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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Theo_Raeken/Stiles_Stilinski, Stiles_Stilinski/Malia_Tate
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Theo_Raeken
  Additional Tags:
      Sleep_Groping, Implied/Referenced_Cheating
  Series:
      Part 2 of Moles
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-08 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1139
****** Eyes of a Liar ******
by cactuscreature
Summary
     Season 5. Stiles falls asleep while keeping watch outside the animal
     clinic. His dreams start to blur with reality and he can't tell the
     difference between his guilty pleasure and his prime suspect. That
     was just the beginning of the nightmare who called himself Theo
     Raeken.
Notes

     Hopefully Part 1 of a set of shorts involving Theo and Stiles. Takes
     place after 'I Love You (#19)'. Chapter 1 is during e7s5.
     Sorry for the trash ship.
 
                The first time it had happened was when they were waiting
outside the animal clinic. Stiles' eyes grew tired as he searched the dark for
any sign of the person stealing bodies. He hadn't even remembered falling
asleep. He knew he had to be, there was no way what he was feeling could be
anything else.
                He could feel the scruff on Derek's jaw on his neck, the soft
suckling of his lips touched down on his nape, up to his ear, kissing softly.
He sighed, hips grinding forward when he felt pressure there. He gasped, hoping
he could indulge in this dream just a little longer.
                "Derek.." He whimpered when the pressure traveled up his
stomach, snaking under his shirt. His breath hitched when warm fingers swept
across his chest playing gently with his nipples. Stiles' head rolled back,
Adam’s apple exposed, as he waited for Derek to bite down. He felt his stomach
twist with uncomfortable pleasure when the memory of his neck being held in
Derek's jaws flashed across his mind. To his surprise no teeth came to bite
down on him. He thought he could hear Derek chuckle, but it sounded wrong and a
moment later he felt the return of lips on his neck.
                 The pressure on his crotch was back too. Something in him felt
uncomfortable and he hesitated, worried in his waken-dreaming state. He groaned
when he felt the warmness of a tongue on his neck and shivered, panicking. He
felt the strong urge to wake up, that something was off. Suddenly, everything
in his ears focused and heard a distinct voice say, "Who is Derek?"
                He jolted, eyes opening when he realized he wasn't dreaming. He
pushed the werewolf off him. A fleeting moment of fear, followed by disgust
filling in the pit of his stomach. He stared with wide eyes at the teen who was
sitting in the passenger seat.
                "Theo, what the hell?" He asked, anger clear in his tone.
                Theo blinked up at him with innocent eyes. Stiles hated those
eyes, he felt like they always lied to him. "I just wanted to help."
                "How can that possibly help me, huh?" He almost shouted, "What
were you doing?"
                "You looked stressed, so." He said, head dipped down. "Plus,
you had that." He pointed to Stiles' lap.
                Stiles ground his teeth together. His breath came out in
heaves, his face still flooded red. He huffed through his nostrils, refusing to
look and staring instead into Theo's eyes. They were half lidded, eyelashes
fluttering and Stiles almost gagged. He shifted uncomfortably and regretted it
immediately when he felt the hardness in his jeans pinch on his zipper.
                "It's ok, you know." Theo said, leaning back over towards him
and hovering a few inches away. "I don't mind helping you out."
                "No, really-" Stiles tried to say but gasped instead when
Theo's palm settled in between his legs.
                "I promise not to tell if you don't." Theo whispered, catching
their lips together. Something about it distracted him and Stiles let himself
get caught up in Theo's mouth. He felt Theo smile into his mouth and kiss him
with renewed vigor. He tried to keep up but drew back suddenly, coming to his
senses when Theo squeezed him in his palm.
                "Theo, we really can't- Malia-" He gasped.
                "That didn't seem to matter for Derek.." Theo said into his
neck.
                Stiles felt that uncomfortable pleasure burst inside him again,
he groaned, legs shaking slightly around Theo's hand. He tried to say
something, something about Derek being different. He tried to tell Theo that he
didn't know what he was talking about. He couldn't get the words out. All that
came out was subtle gasps and whimpers. Theo smiled again, dipping his head
into Stiles' lap.
                Stiles didn't even protest as Theo unzipped his jeans, just
leaned his head back and gripped him behind the ear. He let out a sigh when
Theo's lips closed around his head and shifted in his seat again. He moved his
other hand to the steering wheel, hanging on while Theo bobbed up and down. He
flexed his fist in Theo's hair, pulling hard then pushing him down and he
thrusted up with this hips.
                Theo allowed his mouth to be fucked rawly for a moment before
pulling off and jerking him off in his hand. "Why are you so rough?"
                "I don't trust you." he replied, back arching in his seat,
fingertips digging into Theo's neck.
                Theo smiled sickly, catching Stiles' lips in his and kissing
him roughly. Their teeth gnashed together and Theo caught Stiles' tongue
between his teeth painfully. Stiles' hips jutted in Theo's hand and he
squeezed, making Stiles break away. "Shit.." he said, wincing.
                Stiles laid back again, rolling his head against the headrest.
His mouth hung open as Theo pushed his shirt up, kissing lightly around his
nipples, biting and nipping the peaks. Stiles shivered again, starting to shake
all over. His breath was coming in as ragged gasps and his head was fogging up.
He barely made out Theo whispering something about secrets. He tried to hold
on, gripping tightly at the wheel.               
                "It's okay if you want to cum, Stiles." Theo said, apparently
basking in the pain on Stiles' face. Stiles let out a sort of angry noise and
whined. Determined, he held out. But only for a few more minutes. Theo had
moved his cock back into his mouth, sucking and scraping lightly with his
teeth.
                "That hurts.." Stiles said absently, trying to control his
hips.
                "You seem to like it." Theo replied when he pulled off with a
sickening wet pop. He pumped lazily for a moment, staring back up at him.
                "Fuck you." Stiles spat at him.
                "That's the plan." Theo muttered, dragging his mouth up and
down Stiles' dick and licking sloppily at the tip.
                Stiles whined again, hips jumping as he slipped over the edge,
unable to hold himself together anymore. He trembled as his dick slipped from
Theo's lips and cum spurted onto his face. Stiles felt a sick sense of victory
settle over him as Theo came up coughing and sputtering.
                "Serves you right." Stiles said when Theo turned to him
angrily.
                "That's still rude."
                "I honestly don't know what you were expecting from me."
                Theo squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed what was in his
mouth.
                "Gross." Stiles said, face wrinkling in disgust.
Theo just smiled again, catching Stiles' eyes with his own. Stiles shivered,
unsettled. He didn't say anything else, just zipped his fly and crossed his
arms. Leaning back in the driver’s seat, he stared back out into the darkness,
wondering absently if they'd missed anything. The settled into silence and
Stiles bit at his thumb uncertainly.
                He couldn't help the feeling he had just made a huge mistake.
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