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works/768378.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Anal_Sex, Forced_Relationship
  Series:
      Part 13 of Shadows_Of_The_Moon:_Full_Moon_Ficlets
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-20 Words: 341
****** A Play Of Shadows ******
by ladyoneill
Summary
     Reality is so different from the movement of shadows
Notes
     Written for the fullmoon_ficlet prompt "shadows" and the most graphic
     of the ficlets so far. There is actual sex here and poor Stiles being
     unhappy as usual.
The room is lit only by a few, scentless candles and the air-conditioning
making the flames flicker. The curtains are pulled, the light is dim. As the
bed squeaks and the headboard thumps against the wall, the occupants are hidden
by darkness, but their shadows throw what they're doing into stark revelation.
Stiles can't stop looking away from the wall lit by the candles where the
shadows move with hard, jerky motions.
A beast with two backs. He gets it now.
One man a top the other, both on their knees and hands, one arched back barely
above the other, hips joined.
They look like a monster. A distorted shape with too many arms and legs and
heads.
His bows, baring his neck.
The shadow makes no sound, but the occupants of the bed do. Stiles whimpers
softly, unable to hold them back as the other thrusts faster and faster.
Peter's growl is now one, long sound, that sends shivers through him. His hips
slap harder, making Stiles' ache. He watches the shadows.
The two shapes begin to separate, the one on top rising back, arms seeming to
lengthen to grip the others hips.
The angle changes. As pleasure now shivers up his spine, Stiles moans.
The shadows stutter to a stop.
Peter howls when he comes.
Stiles bites his lip until he bleeds and he spills across the bedding without a
touch.
The shadows separate, featureless forms that are smooth and clean.
As he sinks to his stomach, Stiles feels cum smear across his sweaty skin, his
heart pounding in his ears, his arms shaking from exertion. He feels dirty and
used and yet...good.
Peter falls beside him, wrapping them together again in needy arms and Stiles
lets him because there's no other choice. The mark on his neck, that aching
throbbing whenever they mate, whether or not Peter bites him there again, keeps
him in this bed and these arms.
He glances sideways and the shadow forms look like lovers embracing.
The reality is so much darker.
End
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