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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Peter_Hale
  Character:
      Chris_Argent, Peter_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Pre-Canon, Pining
  Series:
      Part 3 of Mating_Games_(2014)
  Collections:
      Mating_Games:_The_Teen_Wolf_Pornation_Weekly_Challenges_Revealed
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-22 Words: 750
****** Into Darkness ******
by accordingtomel
Summary
     Chris Argent learns that he’s part of a hunter family at the age of
     twelve, starts training at fifteen, and learns about the Hale family
     at age seventeen.
     However, it isn’t until his first day of senior year that he meets
     Peter Hale, all charm and confidence, strutting around like he owns
     the place.
     Chris hates him instantly.
Notes
     This was my entry for Week #4 of the Mating Games: Teen Wolf
     Pornathon on LJ.
     The theme was: Light vs Dark
See the end of the work for more notes
Chris Argent learns that he’s part of a hunter family at the age of twelve,
starts training at fifteen, and learns about the Hale family at age seventeen.
However, it isn’t until his first day of senior year that he meets Peter Hale,
all charm and confidence, strutting around like he owns the place.
Chris hates him instantly.
                                      ~*~
Peter slides into the seat beside Chris during Chemistry.
“I’m sure I would’ve remembered a face like yours. You must be new,” he drawls.
Chris scowls. “This seat’s already taken.”
“Oh?” Peter says, grin widening like the Cheshire cat. “I don’t see anyone else
here.”
“They’re running late.”
“Mmm, I’ll bet. Guess I’ll be on my way then.”
Peter grabs his books and moves to a spot somewhere behind Chris, but he still
feels Peter’s gaze all throughout class.
                                      ~*~
“Fancy meeting you here.”
Chris tries not to groan. “It’s the school cafeteria.”
Peter sits down across from him. “You’re never here. Avoiding someone?”
“Something like that...”
Peter smirks, starts eating his lunch like they’re friends.
                                      ~*~
“Your form’s all wrong.”
Chris turns around, basketball in hand, wiping the sweat from his brow. Peter.
Of course.
“Oh? You’re the expert?”
Peter grins, steps onto the basketball court. “Obviously. I’m not team captain
just for my good looks.”
Chris glares, ignores the way his traitorous heart skips a beat, and sets about
teaching him a lesson.
                                      ~*~
This is dangerous.
He’s from a hunter family, Peter’s a werewolf. They exist on opposing sides of
the same war. Nothing’s even happened, but it’s all Chris can think about
sometimes. Peter wants him too, that much is obvious.
Which is why Chris only feels mildly guilty as he wraps a hand around himself
at night, jerking off to the idea of Peter Hale sucking his dick, fucking him
until he screams. In the dark, he doesn’t have to live up to the expectations
of his family. In the dark he can have the things he dare not think about in
the light of day.
                                      ~*~
“You need to leave me alone.”
He’s got Peter cornered at his locker at the end of the day.
“Do I?”
Chris tries not to growl at the insouciant expression on Peter’s face. “Yes.”
“Funny, I could say the same about you.” Peter smiles, showing his teeth. “You
wanna know what I think?”
“No.”
Peter ignores him, stepping closer. “I think. That you want the opposite. I
think--” he reaches out, places a hand across Chris’ now racing heart. “--that
you want exactly what I do. But you’re scared.” Peter allows his nails to
elongate, trails them deliberately down Chris’ chest.
Chris’ whole body shudders, and he closes his eyes against the sudden wave of
arousal.
“I’m only the big bad wolf if you want me to be,” Peter says, pulling away.
                                      ~*~
It’s a stupid move. Chris knows that well before he even does it, which
probably speaks to how gone he is on Peter. He just wants to talk. It’s been a
week since the locker incident, and Chris is slowly losing his mind over it.
Peter has a basketball game that night, so Chris goes, knowing full well that
his presence won’t go unnoticed. Despite that, Peter doesn’t come out of the
locker room after the game. Chris waits, watching as each player leaves, with
no sign of him.
Finally, he just enters. In the distance he hears a shower running and follows
the sound straight to Peter. Who happens to be standing under the showerhead,
hand shamelessly wrapped around his dick, clearly waiting.
Chris knows he’s staring, but he can’t help it.
“I--I came to talk.”
Peter smirks, blatantly strokes his dick. “I can think of better uses for your
mouth right now.”
Chris groans, knows he’s half-hard already. “Fuck.”
“Later, darling. Don’t think either of us would last that long right now.”
And then Peter is on him, pulling at his clothes and kissing him like he’s
desperate for it. Chris reaches for Peter, hands scrambling to touch every inch
of him like he’s been dreaming of for months. Somehow his clothes end up on the
floor and Chris finds himself pressed up against the shower wall, legs wrapped
around Peter’s waist as Peter strokes them both. Chris shamelessly fucks into
Peter’s hand, moaning into his mouth. It doesn’t take much before Chris comes
with a groan, Peter tumbling over the edge almost immediately after.
There will be consequences for this later, Chris knows, but for now it’s
enough.
End Notes
     Not gonna lie, this is one of my favourite things I've ever written!
     Not only for MG, but in general. Writing a young, cocky Peter, in
     particular, was incredibly fun! I may or may not expand it into a
     much longer fic later, but we'll see.
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