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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Trigger_Warning!!!, Alternate_Universe_-_Dark, Alpha_Peter_Hale,
      Kidnapped_Stiles, Stockholm_Syndrome, OOC_Sheriff, Bad_Dad_Sheriff,
      dead!Scott, Dead!Jackson, Knotting, Oral_Knotting, Wall_Sex,
      Abusive!Peter, Childhood_Trauma, Post_Hale_Fire, Revenge
  Series:
      Part 1 of Stockholm_Would_Have_A_Field_Day_With_This...
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-02 Words: 5860
****** Stiles Can Never Win... ******
by kestra_troi
Summary
     So in this AU Stiles has been kidnapped and mated by Alpha-Peter.
     This is just one more awful thing to happen to Stiles in a string of
     traumatic events: his best friend Scott died, his mother died, his
     father blamed him for it, he’s bullied and beaten, he gets taken by a
     blood-covered Peter who then makes Stiles watch him murder the
     Argents. All the Argents...They then live in mated bliss in a cabin
     in the mountains somewhere, totally cut off from the rest of the
     world.
     Stiles learns to accept his new reality and the love of his violent
     captor/mate. (Stockholm syndrome like nobody’s business...) And he
     often muses about his life up til and following his abduction.
Notes
     So this was inspired by a story called Clever Boy by
     TriggerTinks...It is all their fault, except not. Its all me, I know
     this...I like seeing Stiles suffer, I like him getting knotted, and I
     like him wanting babies...what can I say?
     TRIGGER WARNINGS no joke...Abuse, mentions of rape (though Stiles
     reframes them in his head to cope), mentions of bullying, and lose.
  This work was inspired by
      Clever_Boy by abluemountainashtardis
                            When_Is_Enough,_Enough?
 
Stiles found himself alone in the bedroom. Peter had just hit him, slapped him
hard across the face a few times. Stiles had been on the phone with his father.
His dad kept saying that he was coming for Stiles, that he was going to save
Stiles, take Stiles away from Peter, lock Peter up, put Peter on death row.
Understandably Peter got upset. Peter knocked the phone out of Stiles’ hand and
began slapping Stiles, yelling at him for listening to his father, for not
defending him well enough, for wanting to go away, to leave Peter all alone. 
Stiles felt the bruises across his face and looked at the phone on the floor. I
deserved it…he thought…I should have hung up the phone the instant Dad stated
saying those things. I should’ve listened to Peter…He was right…Dad is just
trying to break us up…saying all those things…why doesn’t he understand…Peter
took me away because he loves me! He hits me because I deserve it…I mess up a
lot, I need guidance…I love him!…Why can’t Dad see that?
Stiles decided then and there that he wouldn’t talk to his father again. If he
can’t accept my boyfriend, then he doesn’t accept me…he says he isn’t giving
up…that he’ll find me and take me away from Peter…why does he have to say
things like that? He knows Peter listens to our calls…he knows how much Peter
loves me…how much I love him…He knows how possessive Peter is… why does he have
to make Peter angry?...why is he trying to rescue me? I’m happy where I am…here
with Peter. Why doesn’t he understand that?!
After calming down Peter returned to their bedroom and caressed Stiles’ face
gently examining the bruises he had just put there. "I’m sorry, Stiles. I’m
sorry I hit you. Please forgive me..."
"You know I do. You were angry…I understand…you didn’t mean it…its my Dad’s
fault…"
"Its just I can’t live without you. I won’t. I can’t even bear the thought of
not having you in my life. You’re my everything, Stiles! I love you. If I
hadn’t met you I would’ve never recovered from the fire. Without you I would’ve
never been strong enough to kill the ones who killed my family. It was my love
for you that got me through the pain. You’re love healed me. When I was healed
I had to have you…To take you away from all the pain in your life, all the
loss…Why doesn’t he understand? Why is he trying to take you away from me? Why
does he make me hurt you?"
Stiles winced at Peter’s touch, but didn’t flinch away from it, he’ll make it
better soon, he always does, once he’s calmed down… "I don’t know…I’ve told him
over and over that I love you, that I want to be with you, but he doesn’t
understand…I don’t want him to take me away. I wanna stay here with you! You
love me better than he ever did! You take care of me. You don’t hate me…you
don’t blame me for things I didn’t do…" Stiles began to cry. His dad had upset
him for the last time. "I don’t want to talk to him anymore! I don’t want him
in my life anymore!"
Peter moved in closer to his lover and took Stiles’ face in his hands. "Then
you don’t have to. It’s just me and you, Stiles. Always."
"Promise?" Stiles asked quietly as his tears ran down his face.
"Promise." The veins in Peter’s hands turned black and Stiles face ceased to
swell or to hurt. He’s so good to me…taking care of me like this…and Dad would
take me away…take this away…? Why?
                                       *
Stiles was sixteen when Peter took him away. Away from Beacon Hills and his
father and his school and his old life. Away from the pain and the loss. He
keeps me safe…he loves me…if it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t be here alive
today…he saved me…
Stiles had been beaten up at school for as long as he could remember. The other
kids mistreated him because he was gay. Bullied him, slammed him into lockers,
pushed him, kicked him, anything and everything. And no one did anything about
it…until Peter…Peter helped me…he promised to kill anyone who hurt me and he
did…that’s why we had to leave Beacon Hills…Peter killed for me…he loves me! He
holds me when I hurt…takes my pain away…kisses me...tells me how much he loves
me…
Stiles had at first been afraid of Peter, afraid of the power in Peter, as a
werewolf. When Peter came to Stiles covered in Jackson’s blood, Stiles had
tried to run away from him. I was frightened is all…I know now Peter would
never hurt me like that…but back then I was scared…before then I had never
actually witnessed the wolf-Peter…Stiles mind wandered down memory lane.I was
volunteering at the hospital like me and Scott always used to do while our moms
worked…I had sat down next to a burn victim who was almost beyond all hope of
recovery…the doctors said it was a miracle he was still alive…somehow still
able to function…they couldn’t explain it…I sat down and talked to him told him
all my troubles…Peter didn’t speak then…couldn’t have…the doctors said he was
in a catatonia, and would probably never come out of it…they told me not to
waste my time talking to the guy…he couldn’t answer…he would never recover they
said…they were wrong…All those days I came in, week after week, month after
month, interacting with him talking with him, watching him slowly heal until he
was more man than burns…
Stiles had heard the same story from Peter’s perspective countless times over
the course of the year: "You would sit down next to me and talk…and talk…I
thought you were so pretty even then. With your perfect pale skin, and your
lips, and your eyes. So beautiful. I knew then you would be mine. I knew I
would kill all those people who hurt you. Made you feel unwanted. You were
meant for me Stiles, you made me whole again…gave me a purpose. You made me
want to get better…"
Stiles at first tried to fight Peter, he didn’t understand the depths of
Peter’s strength or determination. Peter not only killed Jackson, but he also
killed the Argents, all of them, the entire family. Peter took Stiles with him
when he slaughtered them. They thought they could take him…just one wolf…but
Peter was smarter than them… stronger…he kissed me with their blood on his
lips…I pushed him away…tried to…but he knew better…he grabbed me and held me,
kissed me savagely…bit my lips until I bled too…until I gave in to him…that
first time…that first of many times…He bit me, scratched me, hurt me all over
that night…he had to…I was so stubborn, defiant…but Peter knew what I
needed…and when he finally pushed inside…I let him, I stopped fighting…why
wouldn’t I?... he was so strong, so powerful, so handsome…and he wanted me…He.
Wanted. Me…no one else ever wanted me…
Stiles often thought about that night and when looking back he realized Peter
loved him even then. He had said so…"they were going to take me away from you
Stiles…they kept trying to kill me…to put me down, but I wouldn’t let
them…you’ll never lose me Stiles…never…you lost your mother, you lost Scott,
you even lost your father, but you will never lose me…I love you Stiles…I’m
going to take care of you…from now on…"
Stiles had cried that night more from Peter’s words than from…what he was
doing…to me, more scared of the intensity and depths of his love than anything
else. Looking back…he did the right thing…I was so alone then…sad…unwanted…if
he hadn’t taken me out of that life, all that pain…I would’ve gone
insane…Stiles smirked at the thought…insane…that’s what I called him that
night…that’s what I used to think of Peter when he first took me away…I was
wrong…he’s not insane…he’s suffered so much because of the fire and having to
kill Laura and what the Argents did to Derek…he was right to kill them…
Stiles looked up at hisPeter, the man he loved, as Peter slowly entered him.
Its been almost a year since that first time…I can’t imagine him not in me…not
in my life…Stiles raised up to kiss Peter as his legs wrapped around him
tighter. Peter pushed them back down as he bottomed out in his boy and
whispered in Stiles’ ear, "I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me
Stiles…" Stiles shuddered, shut his eyes because he knew Peter could do as he
threatened, as he promises…He knew Peter wasn’t lying as he continued, "Anyone,
Stiles! Even your father…if he comes for you…I’ll end him…rip him apart in
front of you…make you watch…fuck you over his corpse…"
Stiles opened his eyes and wrapped his arms around Peter’s body bringing him
closer, as close as possible…I need him closer…Peter began biting Stiles’ neck,
with his human teeth. They had both agreed that Stiles needed to stay human.
Stiles ran his hands through Peter’s recently cut hair. I liked it better
long...Stiles pulled at Peter’s hair wanting to see his face and after making
the bruises on Stiles’ neck darker red, Peter complied and raised his head to
look at Stiles.
Stiles looked into Peter’s beautiful blue eyes, and as he gazed back into those
eyes Stiles whispered, "I love you Peter. I don’t want to leave…if he comes for
me…I don’t need him…I don’t want him…All I want is you Peter…You…Ooooh, Peter!
Fuck! FUCK!"
Peter lost it listening to Stiles giving me permission to kill his own father,
if I have to…God I LOVE this boy…"My sweet Stiles…you are so beautiful…fuck!
FUCK! FUUUCCKKK!!"
                                       *
Peter fucked Stiles until Stiles came all over himself. Peter came soon after,
knotting his boy. As his load continued to pump inside Stiles, Peter collapsed
on top of the boy who in response tightened his limbs around his Peter pulling
him as close as possible. He loves me…he loves me so much he can’t not knot
inside me…him deep inside me…forever…
"I love you Peter." Stiles whispered rubbing his mouth against Peter’s scalp.
Peters kissed Stiles’ shoulder and Stiles could just barely make out what he
said, "I love you Stiles."
Peter stayed inside Stiles as long as he could, knowing my boy likes me being
inside him…showing him my love… But Peter’s cock eventually deflated leaving
Stiles’ hole, but Peter stayed on top of Stiles, until Stiles begrudgingly
unwrapped his legs and arms. Peter laid down next to Stiles, and wrapped his
arms around his boy who turned on his side so they could spoon. Tears welled up
in Stiles eyes and slid down his face.
"What’s wrong Stiles?"
"Nothing."
"Stiles…" Peter used that tone of voice that sounded both like a command and a
threat all at the same time.
"I’m sorry I know I shouldn’t lie, I just don’t know…why…"
"Shhhhh…" Peter cooed. "Shhhhhh, Stiles, its alright. He was your father. Its
right to grieve him."
"I don’t want to…He never loved me…I hated him…why should I care…?" They
continued to speak as if Peter had already killed Sheriff Stilinski.
"Despite everything, he was your father. No matter how much he may have hurt
you emotionally. Even though you know he shouldn’t be…doesn’t deserve to be in
your life…there will be always be that dream of what might have been..."
"He never loved me…even before my mom died…he never really loved me…he never
wanted me…" Peter had a momentary pause before reassuring his mate.
"I want you Stiles. I always will. You were made for me. So perfect, so
beautiful…I promise…I promise I won’t hit you anymore…I promise." Peter,
kissing Stiles’ neck kept reaffirming his promise to stop the abuse, but Stiles
knew better. He’s been making that same promise for months…he will hit me
again…and I’ll deserve it…and he’ll take away the pain…and he’ll fuck me…he’ll
tell me he loves me...and we’ll start the whole thing over again… Stiles
twisted his head so he could kiss Peter on the lips, want his tongue…want to
taste him…taste his promises… when Stiles pulled away to rest his head on his
pillow he said almost inaudibly, "I know Peter. I trust you… I love you."  
                                       *
It had taken half a year of Peter’s constant abuse and love to break Stiles
down: to get him to give up on being rescued or then of Peter ending the abuse.
Stiles had resolved himself to stay in the beginning as he was scared of what
Peter would do to get him back. I accepted Jackson’s death, he was an ass, he
hurt me…he didn’t deserve to die like that, but …Stiles stopped himself…And no
one else should die because of me…Stiles knew and Peter often told him that if
anyone or anything came between him and his mate, mate meaning me… then
violence would be the response. The only response he knows…Over time Stiles
came to understand that he couldn’t leave Peter but for entirely different
reasons…he needs me…he’d fall apart without me…I keep him together…if he hits
me he won’t hit anyone else…won’t hurt anyone else…I’m like a hero…just doing
my part to help make the world a better place…
It was nearly six months into having no contact with anyone or anything except
Peter, when Stiles realized that he had really, and truly, and fully fallen in
love with his captor/protector. In the past Stiles had held a secret attraction
to Peter ever since he saw the man recovering in the burn ward. I mean he was
burned and all that…but even then there was something about him…a glint in his
eyes…especially after…that Laura thing…Stiles hadn’t known Laura, but the idea
that Peter could kill his own niece was still upsetting, so he chose to not
think of it. He did what he had to…he wasn’t himself…that was all his
wolf…instinct…Peter is different…Over their year alone together Stiles had
grown to appreciate Peter’s snark, his capacity to be loving and gentle when he
wants to be,his quietness, his stillness even after being totally healed for
months, Peter still spends most of his time sitting staring off into space…in
his own head…
It was about this same time that Stiles admitted to himself how much Peter’s
body excited him and how much he had come to enjoy the sex. He doesn’t scare me
anymore…he’s not as rough with me anymore…once I stopped trying to push him
away…its like he’s a completely different man…though he still hurts me, beats
me sometimes…but life is a trade off…Stiles pondered as he washed some dishes
by hand…better he loves me and hits me than for me to be alone…I always hated
being alone…and I always felt so alone…Stiles honestly loved Peter, and he knew
Peter truly loved him back. He wouldn’t take care of me the way he does if he
didn’t…he keeps me safe…there’s a lot of bad people out there in the world…I’ve
met a number of them already…lived with them even…being kept apart, away from
them isn’t so bad…Peter had furnished a nice, remote cabin out in the mountains
somewhere… He refused to allow tv’s, or radios, or computers in his house. He
said, "All that stuff is garbage…We don’t need it in our lives…"
Stiles had at first balked at the lack of technology, the lack of contact with
the outside world, but he came to see that Peter was right. Its his house, its
his rules…the Internet is great and all, but having Peter is better…So Stiles
spent his time cooking, cleaning, reading the books that he had begged for and
that Peter had bought him as presents, see another piece of evidence…he
wouldn’t buy me gifts if he didn’t love me…he knew I would love those books, so
he bought them for me…
Most of the rest of his time not spent wrapped around Peter getting fucked, he
spent with their kids: the dogs. This was yet another clue to Peter’s true,
good-guy nature. He’s always rescuing abused and runaway dogs…if he was a bad
guy he wouldn’t care…They had five dogs that lived with them: Boyd, Scotty,
Ricky, Koko, and Calli. There had been others, but most of those had had to be
put down, while one or two ran away, chose to rough it in the wild. Whenever
they lost a dog it was heart wrenching for Stiles because he thought of them as
family…as kids…our kids…I’ve never been a dog-person before, but a year alone
with Peter and I can’t imagine not having a dog or two around…and its not like
were going to be having any kids ourselves…human ones anyway…Peter never
begrudged Stiles or blamed him for the lack of progeny, he apparently doesn’t
think anything is missing from our little family…
"Honestly Stiles I’ve never envisioned myself as the fathering type.
Procreating has never been my dream or my happily ever after." So the desire
for children if Stiles was being completely honest with himself was his own
thing. I want kids…I wanna raise somebody…to take care of someone…I wanna do it
right…I wanna love them like I never was growing up…Stiles was lonely. For
almost an entire year he had had contact with only Peter and his own father,
but by my own choice… Stiles had even phased his father out of his life calling
less and less, leaving a gaping hole in Stiles’ social life. Social life? What
social life?...I mean I don’t even get to do the shopping! Whenever we run low
on food and supplies Peter goes into town to take care of it…I don’t even know
what town he goes to when he leaves! So maybe Stiles hadn’t been broken all the
way. There was still a part of him that still wanted, still needed interaction.
More interaction than Stiles could get from Peter or the dogs. What I need is a
friend, someone to talk to when Peter is in one of his moods…when he refuses to
talk. Period.Stiles stifled a whimper…I miss Scott…I miss my Mom…I miss people…
                                       *
Peter was sitting in his armchair, thinking, what about Stiles couldn’t fathom.
Peter had left and been gone for a week and a half and had just returned this
particular morning. After washing their breakfast dishes Stiles came up behind
his mate and draped his arms around Peter’s shoulders. Stiles nuzzled at
Peter’s scalp unobtrusively sniffing and scenting his mate.
"Peter…" Stiles whispered in a questioning and simultaneously complaining
whine. Where have you been? Where did you go for weeks on end? Peter had not in
fact been gone for weeks, but since he was the only human Stiles was currently
speaking to, anytime Peter was away, Stiles had mini-panic attacks from his
rather severe abandonment issues. He had gone a little stir crazy staying
inside the cabin, never venturing out. He had learned the hard way the get a
broken face wayto respect Peter’s rules even when Peter wasn’t there to punish
him for disobeying, he nearly broke my bones when I tried to run away down the
mountain…I had never seen him so angry…even when he killed the Argents he
hadn’t been that angry…Regardless Stiles had been feeling lonesome and alone
while his mate Peter had been away.
"You need me to fuck you…" It wasn’t a question. Stiles blushed at Peter’s
bluntness and a little at his own brazenness…he knows me so well…
"I miss that. You hardly blush anymore. It makes you so pretty." Peter
commented as he finally exhaled and relaxed into Stiles’ arms. Stiles nuzzled
his way down to Peter’s lips and when Peter turned his head the two shared a
kiss. A sweet, loving kiss that cemented in Stiles’ mind the truth of their
love.
"I missed you." Stiles indicated when he could pull himself off his mate’s
lips, I was alone… but he didn’t dare try to guilt his mate quite so directly.
"You were gone soooo long."
"Couldn’t be avoided. Sit here in my lap I want to hold you."
"What am I? A two year old?" Stiles quipped before he could stop himself. He
froze for a moment scared of how Peter might react to his flippant remark.
Sometimes he seems to enjoy my sassiness…other times he hits me for it…This
turned out to be one of the times when Peter actually seemed to appreciate
Stiles’ sass as he chuckled in the back of his throat and pulled his mate down
over his shoulder and onto his lap. Stiles went somewhat willingly I’m not that
bothered by the whole lap thing, least not as much as the him-being-gone
thing…Stiles placed his head on Peter’s and they clasped hands while they both
adjusted to their new sitting arrangement.
"I need to scent you Stiles. I’ve been gone too long. I’m sorry."
Always speaking before thinking Stiles asked, "Sorry for being gone or for the
scenting, cause honestly you do smell gross." But despite his assertion Stiles
still rubbed his face against Peter’s. Peter chuckled, in his throat again,
I’ve missed that as well…he’s been too subdued lately…he needs someone else
about the place to keep his wit sharp… Peter took over the nuzzling, his nose
eventually making its way down to Stiles’ throat, which Stiles immediately
bared. Peter dived onto that neck and began sucking on Stiles’ skin with gusto.
The last marks I left are nearly faded, gone…we can’t have that… Peter flashed
back to a moment earlier in the year, when he came home from grocery shopping
to find Stiles masturbating while fingering the hickies Peter had left on him.
He needs me…even when I’m not here, he needs me to get off…
Stiles shuddered, "Peter…" Peter made a sound in his throat that seemed to
imply his understanding of Stiles unspoken need.
"Make’em deeper if you’re going to leave again." Stiles requested, half hoping
Peter did anyway just so I can get off later…
"I’m not going to leave. Again."
"Promise?"
"Promise." Stiles believed his mate and Peter began to undress Stiles. "I need
to touch more of your skin…all of your skin...you’re perfect fair skin…" When
Peter’s reaching fingers touched skin a spark went through both men. They both
needed this, and they knew it. A memory flew into Stiles’ mind unbidden, he
could hear his dad’s voice in his head: codependent…that’s what my Dad said
once…"you two are codependent… you two need to get away from each other"…that
cost me a few good bruises…though not as bad as when he mentioned Stockholm
syndrome…the bastard…he knew what was gonna happen to me…he liked the idea of
me getting hit…what could a guy like that know about love?...I love Peter and
Peter loves me…
Back in the moment Stiles raised his arms so Peter could remove the shirt he
was wearing. Stiles then reached for his belt, but Peter stopped him. "No. Let
me." Stiles stopped and withdrew his hands. Peter slowly too slowly unbuckled
the belt and drew it bit by bit through the pant loops without even stopping
his love-biting.
"Don’t get any ideas, Peter. You are not spanking me with that belt
again…please." He added quickly. Peter stopped his sucking. "Don’t push me
Stiles. I like the idea of you squirming for an entire day unable to sit, your
ass is so sensitive…" Peter licked at the hickie he sucked on Stiles’ neck,
Stiles spasmed, "…Or I could bite your ass and make you jerk off fingering the
marks I leave in you, you would like that wouldn’t you Stiles…" Again not a
question, but that didn’t really matter as Stiles was already hard in his
pants. Bruises on my ass I can handle…it’s the ones to the face I cant take…
Stiles whimpered as Peter palmed Stiles through his pants. Pushing buttons like
he does, or used to before he submitted to Peter, Stiles asked coyly. "Will you
spank me Daddy?" Peter pulled up a moment.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that? Do I need to whip your ass
to get you to obey?"
Stiles cooed, "Ooooh Daddy yes please…" Stiles went on using his schoolgirl
voice as he nuzzled Peter, "…please mark me up Daddy…I need you to spank
me…teach me a lesson…Ahh!" Peter bit down on Stiles’ bottom lip and then
latched onto Stiles’ entire mouth, nipping as they kissed.
"When I tell you to stop…" Peter commanded as he kept kissing his mate, "…you
will stop."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Stiles!" Peter was up on his feet in a flash as his claws came out and ripped
Stiles’ pants. He grabbed Stiles’ arms and brought him to his feet so they were
standing red eyes to brown eyes. "What did I just say?"
Stiles took a breath before answering, knowing that he hadn’t yet quite pushed
Peter to the hitting point, "Not to call you Daddy anymore. But…"
"No buts, Stiles!"
Stiles paused a minute before taking the easiest road, "Not even my butt?"
Peter’s hard glare turned into a questioning glance full of confusion. Stiles
continued, "I have a surprise for you…Daddy…"
"Stiles…?"
"I need you to touch my ass, Daddy, feel me up…"
"Stiles why?"
"Please, Daddy-Peter?" Stiles pouted as he laid his head on Peters shoulder.
"Please touch my ass like only you can…" Peter still somewhat annoyed with his
mate, obliged. He reached a hand down to his mate’s firm yet supple ass and
found his surprise. Stiles has lubed himself up…when did he do that…?Peter who
had been half hard this whole time was now totally hard, painfully hard
considering the tight pants he was wearing.
He groaned. "All wet for me Stiles?" Peter decided to play along just this
once…as he tried to adjust the hard-on in his pants. "Such a good boy you are
for your Daddy-Peter, aren’t you?"
"Yes sir, I wanted to be ready for you…"
"How did you even know I’d be home today?" Peter asked forgetting the role-
playing for a moment. I didn’t even know.
"Just a feeling…" Stiles responded in kind, also laying aside the sex game, "…I
just knew you would be home today…I don’t know how…but, so when I woke up I
made sure to get myself ready for you…" But then he returned, "…Daddy-Peter."
Peter was in his head celebrating, a year…its taken a year, but he is finally
feeling our mating bond…he’s no longer fighting it…he really is mine…he really
is being a good boy… Peter fiercely grabbed and kissed his mate. Forcing his
mouth and tongue onto and into his boy until both men were moaning messes
humping against each other.
As he pulled away to gasp for air Stiles begged, "Peter! Please!" Stiles’ ass
was literally itching to be filled. As Peter rushed to get his constraining
clothes off, still macking on his mate, Stiles continued, "Peter! I need you
inside me! Please!"
Peter couldn’t stand not being inside his mate any longer and literally ripped
off all his clothes, and pushed Stiles front first into the nearest wall. With
his hard leaking cock he humped his mate from behind, his cock sliding between
Stiles’ ass cheeks. "This what you want, baby?" Peter was fighting back against
his wolf, his fangs and claws just waiting to be released, Peter was losing the
battle as his fangs descended while he spoke, "This what you need? Me inside
you…giving you my cum?"
Peter wrapped his arms around Stiles’ arms and shoulders to pin the boy down,
as his cock rested at Stiles’ entrance. Stiles whimpered as he dug his nails
into Peter’s biceps, "Please…give me your cum Peter! Give me your babies!
PLEASE!" They didn’t need hands, Stiles merely impaled himself on Peter’s cock
and Peter thrusted the rest of the way in.
Stiles lolled his head back and rested it on Peter’s shoulder as he moaned at
being fucked full. "FUCK!" he kept repeating mindlessly, as Peter pushed them
up against the wall. Peter’s thrusts were savage, as he lost control and wildly
fucked his mate. But he needed more leverage, a better angle. "Feet. Off. The.
Ground. Stiles!" Peter barked out between thrusts.
Stiles complied, wrapping his legs backwards around Peter’s waist. All that
stretching and yoga finally paying off!!!Stiles thought as this new angle
caused Peter to keep hitting that spot!! inside Stiles. "There! THERE!! FUCK
ME!!!"
Peter couldn’t do anything else. His wolf demanded his release and demanded to
breed his mate. An animal of lust Peter bit down on Stiles’ shoulder and fucked
away. Stiles cried at the pain, and it was enough to distract him from the burn
of Peter’s knot pushing inside him. This was Stiles favorite part. "Yeah! Knot
me Peter! FUCK! Fucking KNOT_ME! GIVE ME YOUR BABIES PETER! FUCK!! GIVE THEM TO
ME!!" Peter howled his release as his cock pumped out his load into Stiles.
Stiles squirmed and clenched loving the feeling of Peter inside him, the
feeling of Peter’s knot pressing against his prostate.
Though he could no longer thrust Peter kept swiveling his hips, making Stiles
almost scream in pleasure. "GOD! YES!! PETER!! FUUUCK!! FUUUUCK!!" Stiles’
nails were digging so hard into Peter that Peter was actually bleeding a
little. I just need…a little more…
So that’s what Peter gave him. "Cum for me baby. Cum for your Daddy-Peter." He
whispered in Stiles’ ear and swiveled one more time at just the right moment at
just the right angle with the just right amount of pressure to make Stiles cum
hard unloading on the wall and floor in front of him.
When Stiles’ frantic, orgasmic clenching died down, and with his knot still
inside Stiles, Peter gently kneeled on the floor. The shifting causing Peter’s
knot to move slightly, and tug a little, making Stiles groan. Then Peter fell
to his back, bringing them into a riding position with Stiles’ feet flat on the
floor. This caused Stiles to yell from the knot being moved around. "PETER!" He
reprimanded.
"Shhhh…" Peter shushed. "Lay down on me Stiles. Lie back." When Stiles obeyed
Peter added, "There’s a good boy. My good boy." Peter ran his hands over
Stiles’ body focusing special attention on Stiles’ nips and slightly swollen
belly. Peter continued to coo into Stiles’ ear, "When my knot goes down and my
hard cock is still inside you, we’re going again. This time you are going to
ride me, the whole way…we are going to take our time with this one…make you
earn my knot…Would you like that Stiles? Get your belly even more full of my
cum? Get you fat with it?"
Stiles shivered and clamped down on Peter’s still hard cock, though his knot
was ever-so-slowly deflating. Stiles raised himself up and placed his hands on
Peter’s sweaty chest. He undulated once, riding his mate’s cock. He answered
quietly, "Yes Peter. That’s what I want."
                                       *
Peter and Stiles fucked a couple more times, ending with Peter knotting Stiles
orally. It wasn’t one of Stiles’ favorite things to do, so they always waited
until the end to do it. That and Stiles was usually so tired by that point he
stopped resisting and also Peter was usually tired too, which meant his knot
wouldn’t last too long. Least not long enough to kill me…I hope… But Peter
loved knotting Stiles orally. I like seeing Stiles on his back, mouth open,
lips stretched around me…seeing him swallow and swallow as I pump a nice load
down his throat and into his swelling stomach…Which was another reason they
waited until the end to do this. Peter had usually cum at least three or four
times, which meant he couldn’t drown Stiles with his cum, a fact Stiles
appreciated.
When Peter had shot his last load and they had finished their fuckings for the
time being… they laid in bed and spooned. Stiles had put a butt plug in his ass
and Peter kept his arms around Stiles, caressing his mate’s slightly more than
slightly bulging belly. They dozed for awhile in this position, with Peter
healing his mate to keep away the achy feelings, until Peter started, "Time to
get up. Take the plug out and do your business. Its time for lunch."
"Just a little bit longer…" Stiles whined. But Peter’s good mood had apparently
vanished. His hand clawed out and Peter stabbed into Stiles’ meaty ass. "No,
now!"
Stiles yelped and quickly agreed, recognizing his mate’s shifted mood. That was
short…Stiles thought as he limped to the bathroom, his ass bleeding slightly
and soon to be leaking. I guess he really doesn’t like to cuddle…funny…I
guess…and Stiles tried to laugh, but no laughter came, not even a giggle. He
suppressed his feelings of anger and frustration at his mate for rudely,
painfully ending their morning sex session with violence. Tame as it may have
been…he still hurts me to get what he wants…I’ve stopped fighting back and he
still hurts me…when will enough be enough…? How much more submissive do I have
to get? ...When will I, will we be enough?...
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