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works/923466.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, Angst, Riding, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 2 of Revenge
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-12 Words: 828
****** He's soo gone ******
by Laugh_at_the_girl_who_loves_too_easily
Notes
     requested so yeah. May be more parts
“ Peter” Derek growled as he pinned him by the throat against the metal
elevator. “What are you doing?”

“Well my sweet sweet little nephew you fucked up ,sooo I fucked him” Peter
tried to chuckled even though his voice box was confined.
“Derek, get off of him, he is right you screwed up. I'm not yours anymore. I
apparently never was”
Stiles cried, tears flowing again as he pulled up his underwear and trousers.
“So you fuck the first guy you see? My psycho undead uncle” Derek spat,
Jennifer just watching from the doorway.
 
Peter noticed Stiles jaw clench and his hands turn to fists, he was going to
punch Derek and all that would do is break his hand,so Peter did the first
thing he could think of in the position he was in and he dug his claw into the
back of Derek's neck transferring some memories to distract him. The one that
was unintentionally transferred was painful for Derek.
 
He lay choking,drowning in his own blood. His nose was full of the smell of his
crispy burnt flesh, ash and earthy dirt. The pain was unbearable but the
thought of the inevitable death was worse. He had finally finished his mission
of revenge and with that he could rest easy yet he never wanted to die , he
just wanted a family. He could feel his power fading faster than he was. He
tried.
 
Peter threw his trousers on ,not caring about his underwear before he grabbed
the rest of his clothes shoving them under his arm then grabbing Stiles' hand
and dragging him gently away.
 
Jennifer ran to Derek who was curled up in a ball on the cold elevator floor.
 
 
Stiles sat at his desk unable to concentrate and get Derek out of his head.
 
“You are were too young to be broken, way to young to be lied to” Peter hushed
into Stiles' ear spinning the chair so he could wrap his arms around the boy's
body.
 
Stiles never expect to be with Peter again but he was there to comfort him
,even seeked him out to make sure he was alright. Maybe he just wanted sex, but
this man could get any man or woman he wanted, he did not need a barely 17 year
old boy who had just lost his virginity. He may be seeing what he wants to see
yet at this moment in time he did not care. Clothes were discarded in a flash
when Peter started nibbling along the boy's neck.
 
He straddled the man's hips pushing him down on the bed. Peter watched as
Stiles' hands wandered over his body, the boy looked so tiny and delicate
compared to him – but he wasn’t. Derek should have learnt that. A spicy scent
drifted up, Stiles had opened a vial filled with some kind of oil and used it
to coat his fingers before reaching between his own legs .Peter could not take
his eyes off of him. Then a slick finger pushed behind Stiles' balls, slid
further, barely breached his body, and his control shattered. His eyes closed,
he threw his head back and pushed his hips into the touch. He stretched himself
carefully and slowly teasing the man below him whose cock was twitching for
attention.
He keeps his hand on Stiles' rear, clutching, squeezing, spreading him wide so
that he can fill him with his cock right down to the root. Straddling his lap,
Stiles can find the right leverage to slide his whole length in and out of
himself with quick, hard snaps of his hips. The wet, greedy noises his ass
makes when he fuck himself on him like that makes him feel like a boy from one
of the porn clips he watches. Stiles groans , pant and grunt and moan at the
feel of impaling himself on his hot flesh. In this position, when he gets worn
out, he can settle all the way down on his dick, roll his hips and feel him
churning his insides. Just a little burn and a lot of awesome. Peter grips his
hips tightly, Stiles winced as the older man ran the pads of his fingers over
the cuts from earlier. Stiles is close Peter can feel it ,so is he, in an
instance he flips the boy onto his back and begins to thrust into him with
werewolf speed. The bed's creaking got worse and worse. Peter moaned Stiles'
name against his lips when he came inside him, Stiles come gathering between
them as he scratched into Peter's back ecstasy taking over him. He nuzzles his
face into his neck as both of their chests fall and rise, panting for air.
Until there was a loud crack and the bed collapsed with them both on it , Peter
crushed the boy for a moment before he rolled off of him, the both couldn’t
stop laughing. How would Stiles explain this to his dad? 
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