. The two with guns took the front as they froze in their positions; they clearly don't know what to do with a human let alone a "drunk" (he'd believed it when he could at least smell a hint of alcohol) as Stiles continues to stagger forwards he slurs something completely incomprehensible. When he get a little closer the braver of the pair starts yelling for him to "Get the fuck out of here." and when he doesn't get a response he marches forward waving his gun about and yelling.
That was his mistake, once he got in range of him Stiles struck. Twisting his gun out of his hand and using him as a human shield when the other gunman startles and attempts to shoot at him. Stiles takes him out first with the gun he'd stolen, a simple headshot. Ohh how it arouses him to see Stiles like. Then he dropped the corpse and the gun he's holding and took out a pair of very nice daggers. Up close and personal, this just keeps getting better and better. The others throw themselves at him in an attempt to avenge the others.
The first two go down with slashed throats. The next third and fourth were gutted. The fifth tries to escape but Stiles throws a dagger which is quickly embedded in the man's skull. Unfortunately that distinction was enough for the sixth to get behind him with some sort of flexible wire in an attempt to garrotte him. For a second he thought that might be it. Then Stiles brought the other dagger down into the man's thigh and while it wasn't enough to get the man to let go he did loosen his hold enough for Stiles to turn and sink his teeth into the man's jugular. Oh Stiles, Peter would have cum right there and then if he hadn't really liked the incredibly expensive pants he's wearing. The man drops and Stiles takes a moment to rub at neck and spit out whatever of the man was left in his mouth before turning to him.
"Stiles." Peter purrs. " What a pleasant surprise."
"Yeah, well don't let it go to your head Cree-" He pauses, taking note of his obvious erection. "Really?"
"What can I say? You always were my favourite Stiles." He leered.
"Yeah, right." Sounding flippant as can be while starting to unchain him and he would have believed it if it weren't for the arousal growing into his scent. Once he was unchained he was surprised with the ease he got to his feet. Surprised with how much strength he had as he hadn't he felt it a moment ago but then he noticed the increased scent of lightning Stiles. "I'm truly trying not to let it go to my head but you can only do so much for a man before he starts to feel special." He said with a smirk.
Stiles startled for a moment before pushing him against the pillar looking rather exasperated. Peter for a second thought he'd gone too far somehow when Stiles suddenly dropped to his knees, getting out his cock and taking him into his mouth with great enthusiasm and a surprising amount of talent. It wasn't long before he was literally howling his release, unable to stop from shifting into beta shifts, Stiles drinking down his spent with shocking ease. Then as if nothing had happened Stiles tucked his cock back and hauled him to his jeep.
Fascinating.