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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Jordan_Parrish, Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Deputy_Haigh
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Fighting, Rescue, BAMF_Stiles, Creeper_Peter, Non-Pack
      Stiles, season_4
  Series:
      Part 2 of Peter's_Chosen
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-09 Words: 1939
****** Biding His Time ******
by ChelseasDeadSmile
Summary
     The more and more he watches Stiles, the more and more he wants to
     take his beautiful boy into a little alcove to show him the real
     meaning of passion.
Notes
     This is a continuation of Savage Lust, but it can be looked at as a
     stand alone as well. Also, like Savage Lust, Stiles is NOT part of
     the Hale or McCall Pack's.
It was, oh, three years ago when Peter first eyeballed Stiles Stilinski, and he
remembered the kid that he had been.  He had been so beautifully perfect that
Peter’s sexual frustration had reached his breaking point so he had, had to
leave to find someone who could take it until he was calmed down enough.
 Jungle had given him several willing participants - all who landed in unmarked
graves due to the severity of his lust for the teenager.
Stiles, now, was walking around outside, hands in his pockets, and headphones
blaring, what sounded like,  “How You Remind Me” by Nickelback.  He had to
admire the kid on his choice of music, but, no matter how much of an edge the
kid tried to put on himself over the years, he could smell the kid’s innocence
as clear as day, and, fuck, Peter just wanted to corrupt that body and mind of
his.
Sear into him the feelings of unlimited amounts of pleasure and pain until his
body stopped oozing innocence, but sex appeal.  Peter’s own lustful creation
that’d come to him only when he needed that sweet, sweet release that only
Peter would ever be good enough to give him.  His thoughts were, once more,
adrift in the feelings of lust for him, and now, Stiles was in perfect position
in order to take him.
None of the McCall Pack were the wiser as Peter had slipped out from their Pack
Movie Night, and followed his nose to the boy that was walking near Jungle.
 It’s like he had no self-preservation skills so he just wandered the streets
every night looking for something to do or trouble to get into; Peter wasn’t
idiotic enough to not notice that the kid sometimes had bruises on his form to
suggest he’d gotten into fights while he was roaming.
It’s rather amazing how the teen had been able to avoid Jennifer Blake, and her
dangerous Darach ways while roaming around in the night.  Which begs the
question, how did he always manage to escape the supernatural beings sights in
town  as he roamed around seemingly in different places at different times
(Peter always had his ears and eyes out on the look out for him)?
This teenager was a conundrum that Peter wanted to figure out as well as take
so savagely that the teen wouldn’t ever want to leave him - become a puppy
dependent on his Master’s every move.
It wouldn’t be until the night of Jordan Parrish being set on fire that he’d
get a glimpse into the Stiles behind the bored exterior.
It was a dark night, one of the darkest that Peter has ever witnessed, and,
once again, Stiles was roaming around town with no real need to let anyone know
where he was seeing as the Sheriff was busy at the station trying to figure out
what was going on with his town.  Ever since Scott had brought the Sheriff into
the Pack, it seemed the man barely had enough time to even say, “Hello” to his
son before heading back out the door, so, the teen was left to roam around the
night by himself.
His headphones were settled snugly against his ears blasting, “Buried Alive” by
Avenged Sevenfold while he followed a trail only Stiles could see.  His hands
were fit into his pockets, his head down, and lip syncing to the song currently
playing into his ears he looked up to cross the street, and then went back to
his former position.
The kid should be a trouble magnet, and yet, when he wants trouble, he goes
looking for it - not the other way around.  He was furiously fascinating that
Peter, no doubt, would be able to pull him into an alleyway, pull his pants
down, and have his way with him right there before Stiles even registered he’d
come by the werewolf’s cock, but Peter wasn’t into rape.  He was into peeling
the layers of a person’s sanity off one by one until they were nothing but a
subspace mess of arousal and pleasure who’d just beg for more even though their
body was too exhausted to go on.
That was Peter’s favorite kind of sex.
“Hey!” he heard Stiles yell out as he’s pulled from his daydreaming.  “Pray For
Plagues” by Bring Me The Horizon being clearly heard from the headphones that
had been perched on his head this whole time until they got to an abandoned
parking lot on the other side of the small town.  It seemed the Dead Pool had
even the Deputy’s at the Police Station interested in cashing in on the list -
even if it’s one of their own.
Just as “Down With the Sickness” by Disturbed came on, Stiles was bolting down
the sidewalk, skidding over the police car, and kicking Deputy Haigh in the rib
cage before taking a strong hold on the Deputy’s uniform just to repeatedly
punch him in the face.  Deputy Haigh, who had been momentarily shocked,
regained himself enough to kick Stiles off, and try running away but, making
Peter so proud of him, chased after him just to double kick him in the back,
somersault backwards, and then be on his feet once more.
“Come on! Afraid of a little teenager like me? What can I do if you kill me?”
Stiles challenged him as he got himself ready for an attack from Haigh.  “You
know, you’re right.  If I kill you, I get triple what I would have gotten for
him anyway” Haigh said taking on the challenge that the teen presented with
thinking of only money, and not waiting for another chance to get Parrish.
“Fool, he’ll kick your ass before you can even hope to knock him out” Peter
said to himself as he watched the fight from a nearby roof.  He could have
elected at that time to show himself with helping to get Deputy Parrish out of
the car, but, then again, this was Stiles’ fight - not his.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I, quite frankly, don’t care.
 You’re trying to kill a good person, and that, in my book, is a big fat Black
Mark asshole” Stiles said as he settled into a brawling position that he knew
Haigh was familiar with, and took Stiles to his weakest form of attack.  Peter
couldn’t help his snicker as he knew Stiles would now start playing with the
Deputy as the song, “Lose Control” by Evanescence came over the headphones
making Peter appreciate his Chosen even more than ever before as he let the
music wash over him, along with the scene of the fight.
Haigh decided to try and tackle Stiles out right, but Stiles just danced out of
the way while landing a slap onto the back of the Deputy’s head.  “That’s one”
Stiles said as he geared himself up for another rush from Haigh as he also made
sure to have enough distance between them in case Haigh tried for a cheap shot
that would have Stiles on his knees without needing a second blow.
Haigh, being ever predictable, tried for another tackle, but Stiles danced away
again while leaving a second slap on the Deputy’s head.  “That’s two, one more
and the game is mine” Stiles said in a sing-song voice as the Deputy seemed to
be getting pissed that he was being beaten by a teenager.
This time Haigh was all fists when he went to take down Stiles, so, Stiles let
the idiot get a shot to his defending arms before he, once more, danced to
behind Haigh just get a shot at his nose making him scream out from the sudden
pain.  “Okay, I’ll give you that one - I was a little too cocky there” Stiles
said as he wrinkled his nose a little to see if it was broken, but, thankfully,
it wasn’t.  He was just in time to block Haigh’s next shot, and deliver a solid
punch to the man’s gut as he knocked the fist aiming at his face again to the
side before Stiles’ right fist met Haigh’s stomach knocking the wind out of his
lungs.
Peter felt himself getting aroused just watching Stiles fighting the hefty
Deputy who just couldn’t seem to land another lucky punch on the teenager as he
seemed to only end up either eating asphalt or meeting a strong fist to his jaw
bone over and over again.  Peter couldn’t take it, his eyes went to electric
blue from calm blue, and he hastily undid the button and zipper of his jeans as
he took to a crouching position, wrapped his hand around his hardened cock, and
started stroking himself to the beautiful sounds of Stiles’ fists and legs
connecting to the Deputy’s body.
His beautiful boy was still just playing with the man, and the man wasn’t even
grasping that concept.  Stiles was so beautiful as he danced around the man
making it nearly impossible to land a punch on his form as he only seemed to
gain glancing blows rather than full ones, and it turned Peter on more.
Peter wanted to be able to cover those bruises with those of his own, suck the
bruises until they were black and aching in a sensual way rather than a violent
way.  He’d then turn the boy around, push him into a brick wall, pull his pants
down, and just wait for the pain to mostly ebb away so he can hear the keening,
screaming, and pleading for release from his rose colored lips as Peter took
him from behind leaving his hands printed onto those luscious hips of his.
He growled out a groan as he could feel himself getting close to his orgasm,
but he wanted to stave it off until Stiles was finished playing with the
Deputy, but Peter didn’t think he’d make it that far as Stiles tended to play
with his prey until he got bored with them.  “Please” Peter whimpered out
pathetically as he hoped Stiles wouldn’t play much longer as it was taking
every ounce of restraint from Peter to continue stroking himself, and to not
cum.  
“I’ve grown bored, and Parrish needs my help, so” Stiles decided as he grew
bored and tired of playing with the idiotic Deputy.  Stiles, gearing up for a
finishing move, put all of his strength into a punch aimed at Haigh’s temple in
order to shut the man’s light’s off, and, he was successful in doing so as he
backed away from Haigh’s unconscious form.  “Game all bearing Haigh, see me
again when you’re worthy” Stiles said to form before he went to take care of
Parrish.
Peter couldn’t hold it in, and the howl he let out signalled his release as his
canine’s came out with his release as it was so intense that his wolf wanted
nothing more to jump down, and do what they had planned before but he kept the
horny thing reigned in as Stiles had stopped walking to look around and see
what had made the howling noise.
“Soon” Peter promised as he waited for Stiles to go back to walking over to the
cruiser to help Deputy Parrish out of the predicament he was in.
Soon, Peter would have what he had been wanting for three years.  Soon, he’d
ravish the boy that had been making him sexual frustrated since he had awoken
from his coma, and, soon, Stiles Stilinski’s tough act would come down as Peter
turned into into a mess of pleasure and need.
He only needed to wait a little while longer.
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