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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Erica_Reyes/Stiles_Stilinski, Isaac_Lahey/Stiles_Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd/
      Stiles_Stilinski, Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale/Stiles
      Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Peter_Hale, Laura_Hale, Derek_Hale, Isaac_Lahey, Scott
      McCall, Vernon_Boyd, Erica_Reyes
  Additional Tags:
      Dream_Sex, Succubus, incubus, Knotting, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex,
      Exhibitionism, Orgy, explicit_talk_of_sex
  Series:
      Part 5 of Lost_Boys
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-07 Words: 2336
****** Dream a little Dream of Stiles ******
by DarkAthena_(seraphim_grace)
Summary
     Everyone at the pack house has woken up tired, except for Stiles (and
     Scott) and with Laura away Peter is determined to find out why.
Stiles woke up to a bed that had been empty for a week. Laura had come up with
a separation plan to see how long Stiles could go without a regular feed. So
Derek had been at a convention for the past four days. She had chosen the
convention for two reasons, one she wanted to go, and two she thought it would
be hilarious to bring her brother to Yaoi-con where he would be groped, fondled
and all out molested by fan-girls asking about his "costume" if she made him
wear Stiles' cat ears, or just humping his leg if he wolfed out. She said it
was to help control his rage.
So with Laura and Derek away Peter was in charge of the betas, and the adage
when the cat is away seemed eerily prophetic. Stiles was sure there was some
sort of method to his madness but yesterday he had had all four of them trying
to catch paper butterflies over a fan with chopsticks. Stiles had managed to
get out of it only by virtue of genuinely having a lot of homework to do and
how he was supposed to be saving his energy.
But he wasn't hungry.
He was jerking off on average four times a day, sometimes more, but he wasn't
hungry.
Well, Peter was an excellent chef and Stiles ate like the rest of the betas,
devouring everything in sight, but he wasn't hungry. Which was odd, because
when Derek was here it was at least once every two days if not more. So by the
time Stiles had washed, dressed, cursed Peter out for throwing away yet more of
his clothes, the other betas had already finished with their early morning
training regimes and were sat around having breakfast.
Isaac, Erica and Boyd looked like Peter had put them through the wringer, Peter
didn't look too much better himself, but Scott, on the other hand, looked full
of the joys of spring.
"Wow," Stiles said, pulling himself unto one of the kitchen stools and getting
himself a plate. "You all look like shit."
Erica groaned into her plate of eggs.
Isaac spoke up. "I had the weirdest dream last night," he said, "it was like I
hadn't slept at all." He glared at Stiles, "and you were in it."
"Really?" Stiles asked, he never remembered his dreams. "What was it about?"
Erica, Isaac and Boyd blushed and paid a lot more attention to their breakfast
whilst Peter just looked amused and Scott was bewildered. "Oh, god," Erica
said, "you too?" She looked at the other two, "I am not staying over again, I
don't care how early training starts, Peter, I'm staying at home." Then she
sort of flopped down on the counter next to her plate.
"I don't know," Peter said, leering at Stiles, "I quite enjoyed the dreams
myself."
"Dude," Isaac protested, "just no!"
"I stayed here and I didn't dream at all." Scott said, liberating Erica's plate
of eggs so that he could finish them without asking.
"In fact," Peter continued completely ignoring Erica, flopped out on the
counter, Isaac's look of open mouthed- still full of egg -horror and Boyd's,
well Boyd just looked tired and was probably meditating or something because he
was completely expressionless, "I think we should individually tell our dreams
and compare notes."
Now it was more than just Isaac who was horrified, all of them, Boyd included
looked horrified.
"It's pack bonding, there should be no secrets between pack." He said. "And
there should definitely be no awkwardness between you and Stiles over what your
subconscious mind threw up, they're just dreams after all. I'll go first."
Erica dropped unto the counter with a thump as her forehead hit it and Scott,
taking the empty plates said, "I didn't have any dreams, I'm out of here and I
would much rather study organic chemistry in Greek than be part of this
conversation, bye." And leaving the plates in the sink he vanished with what
was clearly lycanthropic speed as Erica shouted how much she hated him into the
counter.
"No, no no," Boyd said, "you're twisted," he continued, "Peter you can go
LAST." He emphasised the word, "and Laura wouldn't make us do this."
"Laura is at a convention having girls dressed as Sailor Moon drape over Derek
because it makes him uncomfortable and she can put the photos on the internet."
Peter said, "and she left me in charge. Boyd, you start."
Isaac looked horrified and it was hard to tell what Erica's face was doing
because her head genuinely looked like someone had placed a wig on the counter,
but there was a groan, it was muffled by her arms, but it was definitely a
groan.
"Right," Boyd said, and then drained his orange juice in a single swallow. "For
the record I want to say I am totally against this, and I'm only doing it
because my Alpha Proxy made me."
"Amen," Stiles and Isaac said holding up their glasses, Erica raised one of her
hands from around her head and muttered something that was probably assent.
"okay so it was dark, and I was in the woods." Boyd began.
"Because that's unusual for a werewolf." Isaac snarked pouring himself a coffee
from the carafe on the counter.
"As I was saying," Boyd continued like he had never been interrupted, "it was
snowing, and I had been hunting, I had a deer or a sheep or a goat maybe,
definitely a big dead thing, on my back." The others seemed perfectly normal at
this even if Stiles did think it was a bit odd. "And there was a cabin in the
woods."
"Did it have demons?" Isaac asked, "it's not a cabin in the woods unless it's
got demons."
"And that's why that movie sucked," Erica mumbled into her arms.
"This is a safe place, Boyd," Peter said using the exact same tone of voice and
wording he used when he gave high school juniors their sex ed lessons. As
horrifying as that had been the only other teacher qualified had been Finstock
so Yay Creepy Mr Hale talking about condoms and how for years it had been
boiled sheep's intestine that they tied together with a ribbon and washed out
when you were done so you should know how lucky you are. Beacon Hills had a
long history of a low STD rate and teen pregnancy - everyone was convinced it
was because their kids were intelligent, but really it was the fear of sex that
Peter drilled into them. He told them that if any of them ever turned up with
herpes or crabs he would know and that had been threat enough. "No one is going
to judge you here." And if Peter's voice cracked at that no one said anything,
especially not Erica who was still face first on the counter.
"So," Boyd said, "I was carrying my kill back to the cabin, and there was a
fire, in the fireplace," he qualified, "and Stiles was there but he was a
girl." Stiles raised an eyebrow but said nothing, he was too mortified by the
whole conversation to even snark much. "Sorry, dude," Boyd continued, "I don't
like dudes that way, if I want to play with a dick I've got my own, yanno."
"And isn't that a lovely image." Peter leered with an eyebrow waggle that was
entirely for show as Stiles mumbled no offence.
"So," Boyd continued, "Stiles was a girl and he, she, was wearing this old
fashioned dress and had a really long braid, yanno, like down to his knees, and
when she saw that I had brought her the kill she smiled. There was a table and
she sat on it, with her feet on this bench, and she was wearing boots, but she
hitched up her skirt to show me. She wasn't wearing panties, and she had this
dark hair, and she licked her fingers and started fingering herself, so I could
see. She was rewarding me for the kill." He stopped, licking his lips like
there was a phantom taste there, "and there was blood around my mouth and she
kissed it away. Even though I fucked her I felt like she was fucking me, like
there was more to it than just sex, although I was the one pinning her to the
table, and I was the one standing over her, you know, and it was intense, it
was way better than real sex."
Erica roused at that with a hurt "oy!" sound.
"Interesting." Peter said resting his hand against his chin, with his finger
against his mouth, in a way he thought made him look distinguished but really
just made him look like a pedophile at a kindergarten, unwelcome and highly
inappropriate. "Isaac, do you want to tell us about your dream?"
"No," Isaac said bluntly, then looked around and gave a sigh, clearly deciding
that solidarity with Boyd was the better part of valour. "It was a just a
dream," he added as a qualifier. "It wasn't even as detailed as Boyd's I don't
dream like that." Peter just looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "I was
in Harris' class and I had gotten an A, and Stiles was bent over the desk with
his pants around his ankles, and we were fucking, okay."
"and?" Erica said turning her head in her arms. "Face up, back to front, with
his legs up around his ears, what?"
"And this would be what attracts your attention?" Stiles asked, "why am I
unsurprised?"
"god is in the details, Stiles, you know that." Peter said, tapping his finger
against the side of his mouth.
"No, god is in the comments and kudos you get for your badly written werewolf
porn that you pass off as being fanfic of Laura's novels."
Erica just grinned at him. "Oh, baby," she said, "it's not like Laura's not
writing them too." And that didn't surprise Stiles one bit. "and Boyd." Boyd's
grin was sharklike across the counter. "He has more followers than the two of
us put together." Boyd nodded gleefully. "And he only writes Het."
"Unpopular pairing," he said, "I write Succubus!Evan, not Incubus!Evan, the
feminists LOOOOOOVE me."
"You just write hotter sex." Peter said, lifting his coffee. "Of course I am a
BNF, CryptOrchid at your service."
"Bastard," Erica said and shoved her head back under her arms.
"Does everyone except me write fanfic for the novel that Laura wrote about me?"
Stiles crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
"Nah," Erica mumbled, "Isaac does fanart."
"It's not fanart," Isaac said, "when the author herself asks me to help
illustrate scenes, she says she's going to pay for me to go to Art School so I
can do more."
Erica patted him on the arm and said, "when it's two characters fucking, it's
fanart, so," she beamed around the room, "my turn." Peter set his coffee down
and leaned back against the kitchen sink. "There was a tower, or a room, it was
old, and there were people everywhere having sex, and they were doing it to
please me, because I wanted to watch, because it amused me, and it did, and
Stiles had his head between my legs and he was licking, he was pleasing me
because I wanted to be pleased, he was touching me because everything was to
please me, and it was so good," she was practically purring, "it's how I
imagine that the fae day party Lydia threw was like, you know the one we
weren't allowed to go to."
Peter chuckled. "You don't have the control for La Siosiain yet, I know you're
getting better and it wasn't a full moon, but seriously, it's always
embarrassing when you take young werewolves to an orgy." He said with a smile,
"someone pees in the pot plants, there's someone humping the chair. You know
that film that Laura made you watch, with the Ha-wee-wee." Isaac snorted a
laugh into his hand, "it's like that, you're destructive and it's just
embarrassing, and Lydia would have you followed by housekeeping and then
there's someone sniffing people, and the licking, dear god the licking. Maybe
next year, or the one after that." He rolled his eyes, "we've all been there,
Derek's first bacchanal was..." he sucked his breath in through his teeth, "no,
he needs to tell you about that himself." He chuckled to himself, "and get
Laura to show you the photos."
"So," he continued, his voice silky smooth and generally creepy, "my dream. I
was chasing Stiles through the forest, and he was laughing, shedding clothes as
he went, he was wearing this ridiculous red hood, velvet, it gave off fluff
like blood spatters when I caught it in my claws, and he tripped, ass up, and I
mounted him, rutting into him, and knotted him."
"Hang on," Erica said, "you all told us that wasn't a thing."
Peter smirked. "Sort of, only male alphas can knot, and then sporadically." His
grin was a knife edge, "doesn't mean we can't dream now, does it, but it
stuffed him full and he was crying, and dribbling and begging for more as he
twisted around to kiss me."
"So," Stiles said, trying to redeem whatever remained of the dignity in the
kitchen, "the only thing these dreams had in common is you all dreamt of having
sex with me."
"And your mouth." Erica added. "And we're all wasted this morning, like someone
unplugged us in the night." The boys agreed with that.
"Except him," Boyd cocked his thumb at Stiles who shrugged.
Peter tilted his head for a moment and then burst out laughing, before pulling
his phone from the back pocket of his pants. "looks like we might have to call
Laura home early," he gave Stiles a rather lewd leer, "because someone appears
to be able to feed in dreams now."
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